[Verse 1: Kemo]
Uh, baby girl don't you know that you so fine
Let me introduce myself, I'm Mo from Da Hol' 9
I'ma let ya know while ya sippin on yo wine
You can roll wit me and you'll be sittin on a gold mine
I bust it down wit ya baby you can go find
I make my own cheddar, baby I'ma show rime
And make sure that I'ma hit u, we can both shine
And ya lovin, I bet you givin me the slow kind
Back in the days girl I prolly would've played you
But today baby girl I'm here to save you
When I look into the eyes I'ma say to you
Hella thurl like my damn record label
So come and get some of this gangsta luv
From a hella thurl gangsta thug
She prolly never knew what a gangsta was
We can roll to a Camry and a Range uh what
[Hook: Keisha Ivy]
Wh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
Yeah baby
Uh-huh uh-huh
Bet you don't have a clue
Of how long I been tryin
To make my way to you
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
Yeah baby
Uh-huh uh-huh
So what you wanna do
Cuz 9 men out of 10
Don't even relate to you
(So come and get some of this gangsta luv
From a hella thurl gangsta thug
She prolly never knew what a gangsta was
We can roll to a Camry and a Range uh what)
[Verse 2: Kaos]
Well I've been even, you believin
You can see he's keepin you away breathin, you ain't even pleased wit you
He's cheatin you, misleadin you, deceivin you, mistreatin you
And leavin you, home alone, he's always gone
And he's always singin that "Sorry" song
Bodies in the streets we got a heat, claimin it wit these beats
For hours, days, and even weeks, hell call back when you beep at least
He say he cool, now why the hell do you want to continue to
Pursue a future wit no feuds, just look at the picture that I drew
You need to be hugged, you need to be held, you need to be loved instead of
Dyin inside cryin "please help cuz I'm tired"
So come and get some of this gangsta luv
From a hella thurl gangsta thug
She prolly never knew what a gangsta was
We can roll to a Camry and a Range uh what
[Hook x3: ad libs from the second repeat on]
So what you wanna dooo
Cuz I been tryin to make my way to youuu
Ooowww, owww, so what you wanna do
I'm tryin to make my way to
Yoooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuu
Every time I get a lil' bit of ya lovin, it makes me wanna
Siiiing
[Girl]
Uhhhhhhhh
[Kaos]
Ladies take it to the dance floor
This yo' song, gon' and get yo' dance on
Ladies take it to the floor, this yo' song
Girl, gon' and get yo' dance on
[Verse 1: Kemo]
Yeah, the ghetto maintenance
It's all about survival now
To switch places, you Da Hol' 9 now
They paid just to marinate us in the pot
And while ask more people in the club in the spot now
And urbody movin' like they got evicted
Hands in the urr, whole clicks wit they wrists slit
And they fingers lit, in they best kicks
Charms on they necklace, wearin' what best fits
Ain't nobody tryin' to fight or get arrested
It's all about them tellin' mo tonight, and 50 cent
It's 5 dime pieces, chocolate reeces
3 aunties, and 2 nieces, so pledge it
Gon' break it on in for a thurl bread
Lemme see ya do it again, yeah, girl, yeah
Gon' work it like I'm hittin' it from behind now
Do the damn thing, girl one more time now
[Hook x2: Kaos]
Yeah (yeah) urbody in da club up
On ya feet girl, shake it from a hustla's
Arm to ya back, twurkin' from my thugstas
And stay away from shady, broke, ballin' bustas
[Verse 2: Kaos]
Lemme get behind it, girl grind it
Take it to the floor, OH! OH! I'm blinded (Mmm)
And them thighs, girl you know ya making me rise
Ya making me rise in size
Gonna let ya hips shake, to the left
Gonna let ya hips shake, to the left
Gonna let ya hips shake, to the right
I'm gonna let them hips shake it
From the left and right (Mmm)
Shake it to the left side girl (Mmm)
Shake it to the right side girl (Mmm)
Shake it to the left and right side girl
Do ya thing girl, yes'ir yes'ir
Take it to the flo', Take it to the flo'
Take it to the flo', Take it to the flo'
Take it to the flo', Take it to the flo'
Take it to the flo', there ya go!
Lemme see ya knob while ya pop that thang girl
Lemme see ya knob while ya pop that thang
Lemme see ya knob while ya pop that thang girl
Lemme see ya knob while ya pop that thang (BANG)
Work summin, twurk summin, don't hurt nuttin
Work summin, twurk summin, don't hurt nuttin
Work summin, twurk summin, don't hurt nuttin
Work summin, twurk summin
Back it up, back it up (put it on!) yes'ir
Back it up, back it up (put it on!) yes'ir
Back it up, back it up (put it on!) yes'ir
Back it up, back it up (put it on!) yeah girl
Put ya hands on ya thighs make them butterfly
Baby, put ya hands on ya thighs make them butterfly
Baby, put ya hands on ya thighs make them butterfly
Baby, put ya hands on ya thighs make them butterfly
Lemme see ya cha-cha, girl lemme see ya cha-cha
Mama lemme see ya cha-cha
Lemme see ya cha-cha, girl lemme see ya cha-cha
Mama lemme see ya cha-cha
Bounce baby, Bounce baby
Lemme see ya bounce baby, bounce baby
Lemme see ya bounce baby, bounce baby
Lemme see ya bounce baby, bounce baby
Bounce baby
[Kemo]
Gon' break it on in for a thurl bread
Lemme see ya do it again, yeah, girl, yeah
Gon' work it like I'm hittin' it from behind now
Pull a damn thing, girl one mo' time now
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kaos]
Lemme get behind it, girl grind it
Take it to the flo', OH! OH! I'm blinded (Mmm)
And them thighs, girl you know ya makin' me rise
Ya makin' me rise in size
Gonna let ya hips shake, to the left
Gonna let ya hips shake, to the left
Gonna let ya hips shake, to the right
I'm gonna let them hips shake it
From the left and right (Mmm)
Shake it to the left side girl (Mmm)
Shake it to the right side girl (Mmm)
Shake it to the left and right side girl
Do ya thing girl, yes'ir yes'ir
Take it to the flo', Take it to the flo'
Take it to the flo', Take it to the flo'
Take it to the flo', Take it to the flo'
Take it to the flo', there ya go!
Lemme see ya knob while ya pop that thang girl
Lemme see ya knob while ya pop that thang
Lemme see ya knob while ya pop that thang girl
Lemme see ya knob while ya pop that thang (BANG)
Work summin, twurk summin, don't hurt nuttin
Work summin, twurk summin, don't hurt nuttin
Work summin, twurk summin, don't hurt nuttin
Work summin, twurk summin
Back it up, back it up (put it on!) yes'ir
Back it up, back it up (put it on!) yes'ir
Back it up, back it up (put it on!) yes'ir
Back it up, back it up (put it on!) yeah girl
Put ya hands on ya thighs make them butterfly
Baby, put ya hands on ya thighs make them butterfly
Baby, put ya hands on ya thighs make them butterfly
Baby, put ya hands on ya thighs make them butterfly
Lemme see ya cha-cha, girl lemme see ya cha-cha
Mama lemme see ya cha-cha
Lemme see ya cha-cha, girl lemme see ya cha-cha
Mama lemme see ya cha-cha
Bounce baby, Bounce baby
Lemme see ya bounce baby, bounce baby
Lemme see ya bounce baby, bounce baby
Lemme see ya bounce baby, bounce baby
[Hook: Kaos]
Caddies, Cutties, and Coups
All at the hot spots
Navi's, Bourbons
We scoopin ol' school drop tops
And it don't even matter if them
Hatas and them cops watch
Cuz we keep rollin' derty we keep rollin'
[Verse 1: Kaos]
Headin' on them highways, keep markin' and swervin'
In Excursions down Kingshighway
Rollin Escalades down Page, urryday
Double R's, Hummers and Jags, they derty D's boy stay paid
Top dropped, woody hella plush inside
Fully loaded mo wit urrythang customized
And he's rollin' wit the humps, the bump bumps
I mean the bump, thump hump bump humps in his trunk
And he's firin' up the dank, rollin' candy paint
Cheese, got blowed on the Rock Road, oh cant even blink ha
6-4's and SUV's wit the brains blown, runnin' trains on them
Only when they change the game mo
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Kaos]
Ay lil' partna you ain't gettin' no hollas
Man there's too many ballas wit top dollas
Rollin in chromed out Pradas in Impalas
Steady sippin' and steady dippin'
They on a mission while you trippin'
Can't take that heat up out mo's kitchen
Your girl huggin' em, she got them vapors, he got paper
And she lovin' em, plus he hella cake it but uh
That's how it is wit them fine freaks, if you got mo' money
She gone mo you won't never keep no dime piece
Hangin' be wonderin' why you cant find her mo
She out hot sidin' wit Mr. Big Timer blow
She went from hikin' in them Nik's, to loud pipes
To wild nights, man your boy was trifin' them trucks and now bikes
And now I know that your feelings be hurtin', you see ya girl flirtin'
While you out wit your partnas purpin', tellin' urrybody
That your Excursion, you be splurgin' but whys ya girl twurkin'
And I heard she be workin', settin' it out wit just the mouth
You get it all up for a dub and we be like "What's up wit ya girl cuz?"
She runnin' choo-choos wit few crews and lil' dudes, be like
"Ay that's my girlfriend man she call me poo-poo"
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Kemo]
Camilin paint on the Range, 22 inch rims derty
Switchin' lanes (TV!) peepin' out the Rams game
Urry chickenhead in the city know ya name, and ya be breakin' bread
Makin' change, even got a fo' wit the blown brain, damn dogg
Them rims tall as a mug, gotta use a purrachute to get up out the truck
You tryin' to embarrass every crew comin' up, postin' on them 22's
Laughin' at them dubs, ballin' out, wit ya crew snappin' at them clubs
After that what you doin' tappin' at some guns (yes'ir yes'ir)
3 ol' hoes in the basement, one from Nigeria and the other ones Jamaican
And they maybe, jockin' ya ride so derty do some backbreakers
But after that make sure the house vacant (y'all gotta bounce)
[Hook: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos]
[1] Urbody hit da flo'! my Calico's
In the trunk, with the 44 (oh noooo!)
[2] Ya boys tryin to come and get me
Niggas tryin to pistol whip me
And I aint got my fuckin pistol wit me!
[1] Urbody hit da flo'! my Calico's
In the trunk, with the 44 (oh noooo!)
[2] Niggas try me like new pussy
But always end up gettin fucked up
Come and get ya some nigga
(Gettin fucked up)
[Verse 1: Kemo]
You know Kemo be down to ride, niggas straight as fuck
These niggas from the other side, they hate my guts
All up on my nuts, tryin to rate my cuts
Smoke me down wit the AK, then escape wit bucks
So I lace my Chuks, will I get away or what?
Will I be able to let my fuckin pistol spray 'em up?
Real niggas keep in touch, but I don't notice nigga
Wish I could get my Calico or 40 for this nigga
Which I'ma show these niggas, this aint no fuckin riddle
I thought you knew about these niggas off in that fuckin middle
I think I got enough, heart to make it to the strap
They kickin in the front, while I'm breakin out the back
Threw the coco sack, I usually tuck my gat
These niggas caught me slippin muthafucka, but I'll be back
Wit my pistol grip, shootin out missiles bitch
Lay down in the shed nigga, cuz it's a hit
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Kaos]
Pants sagged, doo rag
Tilted hat, to the back
Black mask, strap in the lap
Rollin through the fuckin tracks
Who want beef, nigga we deep, off up in these fuckin streets
Aint no peace, call yo peeps, they gon get they ass beat
All we ride wit is killas, punkin head wig-splittas
Heavy hittas, dump you in that Mississippi River niggas
Northside: yak sippas, Southside: cap peelas
Westside: crack dealers, Eastside: Jack Trippers
Not the one wit Janet and Krissy, I'm talkin bout my gritty
Slice off a titty wit no bitty, kin folk from the city
It don't matter where you live, fuck you and yo relatives
Call the cops, I can get you knocked by some lil' ghetto kids
Ay, think about yo family, I don't give a fuck goddamny
While you rest in peace, I'll be on the beach, in Miami
Wit yo thick chick, shit I'll put her out on that strip
And sell that pussy and my zips
Don't make me empty out this clip bitch
[Hook x2: Kaos]
We love to see them hoes
Out therre on the flo'
Yeah uh-uh look at lil' mama
She twurkin that hmm na na
We love to see them hoes
Out therre on the flo'
Ass droppin, titties floppin
Coochie hole poppin
[Verse 1: Kaos]
Papi's wit that nah'jae on top baby the fact is
That I done get up in more pussy than a taxman
You hurr me on the radio bringin that heat up
Through the speaker but what you don't know is
That is goes deeper, bring me that basket fruit and
You can see just how I suck on my melons and
Eat the shit out of my peaches
In my past girl I done things to numb things
Mmm-hmm I see you beat to sellin tongue rings
Wit me 2 minute feezy and KemoSaubee keeps em
Down the lobby cuz they done heard about that nah'jae
[Bridge: Kaos]
But before we when break it in little
We wanna see you on the flo'
Doin ya thurlthizzle, baby fo-shizzle
Yes'ir
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Kemo]
Ahhhh go 'hed mama pop that ass and that body shit
They call me Kemo A.K.A. The Gynecologist
Tell me all that nasty shit your baby father did
Girl I can't let you lick my cock if you ain't swallowin'
I got a triple X rated imagination girl
So imagine how my brain be racin when shake it girl
That ass fat, them titties right but in a harder truth
I got that game so when it's feelin like your water broke
Tellin me you can take it but you cannot hardly go
But I can't fake it girl you rode me like a Harley slooow
[Bridge: Kaos]
But before we when break it in little
We wanna see you on the flo'
Doin ya thurlthizzle, baby fo-shizzle
Yes'ir
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: 1-Kemo 2- Kaos]
[1] Break it down to the flo', put it down wit the rhyme
Shake it now, let the homie do it 10 to 4, lick it down low-dy
Camcorder round right, I'm fin' to pull it out fin' slow, let me tell you
Where I'm fin' to go, to the gym make you sweat hit the thing so well
Give brain while standin all day wit the fame on top and makin a meal
[2] Goin slow
[1] Yeah mo
[2] Check out the way she work them poles, she a pro
[1] Derty I know
[2] Yeah girl work it slow, arch your back
[1] Make it clap!
[2] Urrbody wanna see what you got
[1] Make it hot, lets take the spot, trippin off all this cake lets not
Takin up out a lil' space in my pockets, trippin off all these bracelets, watches
Talkin bout you want to be wit me stop it, urry time I drop a cd you cop it
[Bridge: Kaos]
But before we when break it in little
We wanna see you on the flo'
Doin ya thurlthizzle, baby fo-shizzle
Yes'ir
[Kaos: talking]
And now for our next number
I'd like to return to the classics
Cuz this yo sooong dooooogggg
[Girl]
Uhhhhhhhh...
[Kaos]
Ladies take it to the dance flo', this yo song
Girl get ya dance on
Ladies take it to the flo', this yo shit
Urbody nina pop in this bitch
[Verse 1: Kemo]
Now count up all homies where we stayed, on the blocks
When I add em all up in my head, its a lot (whole lot)
Now we to fill up in the spot is the plot
Lemme see, what ya got, shake it watch the homies flock
When ya, break it on in, make the grown men
Hit the flo' and beat her faithfully like a liquor sto'
(What? she a wrist to glow?)
i got no chest to blow, never was a trick
I never kissed her under no mistletoe
givin me a picture show, baby girl I blistered toe
But you shakin that ass, like Mystikal
Put you in a figure fo', she listen to the Da Hol' 9
Every time she on the grind wit a fist of dough
Call me Mr. Mo, add you to my list of hoes
You can take a ride and you can fly right away with the Crow
Say she never missed a show, what I'ma diss her fo'
When she shake that ass she make it pop just like a pistol
(BOO-Y!)
[Hook x2: Kaos]
All my ladies and my hustlas
In the club, on ya fingas
Turn this mu'fucka up now
(This yo soong dooooggg)
[Verse 2: Kaos]
Bang bang bang, wit me, Young Skeet
Urry one of yall on the dance flo' is a freak
I'ma be the MC, y'all follow my lead
just wipe the sweat up off ya face and pop to the beat
All off my mo-mos and my dimes out therre on the flo'
She walkin and backin it back, like you up in the Mono
Solo birds beatin in amps to now beakin
Cuz Da Hol' 9's beatin them sleeves off of those speakers
Cuz the he-say, she-say its 2 Deep, Mo, Dre
4,5 on stage and a hella thurl DJ
Urbody from the front to the back, bored frats
Sense ya roy strollin and nina poppin to them Track Stars
In the clubs and on the radio man
When they hear us say (uhhhhh) it's like, "that's my jam!"
You know its all, to the goody when we bob
But see people don't dance no mo' mo, all they do is nina pop
Doooogggg
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos]
[1] Say baby gon and hit the flo', it's yo party
Ya so naughty, its like a journey and so far
My game has have been notor-i, they in the Mark-y
Shake that thing, it's a crying shame, where my car keys?
It's the cream of the crop, girl I don't nina pop
I pop ninas, my demean-a greedy on the city block
Hit the club scene, do my show, then collect my cream
Urbody move around the flo', place is lookin mean
[2] Now back back, tell em to back back baby
Now take it to the flo', movin urry inch of yo
Hypnotic body for Kaos and KemoSaubee
You know the after party's at the Mariatti
Meet us in the lobby
Now I wanna see you g walk wit it
Hold yoself, march wit it now
Stroll wit it cuz I see you wanna roll wit it
Move it all around like you ain't got no control wit it
[Hook x2]
[Kemo: talking]
[Hook x2: Kaos]
She be by her damn self
Derty cuz she tiiired
She ain't go no time
For these niggas and they liiives
She don't fuck wit hoes cuz
They drove and kuniiiiivin
Yes'ir yes'ir yes'ir
Yes'ir that's her
[Verse 1: Kaos]
There she is dime diva, miss Cinderella
Hangin out wit all her fellas
She ain't no female friends cuz all these hoes jealous
Can't keep no nigga cuz they can't keep up
And Sunshine don't heard it all than 4 mo' peep-up
She know the game inside, she know we all about
Women and diamond, tryin to buy em, grind em and ride
She got her own car, own crib and long as she got
Fresh batteries she don't need a nigga for shit (hell nah)
She a workin woman, nickname Pumpkin, straight out the block
In her 'Cedes bumpin, she roll pumpin Da Hol' 9's album
She keeps it locked to this station becuz they cert'y heat and
they hit you with live AC clubbin urry week
She got her preference when she come to the club
She tokes a burner in her purse and she keeps her own bud
She's been called a scandalous, pussy suckin dyke
Bitches say she trickin hella just cuz she the shiiit
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Kemo]
Yeah, girl why don't you take a trip to myself
Catch a flight, girl pay for the ticket
Bring ya girlfriend baby we can kick it
Take you away from everything wicked
You may only think that I wanna do is stick it, shick it
Create a little mischief, when I look at that ass make a nigga
Straight think about a buttermilk bis-CUIT! (yes'ir)
You say you diggin my style but ain't been wit a nigga in a while
And I think you bullshittin, you say you don't put a nigga dick in ya mouth (boy please!)
Get the fuck up out the pants, man fuck about the last, nigga that
Ran up in that ass, would've been a laugh, eat sperm
Baby girl till you get a little taste (yes'ir yes'ir)
See baby girl rollin in a Lexus, tellin Kemo he can't sex shit
Look at the necklace, you can tell she don't want nuttin but the "best" shit
She don't gotta roll solo no mo', Golo, rollin wit the Polo, suit
Wit the matchin boots but you don't gotta call her no ho though
What I need is a woman like you see, so we can kick it up like Bruce Lee
Get the puss-y, in the movie, so much don't move me
The fuck you be lyin for? that's what this rhymes for
You ain't got no time to be cryin for
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Kaos]
She sick and tired of these niggas wit all they hoes and they bitches
Thinkin when they get them digits, and smashin always when they visit
Niggas be constantly trickin, off on they dicks on they missions
But derty gon and admit it, you know she don't wanna kick iit..
So you thinkin you can smash, and get it to the pad
So what's up wit that? (you ain't gettin no ass)
You say she talkin trash, and you get mad
Urry spot of that (you ain't gettin no ass)
Ay derty take it from Kemo and Kriss Kreingle, she single
Cuz she ain't never had a mandingo
Pretty eyes, beautiful smile, thick thighs, could maybe bellon me
Wit that belly ring and that baby hella fine
Goddamn, lips glossed, tat's wit them fly nails
Pullin a wagon just like a fuckin Clydesdale
Niggas constantly trickin, they be tryin to hit it daily
It's obvious, why you don't kick it, bitches steady hatin
All these hoes keep yo name in they mouth like dick
And urbody sayin who you done fucked
You've been called a scandalous, pussy suckin dyke
Bitches say you trickin hella just cuz you the shiiit
[Hook x2]
[Kaos]
You got these hoes always hatin on you...
And niggas steady tryin to get wit ya crew...
You say you heard they can't take it wit you...
Yes'ir yes'ir yes'ir
[Talking: 1- Kaos 2- Buck Bam Sham 3- Kemo]
[1] Young Buck Bam Shammer (laughing)
[2] Whut's up derty
[1] Give us some of that hella thurl G shit nigga
[3] Ya nigga gon lay some nigga dogg
[Kaos]
This that hella thurl shit
This that hella thurl shit
(That hella thurl shit nigga)
This that hella thurl shit
This that hella thurl shit
(That hella thurl shit nigga)
[Verse 1: Kaos]
Dubs, 22's, 24's, it don't matter what you roll mo
Hoes freakin summin for the low low
Iced out, tatt'ed out, bitches sattin ass out
Urbody fucked up shit, got niggas passed out
Titties floppin, niggas watchin, hoes nina poppin
Cedric rounds of that STL, A.K.A. Hatytown
Two do' Cuttie, burnin money
You ain't gotta hold it for me
All my niggas ballin, bitch, she gotta luv it
Smashin hella hos, havin hella dros mo
Rolls, bank mo
20's, 50's and 1 double O
Always actin bad, pants sagged, du rag
Tilted hat, to the back
Yellin where them hoes at
[Hook: Kaos & Chipmunk Voice]
This is that shit for all them bitches and thugs
That beat they subs, pullin up to them clubs
In them trucks, and you ain't gon see shit
But smoke in up out of they nose, cuz all my
Biggas stayed blowed, 24's, that's how we roll
We the type of niggas that'll take that chick
You been wit, for 6 months but see we blitz that bitch
And then we set it out derty, oh
Taches comin off our mouth derty
And then she's gettin the fuck out derty
[Verse 2: Kaos]
Woke up quick, lil' derty at about noon
Babba Bam, Kemo Feezy and my nigga Lil' Chuma
They had, 4 red bones wit a wig, 2 Philippino twins
About to get a suite, kick it in the Chestire Inn
Roll through the dub, bumpin that Hol' 9
Young niggas on my block throwin up gang signs (URR URR!)
Lemme holla at ya derty, goddamnit
We got them trees, them sunflowers without no seeds
[Verse 3: Mr. McFeezee]
Get it like these, get it off that issue
Hot enough to burn through the skin tissue
When the smoke on the way to the mental
Skate bird, they fall off the windshield
Think of all my folks in the pen
I'ma stop, push the end of the boulder
Where ya wanna go, to the ocean again
Tryin to cop wit my pen, keep my herb po-bag in
Tell me where the crack bag is, scales crazy fool inflate
And none of this past is, watchin us
Stickin out of end of the block wit binocular
The hoes say hi, I'ma show you where the tri-piggas at
Checkin out where the helicopters at, boy poppin the gat
Askin em where the hospital at, Mr. McFeezee
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Kemo]
Gangstas, coke dealers, cold scrilla, poverty
Robbery, I'm the neighborhood, role model be
Little kids follow me, teach ghetto psychology
Catch me with the glock next to my cock
And the crack rock'll be
On the way wit Chuma dogg, let's clear up the rumors y'all
Niggas get 26 for bricks, get em for 22 at Ball
Plus my nigga Kaos keep the haos say, parlay I say
Parlay ya dig, pistol play fuck up my day and shit
Weigh this shit, make each one them bitches 28 a zip
We came a long way from choppin yay wit razor blades and shit
Erase a bitch, we rule ya whole existence from the face of this
Nation-ish, consider potential customers of my place or bed
These Show-Me state niggas, they love it when we pack these shows
And watch these labels give me money, stack stack my flow
Speakin on these fuckin subjects that a rapper know
Don't mean to jump off of the subject, but I slap a ho
[Hook]
[Chipmunk Voice Talking]
This some wild ass shit ain't it?
I know you sittin there like "what the fuck?"
America, home of the fuckin dope
Fuck, motherfuckin Bam Sham, you did it again
You fuckin goddamn he did it again
Hella Thurl, Hol' 9
Goddamn you motherfuckas did it again
[Verse 1: Kemo]
13 derty, packin artillery
Yo couzin, scandalous
Yo brother, killin heat
yo mother, cant tell you jack shit no, how it really be
Even though she used to blow em high like Billy D
Took a while to really see
After reading so many obichoaries
Watchin them jump likes 1's and 3
Neither one was me, or you, posted in them dungarees
Thermal underwear, temperature 1 degree
Stackin you cheese hopin one day you gon become to be
The youngest shock caller out the north side of the St. Louie
Just for slangin D, but slow ya roll 'fore you take that road
Man there's some thangs you gotta know
Gon be some brains you gotta blow
So many things you can't control, plenty probation and parole
Sit in your basement like the Crow, razorblade, a plate and a O
Take it from me derty mo you cant let them told
[Hook: Kaos]
Slow ya roll lil' mo, slow ya roll
Slow ya roll lil' mo, slow ya roll
Slow ya roll lil' mo, slow ya roll
Slow ya roll lil' mo, slow ya roll
[Verse 2: Kaos]
See you only lil' dude in school rollin down the block on them dubs
Urbody want to be ya partna, urbody wanna be your girl
Urbody show you love, urbody wanna ride, it seems like
Urbody wanna come sit inside, Urbody wanna get high
Urbody spendin on more than they die
Urbody wanna sit wit you, that ain't cool if you ain't down
Wit ya crew that ain't cool if you ain't out skippin school
That ain't cool if lil' dude pissed at you, urbodys mockin ya
Urbody jockin ya, urbodys watchin ya, yes sir they are
You gettin yo shine on, you gettin yo grind on
That's cool lil' mo, but what about all these folk run around
Here smokin that dope, what they gonna tell they folk?
Get up fast to show, I'll get off my ass and go, I'll go to class
Take notes, tap my folks cuz they cash ain't gold
Nah lil' mo, see ya problem is that you do what you choose
Don't wear your shoes cuz they don't fit, lil' dude to the mall
That ain't cool, take him down the right road and eventually
You'll feel good about yoself, everything you do is cool to them
Ay derty mo they need yo help, so slow ya roll
[Hook]
[Kemo: talking]
Say lil' mamy why don't you come holla at them big homies for a minute
You know what I'm sayin, I know you see all these cats out herre talkin bout
The orange testarons on the Ferrari on they songs man you see that all in them
Videos man, that ain't, that ain't man that ain't where it's at man, that ain't where
It's at for you dogg, you gon get out herre and do all the wrong things tryin to keep up
Wit them Jones' dogg, you gon find all yourself all in flat man, know I'm sayin?
You don't wanna go down the same road I went through man, you don't want your
House kicked in dogg, know I'm sayin? you don't wanna be face down on the concrete
Dogg, what you know bout that lil' mamy? what you know bout that? you need to
Slow yo roll...
[Bridge: Kaos]
URR URR east coast we got it poppin out herre
URR URR west coast we keep it crackin out herre
URR URR down south we got it poppin out herre
URR URR midwest, ay mo we gangsta out herre
[Verse 1: Kaos]
Derty we be rollin them Taccas on dubs out herre
Hella said it from STL but wish they was out herre
Them killa thugs out herre, them Crips and Bloods out herre
We don't say "whodi", we say "derty", "mo", "blood" and "cuz" out herre
Keep up we bugz out herre, hatas mean mugged out herre
We cop O's and get blowed, mo ain't no dubs out herre
Man I just love out herre, kisses and hugs out herre
You find them 9a's wit big timers in the clubs out herre
[Verse 2: Kemo]
Man homies ain't goin to no votin' polls out herre
We ain't got no control over who gettin chose out herre
That's why these cats walk around slangin O's out herre
That's why these cats walk around bangin hoes out herre
Man ain't nobody got no earrings in they nose out herre
Man I'll snatch that bird up out ya urrlobe out herre
Homies be coughin up they Polo's and Jumbo's out herre
Man we ain't tryin to be no damn average Joe's out herre
[Hook: Kaos]
We doin' our thurlthizzle while herre in the middle mo
I know you heard about it
So I hope ya ready world, cuz we comin hella thurl
And you need to worry about, urrbody
[Verse 3: Kaos]
We be smokin on the Black & Mild, Newport's and Kool's out herre
Ain't no fools out herre derty, ain't no rules just look at the news out herre
There's hella crews payin' dues out herre, mo we shoot pool out herre
Derty we ain't got a damn thing to lose out herre
You lose your money if you snooze out herre
You ain't kool out herre, you get knocked on the block by the lil' dudes out herre
We train hoes and run choo-choos out herre
Makin moves on 22's from 7-11 with them Jews out herre
[Verse 4: Kemo]
We eatin' China men rice and egg-rolls out herre
Rockin that platinum wit ice, ain't no more gold out herre
Homies perceivin work in heavy loads out herre
Cats got birds all over their stoves out herre
Derty be walkin round in heavy clothes out herre
Cuz by the end of September, it be cold out herre
By the end of November, it be snows out herre
And by the end of December, North Pole out herre
[Verse 5: Kaos]
What you think them St. Louis Blues don't rock that ice out herre
We shoot dice out herre, we be drinkin the best wit our fried rice out herre
You can make a wrong left and lose your life out herre
People ain't right out herre, we grind and get paid from pitbull fights out herre
I hurr people say it's so nice out herre, man its trife out herre
Man I wonder where they spend they nights out herre
Derty they trick for the right price out herre, but they shiest out herre
Think twice before you cut out them lights out herre
They'll catch you trippin wit that knife out herre
Bring your wife out herre, I bet you she get turned out by these dykes out herre
We live a total different life out herre, ain't no good sights out herre
Man Tina got that ass beat by Ike out herre
[Hook x3]
[Bridge: Kaos]
URR URR east coast we got it poppin out herre
URR URR west coast we keep it crackin out herre
URR URR down south we got it poppin out herre
URR URR midwest ay mo we gangsta out herre
[Kaos]
Ladies take it to the dance flo', this yo song
Girl get ya dance on
Ladies take it to the flo', this yo shit
Urbody nina pop in this bitch
[Verse 1: Kemo]
Now count up all homies where we stayed, on the blocks
When I add em all up in my head, its a lot (whole lot)
Now we to fill up in the spot, is the plot
Lemme see what ya got, shake it watch the homies flock
When ya, break it on in, make the grown men
Hit the flo' and beat her faithfully like a liqour sto'
(What? she a wrist to glow?)
I got no chest to blow, never was a trick
I never kissed her under no mistletoe
Givin me a picture show, baby girl I got a blistered toe
But you shakin that ass, like Mystikal
Put you in a figure fo', she listen to the Da Hol' 9
Everytime she on the grind wit a fist of dough
Call me Mr. Mo, add you to my list of hoes
You can take a ride and you can fly right away with the Crow
Say she never missed a show, what I'ma diss her fo'
When she shake that ass she make it pop just like a pistol
(BOO-Y!)
[Hook x2: Kaos]
All my ladies and my hustlas
In the club, on ya fingas
Turn this mu'fucka up now
[Verse 2: Kaos]
Bang bang bang, wit me, Young Skeet
Urry one of y'all on the dance flo' is a freak
I'ma be the MC, y'all follow my lead
Just wipe the sweat up off ya face
And pop to the beat (to the left side)
Nina pop to the left side, pop to the left side
Nina pop to the left side, pop to the left side (to the right side)
Nina pop to the right side, pop to the right side
Nina pop to the right side, pop to the right side (mmm-hmm)
Put ya hands on ya hips, bend ya hips now diiip
Now diiip (nina pop y'all)
Put ya hands on ya hips come on urbody diiip
Now diiip (nina pop y'all)
Take two steps up now, take two steps up now (nina pop y'all)
Take two steps back now, take two steps back now (nina pop y'all)
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Kaos]
Move motherfucker, move motherfucker move (move)
Give me elbow room (move)
Move motherfucker, move motherfucker move (move)
Give me elbow room (move motherfucker)
Back back, tell em to back back (move)
Back back now (move motherfucker)
Back back, tell em to back back (move)
Back back now (move motherfucker)
March wit it, baby gon and march wit it
March wit it now, (nina pop y'all)
March wit it, baby gon and march wit it
March wit it now, (nina pop y'all)
Hold yoself, hold yoself, hold yoself (nina pop y'all)
Hold yoself, hold yoself, hold yoself (nina pop yal'l)
Pretty boy wit it, pretty boy wit it, pretty boy wit it (nina pop y'all)
Pretty boy wit it, pretty boy wit it, pretty boy wit it (nina pop y'all)
[Hook x2]
[Verse 4: Kaos]
G walk wit it, g walk wit it, g walk wit it (nina pop y'all)
G walk wit it, g walk wit it, g walk wit it (nina pop y'all)
Break it down now, break it down now, break it down (nina pop y'all)
Break it down now, break it down now, break it down (nina pop y'all)
Shake them hoes off, shake them hoes off, shake them hoes off (nina pop y'all)
Shake them hoes off, shake them hoes off, shake them hoes off (nina pop y'all)
Pop yo shirt, pop yo shirt, pop yo shirt (nina pop y'all)
Pop yo shirt, pop yo shirt, pop yo shirt (nina pop y'all)
Back it up now, back it up now, back it up now (nina pop y'all)
Back it up now, back it up now, back it up now (nina pop y'all)
Take it to the flo', take it to flo', take it to flo' (nina pop y'all)
Take it to the flo', take it to flo', take it to flo' (nina pop y'all)
Stroll wit it now, stroll wit it now, stroll wit now (nina pop y'all)
Stroll wit it now, stroll wit it now, stroll wit now (nina pop y'all)
[whispering]
That nah'jae...[x4]
[Verse 1: Kemo]
Can't remember bein this big, know what I mean love
You can see the dick grin, through my jeans
Fuck Superman and Clark Kent, I'm a machine gun
Every time a nigga cut, they get ya teens up
Every time I'm in the club, you shake that thing for
Me and all the homies girl, I'm like a fiend for
The way you bounce it all around, and shake it real fast
Then you drop it to the ground, you got a fat ol' ass
Baby go both ways, she like dyke and black
Stick the pussy in her face, she be likin that
Stick ya pipe in that, she got the tightest cat
Nigga that's why I keep on comin back, it's like it's crack
Why you tryin to front and shit? now take ya ass home
And run up in your stomach trick, and break the backbone
Put the Profolac on, now tuck ya ass on
"Ahhh I'm coming!", now take ya ass home
[Hook 1: Kaos]
Girl now you know you wanna fuck so what's up
Why you bullshittin wit the pussy plus
You a freaky bitch, down for the nah'jae
Suck that dick like it's a hobby shit
Bring them lips herre and massage me
[Verse 2: Kemo]
Titties and thighs, I think she get it through servin my guys
I treat the bitch to burger and fries
She sucked my dick while I'm swervin the ride
I'm back up on it to win it, third eye lurkin inside
Do ya thing girl I like it when ya dance like that
You know my name girl, Kemo don't romance like that
5 flowers and shit, fuckin for hours and shit
Makin love in the shower in shit
[Verse 3: Kaos]
Ya mo, but why bother the bitch?
If she's a pro let her gobble the dick
And when I skeet, baby swallow don't spit
Damn I know you wanna holler and shit
I hear you supposed to be a doctor at this
Make sure you wash the fuckin prada lil' bitch
And you wanna do the hump raw, and pump
Naw I want it from the side, I can see that lump cha
Girl I wanna see you take in, then
Beat it against ya chin, kiss it just like your girlfriend
Cuz I loves it when you let me sip the tip down on that bottom
Lickin lip, you mix it and then you swallow then you spit
Right down the middle of this dick, you blow out
Curl my toes and smear it that lipstick, shit
My dick ain't grows to be a yard or so
Now keep suckin, keep stuffin
And get it harder yo, and get keep cuffin these nuts
and I ain't ready, I'm holdin the Trojan
Bout to endogen, the girl between them lips till its numb
Becomes swollen
[Hook 2: Kaos]
Girl now you say you wanna fuck
You wanna feel it in ya guts, plus
You like it up the butt
And we can do this on the weekend and shit
Derty she talk trash look, ass
She's a freaky bitch cuz I love to have that
Titties and thighs, Titties and thighs
I see that ass girl)
Titties and muthafuckin thighs
Mm yes'ir freak summin
Titties and thighs, titties and thighs
I see that ass girl
Titties and muthafuckin thighs
Whooo
[Verse 4: Kaos]
I think I see you wit ya partnas up in the club
Gettin kisses and hugs from them ten dub thugs
Bitches hatin wit mean mugs
But we don't trip off her, cuz niggas always in ya shit
Be fuckin me up, lookin at 'em like "BIIITCH!"
That's why we don't even kick it wit hoes
And you be like "fuck them bitches wit bros
Look at they clothes, they some ridiculous hoes"
She know that outfit and them shoes don't match
She country as a muthafucka and I'm cool on that
We shootin pool on cats, left and right
Niggas losin scraps, talkin bout aight for real
Then you be like "stop usin that"
Bitch bustin that ass, hella blow, jealous hoes
Talkin schlim on them themselves, but they'll neva know
Who the bitch wit the Cris is wit dick, shit
I'm tryin to make me stick my mistress
Get her to the crib and call my nigga mo
Hit the liquor sto', wit the hoes from the picture show
In the triple O, uno come bitches so
[Hook 3: Kaos]
Mmmmm
Ladies now lets keep this on the hush
On the real, y'all cool as a muthafucka
Plus I'm feelin freaky, is she down for this nah'jae?
Cool well meet us in the lobby
Let me see what's up wit KemoSaubee
(dialing phone) (ringing)
[talking: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos]
[1] 'Ello?
[2] Whuts up nigga?
[1] Whuts up
[2] Ay nigga wherre you at?
[1] I'm out herre in St. Charles wit Chuma and Grin
Nigga what you got crackin?
[2] Got a couple dimes derty
[1] Straight up where you at?
[2] Mmm out herre in Westport mmm
[1] Ha, ah ya?
[2] Mmmmm
[1] What's poppin then nigga?
[2] Yes'ir
[1] Ha ha, see I'm on my way derty
[2] Ay just 2 way me when you get across that bridge
[Hook: 1-Kemo 2- Kaos]
[1] From my block to yo block
I'm on that Eastside
[2] Who is heard or what about them
On the Eastsiiiiiiiiide
[1] From my block to yo block
I'm on that Westside
We're undercovers wit them bulletproof vests right
From my block to yo block
I'm on that Southside
Derty expecting bout a g string on his mouth now
From my block to yo block
I'm on that Northside
Where them gorillas thurl wig-splitters let them sparks fly
[Verse 1: Kemo]
Kemo STL wit a little man bustin off his adrenaline rush
Take it to the eastside ATL, that's the only sets where they protect they guts
And they snuffed in dust, when we're takin them cats to where your bone busted rest
For the sufferin season, whole 9 represent for the region
Like American legion, bein up every weekend
Somebody tell me the reason birds postin fly south for the weekend but
Instead they comin from Alabama to Cleveland
For my ducks to the beacon, homes sparkin up like Cheech and Chong
Hit the west, smoke some of that ses you'll probably pass out when it reach your dome
In the 6-1-9, and the 3-1-0, and the 8-1-8
That's San Diego, Compton and Pasadena make no mistakes
When you in they hood, they let 'em burn, they throwin them thangs
They ain't no good, they smokin on sherm, they claimin the game
I take it on back to the midwest wit my gang, wit the money in sets that came
I lay my head in the EstroVoud Strech just to rest my brain
[Bridge: Kaos]
They speedin, left speakers rollin up to the spot
And we do it like you do it in St. Louis, its hot
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Kaos]
This for them ballas and thugs sittin on them dubs
Slangin Nap Boy and Girl in Pittsburgh back down in Florida
My dertys copped them pounds in H-Town
In Birmingham, Oklahoma, Chi-Town and Orange Mount
Split Clairdale all day, and in M.L.K. where we roll
70 down town, Jackson, Columbus, Charlotte, Dayton, Memphis, Repo
There's too much traffic in Dallas and Nashville
the ones who keepin them humps in they trunk, rollin up them blunts in Jacksonville
What about P.R.E., Louisville, Wichita, Springfield
Montgomery, Gainesville, Little Rock and Greensville
Baton Rouge, Lafayette, KC, Miami and New York
D.C., Mississippi, New Orleans, Phoenix and Detroit
Philly, Milwaukee, Atlanta
Charleston, Columbia, Savanna
Puerto Rico, Carolina, Plain Rolley, Orlando, Tampa
Cant forget about Nasty Nani, South Bin, Mobile and Cali
Urbody in that valley and urbody in that piece like Oww
Now where you at? (NORTHSIDE!)
Where you at? (SOUTHSIDE!)
Where you at? (EASTSIDE!)
Where you at? (WESTSIDE!)
[Bridge: Kaos]
They speedin, left speakers rollin up to the spot
And we do it like you do it in St. Louis, its hot
[Verse 1: Kaos]
Girl you got Da Hol' 9
You got ya ride wit ya 9 to 5
And you still ain't satisfied
Your mans on a mission, he be trickin
And you sick and tired of him trippin
Wit them same represitions
Keeps you in the kitchen and won't let you go out the house
And he's steady bitchin, about cleanin up the house
But what the hell? damn your name aint Florence
What happened to squeezin the Charmin
What ever happened to Mr. Charmin'
What happened to "I miss you boo
And I appreciate the things you do"
Without you, how the hell could he survive
Without you bein his eyes
Girl I admit it blows highs
[Hook: Kaos]
Girl you need a mandingo
Girl you need some pipe in your life
Need a mandingo
She's the type that likes it all night
Need a mandingo
Go to your mami house like
But you need a mandingo, dingo
Please believe it
[Verse 2: Kaos]
Now whatever happened to goin out, urrday
Fantasizin about him makin yo legs shake
Remember keepin ice on yo tongue
Cuz it was numb, you was sprung
Young and dumb for givin him some
But he had never made you cum
Tellin ya girls "it ain't the same no more"
He's askin you "how does it feel?" like he's D'Angelo
You cant even gets yours off
Cuz when you feel it comin down he done shot off
Mm mm mm (hell nah!)
Now he's goin soft, he ain't the man he used to be
You need to beat down exclusively
Now you don't wanna cheat but damn
You can't even recall the last time, he banged the walls
And had you twistin yo drawers but uh..
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Kemo]
You need a mandingo, someone to feel on up that pink hole
Girl are you single? (uh-uh) I really did not think so
The way you bounce it at the club scene-o
I see you need that circular motion just like a roller rink-o
You need a dolla off in your belly girl
Even though you be an independent woman like that Kelly girl
And Beyonce, if he the entree, if ya mandingo swing along
Like Avan-tay
Strictly physical, all you want is his body
When you see him you be like "why you cant call nobody?"
Cuz the derty represent, the derty left a dent
That's why every time y'all kicked it he ain't never spent
Not a red cent, of his own dough
The only kind to put you in the mind of a gigolo
[Kemo]
Da Hol' 9 mo
Time to shine it
2-99 mo
[Verse 1: Kemo]
Like Tony Soprano, lil' derty bedaubing
But instead of tortellini, eatin collard green
Urry time I kick a rhyme, then KemoSaubee mean
Urry time I spit a line, you think its not a thing
Bein the hardest sumthin I can deem
Got the whip to get ya chick up out her Prada jeans
Got the wit to get ya rich up out ya rightest dreams
Got the wit to get ya litchis like a powder fiend
Homeboy you got a lot of cream
Urry time you ride ya Escalade, you gotta lean
Camilin paint, 22's, lot of screens
This a game, don't move, I got the beam
See I been pullin Jacksons from the early team
Back when I was moonwalkin, to "Billy Jean"
So fool take me to the vault and don't cause a scene
Represent for McCall so I gotta scream
[Hook x2: Kemo]
URR URR! come herre derty
Lemme holla at cha
URR URR! coem herre derty
Lemme holla at cha
URR URR! come herre derty
Lemme holla at cha
Lemme holla at cha derty
Lemme holla at cha
[Verse 2: Kaos]
I know they one of those, mo they the was vapin
Clearly got the gold eggs and had to get some mo' cuz those was taken
I heard he got them birds for no snakin
Hater show waitin for ya partna to slip and trip
He's got the pros chasin, they on his head kin folk
So don't sleep, he know hes keepin the way silent she go
To keys and then bro, my peoples wanna see ya boy toe tagged
It ain't no joke tell 'em mo, and know 'em make sure that he knows that
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kemo]
Posted on a corner like a stop sign, blocked 9
Cuz this fool dropped dime, tried to slang Rick a brick
And tried to plot now, somebody chargin' 26 for the block now
Slam, only does a bottle we gon lockdown
Fed shed to shop down but he out now
So I'm about to roll through his spot now
Bust shots and watch fools on his block die
It's much bigger than them iced out necklaces
The Rolexes, it's a price on ya neck ya dig, I'm bout to get it quick
They say my head is sick, I offer readiness
With 32 shots all off in the clip, I never miss
I make 'em Black Casper
I smell cheese, y'all colder than Alaska
You better freeze y'all, put 'em in a casket, make 'em a memory dogg
Hold on wait a minute, I think I see a dogg
[Verse 1: Kaos]
I started out small time, in the dope game
Wit no change, wit no name
Rollin dice, sayin "fuck it, I'm goin for broke"
Same lil' short, thurl cat rollin in that 'Lac
Wit that du rag and, and that hat
Through the tracks, wit the strap in my lap
I was Mr. Playahata, oh yeah Lil Papi
Moppin wit my brother Bobby, rappin hoes was my hobby
I always had that nah'jae crackin
Girl startin callin me Chachi, Big Sexy Kooool, DJ Kao-sy
He doin his thurlthizzle, when he's in the middle
I heard he be makin them girls wiggle, grabbin they nipples
And pillows, "Ooh, Ahh, Shit, Goddamn, Fuck, Mmm
This yo pussy baby, Oooh you the man"
Is basically what they was sayin, shakin they heads
Sayin "Mmm mmm mmm", puttin they leg in they pants
Some of them was skeet though, petite ho
And they would deepthroat, and you know..
I luvs me some hoes
But you wanna know summin that's funny? (what's up derty?)
I got cute as mu'fucka soon as I start makin a lil' money
But I remember back in high school, them 9-0 days
I'm lookin both ways, steady gettin no play
Now I see you them same hoes out, big as a house
Talkin bout, " Kristen N., Southside!" (that's fucked up, yeah)
But can we kick it, can I get them digits, can I get some tickets?
But they always come up short of they mission (yes'ir!)
[Hook: Kaos]
Now I'm in the liife, prime time
Urry dime wanna sit in wit the 9, 9
But see baby girl look I'm koool on that
Uh-uh, I'm hella koool
And you hoes, blowin em
Now they see me on the big screen, doin big things
Hella Thurl is now an underground king
But see nigga I'm hella koool on that
Uh-uh I'm hella koool
And you hoes, blowin em
[Verse 2: Kaos]
STL, A.K.A. Hatytown
Man there's so many niggas actin shady now
Hoes be callin me they baby now
Maybe because its gravy now
But ill never forget back in the day when you used to play me out
They be out, yeah hoes be spreadin rumors on they missions
Niggas be talkin shit and still ain't got a partna pissin
Urbody wishin they can be in yo position
Mean muggin, dappin and fake, huggin ass kisses
Smilin up in yo face but behind yo back they talkin shit
Put urry thing on they mama, hood and damn kids
Thinkin you owe em summin just cuz we made it big
Sayin how Hollywood, this nigga think that he the shit
But when i was broke rollin that By-State, tryin to cop way
In the city all the way from Saturday to Friday
It was just a matter of time, that I regain my shine
On that radio, hook up wit mo and form Da Hol' 9
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kaos]
Since we formed Da Hol' 9 clique, niggas on that jealous tip
And hoes talkin toilet bowl full of shit
Sayin "Big Sexy ooh you so cute"
But a nigga like me, you'll tell that to a nigga
That's why I play hoes out like a flute
And urry wherre I go and no matter, wherre I go
I hurr that I be talkin to hoes that I don't even know
And urry time I, turn around I'm hearin some shit
About I try to talk to a broad but I don't know the bitch (what you know mo mo)
Hoes keep my name in they mouth like dick, man they sick
And for some reason they be lovin that shit
Talkin about a nigga on the job, in them beauty shops
On them phones, up in them classrooms and even up in them dorms
And I, don't pay them no mind, I'm out herre I'm gettin paid
You know its all to the goody baby girl
I don't knock yo hustle boo, but goddamny please understand me
[Hook: Kaos]
I can make you rich up
Of ya wildest dreams
The hol' nina, choppin niggas
Necks off like NU teams
Now that he in this, he's the meanest
Suckin pro teena's on my penis
Come on baby I know you seen us
[Verse 1: Kemo]
Pacin back and forth, lookin out my peephole
And chasin to the porch, man where did that jeep go?
Man where did my peeps go? 3, 4
Niggas off in the bushes all in the mount to get my c-notes
All of em out to get lil' Kemo
But if they touch me, I'm comin back to get my shit like reef-o
Bully them hood cats like Deebo
spit darts, rip apart ya amphrum structure, when I touch ya
Diamond clustas, Trey in custa
Princess cut berries like treasures, so heads I had to severe
Nigga it's whateva whateva, the way you die I choose
Channel 5 eye witness news, die when ya snooze
At the bottom, of the river, I deliver below zero temperature
Make ya shiver, make ya quiver, like a dope fiend
Pro teena's comin up out my penis, fill up arenas
Hang niggas like clothes straight out the cleaners
Accumulatin felony misdemeanors, I know you seen us....
[Kemo: talking]
That's how its goin down can you dig it?
Ay Kaos, let these muthafuckas know where we
Comin from derty
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Kemo]
SUCK DICK BITCH!
I'm from that Hol' nina type like rings on swoll fingas
Make Bond like James in Goldfinger
Smokin that shit that's so green-a
Saint souls, no hoes like Soul singas
Young niggas hella from the ghetto
Playin niggas out like a cello, talkin ya bitch out of stilettos
Neva let go of my hood dreams
Constantly findin myself involved in these hood schemes
Went from servin hood fiends
(Ay derty that probably was a good thing)
Niggas with burnas don't concern ya, well I'ma make ya quick learners
Takin that drama to a bitch Kerna
Straight from pound then to a big sternum
Greedy for green, that's why shit turn us
And you gon learn from being soft spoken
We keep the law broken, I hear heart I bust yo jaw open
And Kurt Warner support Oakland, eyes open
Focus on you lil' tricks that fly them hoes in
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kemo]
I, pick up a pen and pad
Pull up a chair and scribble shit to make you niggas mad
I fin'lly had it up to herre wit bitches
Problem is figurin which is, the right bitches
The bitch without three 6's
Goin against my mother's best wishes
Y'all niggas tryin to wash mine but ya sink is full of dirty dishes
Knockin me down from tryin to get my riches
You claim to be my homie yet you roll them ove-y oldie figures
Brain like a 40 Clover as I pick it
I'm comin up blank, when I think nigga in figures
I didn't die man, but still I'm capsizin
In the river, feel the water pressure swell up my liver
Try not to swallow nigga, hah ain't nuttin but air in esophagus
I do it to collide in my guts, to reach the top of the
Mississippi, pack my Pabala, who wit me?
Niggas we went from them blocks back down to 50's
Wearin jeans too big to fit me
Soon as I think I'm too big for the city, they'll send them feds to come and get me
I can make it simple right now, gun to my temple and "Pow"
That'd be the end of me, but I don't wanna get my enemy's the satisfaction
That's the only thing that keep me from blastin my spot up off the map and
That's why I'm rappin, I tell ya if it wasn't for this shit
My own be moanin and shit, cuz I'd be gone in a ditch
Alone in this bitch, we'd quit the microphone in this bitch
Soon as I hear my lic I'm gon be ownin this shit.......
[Talking: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos 3- Buck Bam Sham]
[1] Fuck these niggas dogg
[2] Ay ay hit the track man
Cut the track off
[1] Fuck these bitch ass niggas dogg
I'm tellin you dogg!
[2] It's all to the goody nigga
[1] They can't fuck wit us derty!
[3] What nigga
[2] Niggas just don't know that's why
It's Da Hol' 9
[1] DA HOL' 9 NIGGA!
[3] Bi-atch!
[Talking: 1- Kaos 2- Kemo]
[1] Ay see lemme holla at ya dogg
(Shit whuts up dogg?)
[1] Man that nigga over therre right therre wit that dice
Nigga had to do it wit Kemo last week at the club dogg
(Dogg...)
[1] Man get that nigga on the phone dogg, bout to hit
This nigga man, hit that nigga right now 'fore he know whats happenin
(That nigga in the blue shirt over therre?)
[1] Man that nigga wit the dice man get the phone out dogg
What you trippin off of nigga
(Damn nigga! hold on hold on)
[1] Man this nigga bout to get hit derty, call that nigga dogg
Man call that nigga man you hurr me? fuck that shit dogg lemme talk to this nigga
[2] Hello? hello? I can't hurr
[1] ....Mo whuts up dogg?
[2] Whuts up nigga
[1] Ay man I'm up herre at these uh, muthafuckin pool halls man and uh..
That lil' problem you had last week dogg, them niggas up herre man
[2] YOU BULLSHITTIN NIGGA!
[1] Muthafuckin talkin bout, blazin them niggas right now, whuts up dogg?
[2] AH FUCK NAW NIGGA IM ON MY MUTHAFUCKIN WAY DOGG!
[Verse 1: Kemo]
Chill lil' derty, I'm the nigga that'll make you grow
Take the cash that till them muthafuckas feel it and cant take it no mo'
Fuck a 10-4, I don't got a lil' ho, they call me lil' Kemo man
I bust through the do' ho wit a glock fo' fo', break up the whole crap game
Gimme ya change man, wit a ticket to ya mainframe
Watch a niggas brains hang, same thang every day, all day
Make the nigga a watermelon chain gang, slang 'cain
Watch a nigga gold chain hang, fuck a nigga matchin panky ring
Maintain, sub up a lil', play a lil' game of 20 mil a main frame
Off wit ya main thang, bitch told me the L truck pound gotta gain lane
Brains crammed, frame bitch gimme head cuz im a muthafuckin stage name
Hit the turnin lane, we put the foot on the left, what we did out here smokin Mary Jane
We be in the game till I heard a muthafucka talk about nigga needin our change
Well shit you did, plus not the real shit, pussy nigga get peeled quick
For a meal ticket, now ya ass dumped up cuz I know that you ain't gon kill no shit
Now kneel quick, put holes in ya heel fit, you fuckin wit a real nigga
Better chill nigga, one shot, one killed, 45 hundred tips in ya grill
[Hook x2: Kemo]
Hit the turnin' lane, we put the foot up on left
What we did out here smokin Mary Jane
Turnin' lane, we put the foot up on left
What we did out here smokin Mary Jane
Turnin' lane, we put the foot up on left
What we did out here smokin Mary Jane
Turnin' lane, wit the foot up on the left
What we did out here smokin
[Verse 2: Kaos]
I'm that nigga that's blowin up the spot, makin everything hot
From my block to yo block, on top, ol' ballin ass nigga
Hmm me? hmm ho I think not ah, got skeet from 9 next to the block
There's too many niggas that I know from the block and uh
There's too many niggas that I know roll double O 1 drop tops
Urbody on the grind, urybody tryin to shine
Urbody sayin nothin bout time, urbody got a fine ass dime
Most of these niggas out herre can't rhyme, freestylin all day long
Talkin bout they label and all they songs, walkin around like the shit
But ain't made no hits, get ya pussy ass home, turnin on niggas on stage
Every four gettin paid, talkin bout the block and the yay and the hoes they played
Niggas in the crowd like "bullshit! fuck naw, no way!"
Nigga talkin bout they goin gold, on the road doin fucked up promo show
Check the sto' and never sold about 3 or 4 and the cd 4 months old
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Kemo]
Ah ah ah, hang out like double D bra, roll through the streets
Of the muthafuckin STL while the truck be calm, and a beatin ball
And you see me dogg when we be swervin to the curve in the bird
Got a couple niggas certain, fin to left the mo up in the urr (yes'ir yes'ir)
I'm in Atlanta on a fox now, rollin through Stone Mountain now
Drug addicts tryin to count the 9's, see roll like Kemo tryin to couple the one I'm foundin now
Many cases so I'm bound to find, so I'm gettin my ass off on 2 you feel me dogg
Rollin down 6 Drive dope fiend tryin to flick a nigga down tryin to get a 8 ball
Then they hit a rocky road, niggas over there clockin dough
Cops over therre tryin to stop the dope, in Kirkwood niggas say the herb would've
Ran out so nigga gotta constantly smoke
Caddie grill stop the flo', don't be talkin no stuff or the Bloods will get that smack
Real niggas from the ATL, stay up and represent the mirror or it makes you crazy
[Hook x2: Kaos]
We love to see them hoes
Out therre on the flo'
Yeah uh-uh look at lil' mama
She twurkin that hmm na na
We love to see them hoes
Out therre on the flo'
Ass droppin, titties floppin
Coochie hole poppin
[Verse 1: Kaos]
Papi's wit that nah'jae on top baby the fact is
That I done get up in more pussy than a taxman
You hurr me on the radio bringin that heat up
Through the speaker but what you don't know is
That is goes deeper, bring me that basket fruit and
You can see just how I suck on my melons and
Eat the shit out of my peaches
In my past girl I done things to numb things
Mmm-hmm I see you beat to sellin tongue rings
Wit me 2 minute feezy and KemoSaubee keeps em
Down the lobby cuz they done heard about that nah'jae
[Bridge: Kaos]
But before we when break it in little
We wanna see you on the flo'
Doin ya thurlthizzle, baby fo-shizzle
Yes'ir
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Kemo]
Ahhhh go 'hed mama pop that ass and that body shit
They call me Kemo A.K.A. The Gynecologist
Tell me all that nasty shit your baby father did
Girl I can't let you lick my cock if you ain't swallowin'
I got a triple X rated imagination girl
So imagine how my brain be racin when shake it girl
That ass fat, them titties right but in a harder truth
I got that game so when it's feelin like your water broke
Tellin me you can take it but you cannot hardly go
But I can't fake it girl you rode me like a Harley slooow
[Bridge: Kaos]
But before we when break it in little
We wanna see you on the flo'
Doin ya thurlthizzle, baby fo-shizzle
Yes'ir
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: 1-Kemo 2- Kaos]
[1] Break it down to the flo', put it down wit the rhyme
Shake it now, let the homie do it 10 to 4, lick it down low-dy
Camcorder round right, I'm fin' to pull it out fin' slow, let me tell you
Where I'm fin' to go, to the gym make you sweat hit the thing so well
Give brain while standin all day wit the fame on top and makin a meal
[2] Goin slow
[1] Yeah mo
[2] Check out the way she work them poles, she a pro
[1] Derty I know
[2] Yeah girl work it slow, arch your back
[1] Make it clap!
[2] Urrbody wanna see what you got
[1] Make it hot, lets take the spot, trippin off all this cake lets not
Takin up out a lil' space in my pockets, trippin off all these bracelets, watches
Talkin bout you want to be wit me stop it, urry time I drop a cd you cop it
[Bridge: Kaos]
But before we when break it in little
We wanna see you on the flo'
Doin ya thurlthizzle, baby fo-shizzle
Yes'ir
[Talking: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos]
[1] Uhhh...ok, let it run
Oh we recordin?
[2] Yeah
[1] Oh..
[2] Spit that shit nigga
[1] Gonna spit this shit here
[Verse 1: Kemo]
I'll take you back to when I was a kid
When I used to let them Kirkwood bitches suck my dick
Hope I won't doin no time when the summer end
Now add 2 to 99 bitch what you come up wit?
Real nigga STL, the fuckin slums
I kill niggas that's too bad, I got my gun
Now I slept up wit some mattresses and couldn't eat
I'm tryin to make my way from steak and pickin pigs feet
From rollin 6 deep, bustin out the wager-neer
See I'm a hunter, but bitch I ain't cappin deer
I'm tryin to put some muthafuckas in some body bags
Whole 9, flatline through your body bag
Thurl shit, thurl figgas, and thurl clothes
Thurl click, thurl niggas and thurl hoes
The world thinkin that Kemo ain't up on his toes
I watch my fuckin back cuz I never know all my foes
Muthafucka
[Hook: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos]
[2] What the fuck you niggas comin wit?
[1] Da Hol' 9 dogg
[2] Oh you niggas got some thurl shit
[1] Right on it derty
"What the fuck ya'll niggas workin wit?"
[1] We wit that nah'jae
"So where you wanna meet us at?"
[1] Down in the lobby
[Verse 2: Mr. McFeezee]
Da Hol' 9 derty, pounds and swoll dimes derty
A hustle horse so I can 'ford mines derty
Betta watch yo back you wouldn't think
That a nigga like me would come across that ass
And snatch that mink, watch how you shine
Put ya face in the front of articles, don't interrupt the way
I'm breakin down my particles, just first for work
Betta believe that I'm the first to jerk, aim participatin
Hard portions of the game, when you itch my click
When you carry plushisions of dick
30 pounds, fake problems plus hittin them bricks
Da Hol' 9 nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kaos]
You can't get no mo outta me I'm like hoes wanna get they tube socks
The 9 is my strap, keeps it on my back that plus my shoe size
I'm a thurl ass cat, wit 9 lives but ya'll can cut, its like yo line mo
Da Hol' 9 wit me see I'm like that combo, nah mo
6 times the niggas try to subtract and divide Da Hol' 9
But he was just 'vodin it, and none of this shit like 2 loads up in the toilet
We like 2 straights up in that sergeant, got you by margin
And Mr. McFarland and none of this shit is funny like Shining Marlin
I remember when you give me play, but now its he say, she say
You fine now, he rhyme now, Kaos he DJ
He bring that heat up in the speakers girl he on the Beat
Cuz he fuck wit Trisha and Shaniqua but them freaks skeet
But you see these hoes keep my name in they mouth like dick
But I don't get it, I must be the shit (derty you ain't kick it)
I guess you right though, who's gives a fuck about a lil' trife ho
That shit be blowin, pass a nigga the fuckin light mo
[Kaos Talking]
....Blow him, THATS ITS RUSS!
Next Track Engineer (laughing)
[Lil' Jon Talking]
YEAH! check this out (what's up?)
You bout to witness, some real muthafuckin game (okay)
All the way from the muthafuckin STL (okay)
Wit ya boy Lil' Jon (YEAH!) that's me nigga (uh-huh)
ATL, its goin' down, Kemo (YEAH!), my nigga Kaos (YEAH!)
So spit that muthafuckin real shit for these bitch ass niggas (uh uh)
[Hook x2: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos]
[1] Click clack, click clack goes the AK
[2] You know mo get left in the urr, yes'ir yes'ir so uh
[1] It's pistol play, every day, all daaaaay
[2] There's too many niggas that I know from the block
get knocked and uh..
[Verse 1: Kemo]
I'm a, grinda fuck off my dick
I'm a, reach back slap the fuck out my bitch
Dump rounds, watch shells jump the fuck out the clip
36 ounces on the scale, chop the fuck out a brick
Damnit I'm sick, watch me while I handle my shit
Eat bitch niggas for breakfast like ham and my grits
Rollin them bole, cross me and I'm smokin yo ho
Just because I live out here there ain't no control of the MO
Holdin the fo', fo' cock it back then I blow
The brains out the other side of yo 'fro
Muthafucka because you jivin them mo'
Bend over, you know that I'm the pride of the M.O.
Jump out the bushes like "surprise" on the mo
We on yo block, with the cake and no need for no glock
It's a hatin I receivin yo spot
I just wanna be yo cut so muthafuckin bad my dick ain't hard
I spray AK Allay, 45 hundred tips off in yo jaw bitch
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Kaos]
Niggas try me like new pussy but always end up gettin fucked
Cuz I'm takin niggas heads off like Chris Pronger wit that puck
See all the niggas that I roll wit give out punkin heads urry week
Dumpin lead, thurl g's, run up in the club pumpin shit
We out that Lou, I thought you knew me and my crew is unstoppable
Like Warner to Faulk, Hakim, Proehl, Holt & Bruce
You couldn't top us or stop us wit choppas or proper voppers
Derty if you paid for it, even if you prayed for it
It ain't gon' happen like yo squad beatin the Lakers in 4
It ain't gon' go mo, yo boys want mo'
They roll wit bitch niggas, pussy whipped niggas, big lipped niggas
Them talk shit niggas, can't get rich niggas, you know them
Get pissed niggas that's always wit niggas, that make a bitch
Trick niggas, them skeet lil' shady slick niggas, we lunatic niggas
Keepin them brick niggas, switch hit niggas, sit and sip niggas
Them nina click niggas
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Kemo]
Now watch me, parlay to the muthafuckin Cut' and get my gat
Investigate all you want, you ain't never know where my pistol at
No suspect, no motives, no witnesses, no clue
Nigga my alibis that I don't know what the fuck done happened to you's
Wit my crew that night, drank a brew that night, shake a booty that night
Act a fool tonight, celebrate put 17 shots off in you tonight
Seems to be another kinda red comin from ya head in
The same slum wit a government infrared deal
Same stuff and a real deal, same song wit that la-bel
And I gotta keep my shit cocked cuz the block be hot
That's why I be screamin that same shit (what kind of shit nigga?)
Insane shit, I remember when we used to get up on the roof and
Nigga the next police ride down this muthafuckin nigga we shootin
Hoes in a blue suit and hideout, regroup and
Every pistol we shoot man, we gotta use 2 hands
Nigga I'm comin, nigga I'm gunnin', nigga I'm bustin, nigga you runnin
Jumpin, nigga you duckin'
[Talking: 1- Kaos 2- Kemo 3- Neesa]
"Whuts up dogg"
[1] Whuts crackin
"Ay dogg ay, see that girl over therre man"
Dogg got that bitch number the other week dogg, the first
Time we go someplace bitch talkin bout "can I pay this
can I pay that"
[1] Ha ha ha ha ha ha
[2] Bitch got a fat ol' ass though
[3] Whuts up fellas, whuts up whuts up wit y'all
[1] Whuts up Neesa?
[3] I'm just chillin, chillin
(mumbling) (Neesa laughing)
"Ay you see that girl over therre?"
[3] Which one?
"That girl over therre.... she workin it but uh man I go out
wit this bitch man and first thang come out this bitch mouth
is uh "can I help her wit her fuckin phone bill can I help her with this and that"
you know we from a can of paint you herr me?"
[3] Y'all fuckin wit them drained bitches you know?
"Man urry bitch be comin like that now a days"
[1] And all these old bitch ass niggaz doin that same shit
[2] That's cuz all these hoes suck dick
[Verse 1: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos]
[1] Kemo, kreefo, 5, 6 grand
Walk into the room naked wit my dick in my hand
wit Kaos too, St. Louis full of bitches that want us to say "I do"
but uh.. (BITCH SUCK DICK)
[2] Man fuck this shit, anotha nigga talkin shit
Beat his ass wit a walking stick, put his ass in a coffin and shit
Let em know we from that STL and uh.. (SUCK DICK BITCH)
[1] Bitch fuck you, you got my dick all in ya mouth wit my nuts too
I'm bout to bust too, rhymes in ya thinkin cap, take you back to when
You wasn't on my dick but now (BITCH SUCK DICK)
[2] Here I come mo, wit my ding-a-ling, remember when you wasn't
Even trippin off my tongue rings, now you all up on my nutsack
I'm bout to stick my dick in ya buttcrack....(SUCK DICK BITCH)
[Hook]
"Ya whatever nigga"
MAN FUCK THEM HOES
"Whatever nigga"
MAN FUCK THEM HOES
"You niggaz think you got Da Hol' 9 huh?"
MAN FUCK THEM HOES
"Well y'all wrong"
MAN FUCK THEM HOES
(BITCH SUCK DICK)
[Verse 2: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos]
[1] They say I ain't right, just cuz my game tight
Enough to meet y'all hoes to fuck y'all bitches on the same night
Tryin to kiss a nigga, tryin to put ya lips on a nigga
But y'all...(BITCHES SUCK DICK)
[2] Damn right mo, you got too much fuckin chaos in yo life ho
Runnin yo mouth everyday about cats, and the only fuckin thing
I got to say about is uh...(SUCK DICK BITCH)
[1] Herre you come again, runnin up to me I'm cool on y'all
Funky breath niggaz fuckin wit me, when you comin out,
And yo shit droppin uhhh.....(BITCH SUCK DICK)
[2] Get you named now, you know our game now you gotta go
I know it's all about the fame now, that's why my dicks off in yo brain now
That's why you let us run that train huh.. (SUCK DICK BITCH)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos]
[2] Urbody seems to know me, ya movy, cool them muthafuckas
Actin like we okey-dokey, I know you wanna deepthroat me now
That we on top of the game like Shaq and Kobe but.. (BITCH SUCK DICK)
[1] Dick, but I'm supposed to chase you cuz you got a body and a facial
And urry nigga wanna taste you, you need to be grateful
That I ain't get a fifth and chase you, and rape you (SUCK DICK BITCH)
[2] Just cuz you got a fat ass you think a nigga bout to pay yo broke ass?
But you ain't gettin no cash, you no class to a nigga like me
I got the bomb, dick and tongue you's about to pay me (BITCH SUCK DICK)
[1] If you got my beeper number last summer, now you feelin like Martin's
Boy, lookin Dumb & Dumber, use the cucumber while you wonder what this
Life is like, muthafuckin Ike (SUCK DICK BITCH)
[2] If she cool wit me and my nigga mo, if bitch get to talkin shit about us
Let her young ass know if she wasn't bout babbin and flabbin wit shit it
Wasn't a muthafuckin thing crackin (BITCH SUCK DICK)
[Hook]
[Verse 4: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos]
[1] You all up on my Aztec warrior homes, you must've thought I was
A bitch nigga, boy you's wrong, nigga I ain't got no time for ya
Ass need to spit a rhyme for ya (BITCH SUCK DICK)
[2] I'ma get my shit off tops, wit these hoes suckin all on my balls
Like Halls, cough, drops, if you ain't wit the nah'jae lil' ho
Then it's back down to the lobby you go uhh....(SUCK DICK BITCH)
[1] No class hoes, take ya ass home all on a nigga nuts
Cuz he got some cash flow, middle finger out the window
When I pass hoes uhhh....(BITCH SUCK DICK)
[2] Yeah, and if this song makes you mad and shit, that means
We talkin bout yo ass lil' bitch, you fuck around and get ya
Cabbage split, but meanwhile you can get on ya knees and uhh...(SUCK DICK BITCH)
[Hook x2]
[Hook x2: Kaos]
Oh yes mami, come over here and
Lay your head on daddy chest mami
And plus ill put them hickies down on
Yo necks mami, we could be goin
12 rounds without no rest mamiiii
[Verse 1: Kemo]
Say baby girl, its a shady world
And I'm a gorilla up out that STL, they say we thurl
I know my hands small, that don't mean nuttin
Wait till you peep what's behind my drawers
You ain't seen nuttin, comin out them jeans bustin
Comin out them scenes flushin, so many rubbers
down my toilet clogged and the neighbors seen sumthin
These nights I dream of em, these nights I'm mean thrustin
In and out, from the front to the back to the side
Let me ride that mean muffin, now girl you know its on
I'm bout to make you moan, ooh you lookin so tasty in them thongs
You know you wrong, and baby when we bone
We gon play this song, not Mary J. Blige, not no Joe, not Darnell Jones
Let me on clear my fonk, baby Kemo be grown, Ima go so
Alone you gon be like "what type of drugs you on?"
Lemme skip the foreplay, down on our fours legged
Down like you ol mami and you a rug off in her hallway
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Kaos]
Hmm so you feelin frisky hmm? comin out them Vicki's
Girl to lick me plus you tipsy hmm
Why don't you and yo partnas go and get busy (yes'ir yes'ir)
In the back of that Navi, girl what-every
No clothes, but 3 hoes, Depris and Jackie
Plus we bout to pick up so mo, but we gotta hit the liquor sto'
First mo, make a drive across that bridge cuz
And hit that scene-o, meet wit 5, dime look for my derty Kemo
It's about to be a freak show, that's what be crackin and it happens
Every end of the week hoes, end up babbin and flabbin
Bouncin to the Beat down the block, bout to hit up Castle Lot
That's the spot, these freaks is geekin, kissin each other in the mouth
Ya we like em hot, when it comes to a nah'jae baby
You know where I be (hmm)
Layin in the bed with her good friend
Lettin yo best friend massage me
[dialing] [ringing] [computer voice]
Welcome, mailbox of 877 (beep)
Enter your subscribal secruity co-[4 beeps]
You have messages [beep]
[Jesse Taylor: talking]
Yo Kaos this yo people J.T., Jesse Taylor man
Where you at man, I hit you on the Hit man
Craig's been callin me man, give him your real
Phone number, don't have him callin my mama house
Then she callin my house givin him my number and how
You gon owe dealers? I owe dealers too now you done
Got em hooked on me and you, man hit me on my 2way
[beep]
[Devon Sergi: talking]
Yo Kaos! this Devon Sergi boy Hot 97.5 Atlanta
Ya country cousin folk, you betta holla at me
Get ya AT....(message deleted)
[Hook: Kaos]
Just hit me on my 2way baby I'm on the go
We on the road, we rockin shows
Gotta rep 314, MO fo' sho
Still doin dirt though
But I got that work mo
You'll get that when I get back
And hit back in a day or so
[Verse 1: Kaos]
K.C., the Navi, Houston, and the Chi, frine and the friendly skies
Urbody on at 9, tired of my girl askin my why
In the car before I left in wit Jamal
When I'm sleepin she thinks I'm creepin in wit another broad
This life is hard derty, but it's my job derty
Can't get no rest, I'm always stressed and its my fault derty
I'm on my way to LA, gotta hit the Bay in about 3 days
Gotta get paid, all work, no play and I just keep gettin paged
[beep]
[K-Slide: talking]
Ay muthafucker I heard you comin down here
And your punk ass better give me DJ exclusive interview
You know how I do it, so you better be here, and be
Callin me first muthafucka...and if you don't know who
The fuck this is you better know, K-Slide, westside BI-ATCH
[beep]
[Penelope: talking]
Kaos this your girl Penelope, nigga we lookin for you
Where you at? we up herre in Philly we got a platinum
Party goin on for Toya, me, the 'Tics, urbody herre
We got rooms for you, hoes all that shit, what up derty?
Don't be on no bullshit nigga.. [beep]
[Chuck: talking]
Yo Kaos, Chuck man...(deleted)
[Chuck again]
Yo Kaos, Chuck, did you talk to
Deja or Eric? you workin this weekend
Man check in (message deleted)
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Kaos]
Now I'm on another flight, Milwaukee tonight
Been in Vegas 4 nights, urbody wanna see the sights
Urbody done be hollerin bout the fight
Urbody rollin wit the hype, urry one I run into got a price
Urry dime woman that I meet is a dyke
And I be like this shit ain't right, but I gotta be cool so I socialize (ya lil' mo)
Seems like urbody's blowin highs (ya fo' sho)
Gotta be in Cleveland, tomorrow evening, and it's gonna be rough
To get my ass up, who the fuck you blowin me up?
[Toya: talking]
Whuts up Kaos, this your girl Toya, yo I knooow
You gon check out the platinum party up in Philly
Cuz I know my girl Penelope told you so just
Bring ya ass, cuz urrrbody there, so don't be actin like a HAT-AAA (beep)
[Ludacris talking]
Kaos, Kaos man answer this goddamn phone man
Ay man check it, it's Luda man, tryin to see if you
Comin to ATL I know you told me you was comin down
Here nigga hurry the hell up, I told you we throwin a party
There gon be a lot of big titties wit the matchin asses
Gon be hoes out, all that good church girl type stuff man
We bout to get it down, so hit a nigga aight? (beep)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kaos]
I miss my son, I miss my girl, we up in the Source
The longer the world bumpin they hella thurl (yes'ir yes'ir)
Now I can't wait till I get back to the crib, Lil' Rob, Bob
And A.P. and Mom's crib, do we still be crackin over at the park
Do my niggas still be shootin darts, is it still wild after dark?
Do them hoes still be at the Lart? I miss the Arch
But most of all I miss Eddie K., wish ya good when I get back
To the hood baby its gravy, its payday! (beep)
[horny girl talking]
Hey Kaos, I kinda missed you, I kinda missed
Everything about you and um.. (clears throat)
I'm really horny, I am and I got to thinkin bout you
Again and it got me soakin... wet.. (deep breath)
Mmmm this long.. (moaning)
Ok, ok, ok lemme calm down um just.. oooh
Give me a call ok? ok...bye (message deleted)
[Hook x2]
[male talking]
Yo nigga I heard you comin down to Cleveland dogg
Man when you gon come down and kick it wit me man
I got this party gettin ready to jump off, I got these
Strippers ready to do they thing, all you gotta do make it
Here dogg alright? g-spot I'm out (beep)
[Don Love: talking]
Yo nigga what's up this is bad boy, Don Love
Tryin to reach out at ya man I heard you was in town
You know what? you need to holla at me man
Break down, touchdown and holla at a brother
Hit me on the Hit [beep]
[hater talking]
Kaos whut's up man? whut's up wit you man
DJ Frontin', DJ I-Aint-Got-A-2way
DJ I-Aint-Got-No-Answerin-Service
DJ I-Aint-Got-No-Business, DJ I-Aint-Got-No-Stratchin-Skills
Whut's up wit you DJ Kaos? tryin to get back at you man
And you hollerin at everybody else but ain't gon holla back at me
Notorious! Black Glorious! that's what I'm talkin about
