Holla at Son lyrics

(*talking*)
S.U.C. (S.U.C.), Crock Bull ha-ha
Big dogs out baby, Screwed Up Click
H-A-dub-K, Pokey-Sensei

[H.A.W.K.]
Passing by haters, in my brand new Crentley
That's the new Chrysler, the kind with the Hemi
Concealed weapons license, so I'm riding with the semi
And if a n*gga try me, the clip I'ma empty
I'm on 22's, so I'm tipping so gently
Like Slim Thug, when he's tipping in a Bentley
I'm pulling all the hoes, like Ashton pulled Demi
It's my time to shine, worked hard for every penny
Still hated by few, and loved by many
Cause when a n*gga shine, there's always envy
Always jealousy, always a hater
And there's always a n*gga, that's not bout his paper
One of them n*ggas, in jail they'll rape ya
But I'm one of them, that'll put shells in your tanker
Plus a n*gga aim, is sharp as a razor
If a n*gga miss one, then the second one'll break ya
I'm Ali, and you're Joe Frazier
I'll jab you with the right, and let the left hook blaze ya
Two-way pager, Motorola cell phone
And I can get diplomatic, like that boy Jim Jones
Better fire wide set, and I'm sitting in a zone
I'ma pick your ass off, hit a block and I'm gone
Jigga told you, not to throw rocks at the throne
Or you gon get sprayed, like a bottle of cologne
I'm in a truck that's two tone, with two yellow bones
With raging hormones, that wanna get it on
It's the end of this song, so I'ma gon get it on
And f*ck these two hoes, then send they ass home
H-A-dub-K the thoedest one, the coldest one so holla at son
H-A-dub-K ain't no dispute, that in the booth the boy's the truth
[Big Pokey]
See I'm a big deal, sleep a n*gga like his fifth pill
Clips drop a n*gga, like a fifth wheel
My skills pay the bills, dog I gotta get it on
n*gga trying to turn a fifty pack, into fifty zones
n*ggas hustle, but guerillas got it in they bones
Real n*ggas set the tone, b*tch n*ggas let it 'lone
Some of these n*ggas raps, ain't matching they resumes
It's all me right now, my n*gga just let it play
Screwed Up Click n*gga, and we coming from every way
M.O.B. Style, and we coming with heavy yay
All night every day, n*gga gotta be about it
All these n*ggas sleeping, they can't do nothing but dream about it
n*ggas know I flip my crack, win when I whip my crack
A little on the corner, make it grow like a triple stack
I keep my distance, cause I know how these n*ggas act
n*ggas slick hammer clap, when I pull the trigga back
You don't work you don't eat, that's why a n*gga fat
In between these concrete curbs, that's where I get it at
Soft n*ggas get f*cked, with no jimmy hat
Soon they find out we playing this game, y'all give me that
I ain't talking, bout Spondalay
I mean come up off it right now, ondalay mo'f*cker

[Hook - 2x]
Y'all talk it how I live it, been there and done did it
Let God be my witness, I'm bout to go get it
Coming for you cats, who was yelling out f*ck a n*gga
When the K beam buck, yeah you stuck n*gga
[Mike D]
Boss Hogg Corleone, that's me
Boss Hogg Corleone, that's me
Miggity-Miggity-Miggity-Mike D
Better than me n*gga, try and fight me n*gga
I ain't gon even much, say yo name
I ain't trying to give your b*tch ass, no fame
But I'ma tell you right now, lil' homie
You f*cking with the one and only, Boss Hogg Corleone
Who that talking down, on Mike D
n*gga you must be ready, to fight me
You ain't ready, you just a B-G
Read my credentials n*gga, I'm a O.G
I squash n*ggas like you, on the daily
I'm fresh out the bing, watch the streets pay me
n*gga, you run with a crew
n*gga my crew, n*gga rolling true
What, you don't really want no drama
Hell naw, with the black Osama
Hollin' Os-alama-legum, when I unload
The shotter, n*gga you got a problem

[Hook - 2x]

(*talking*)
Come on, you really want mo'
I don't think so, I'ma come at ya like a hoe
n*gga, you pack that lil' 3-80
I run with a crew of n*ggas, ready to spray that
Uh Semi-Automatics n*gga, f*ck you n*gga
When I see ya, you bet not be with that punk sh*t
Tal'n bout uh, uh man they just call me Mike D too
You know they just call me Corleone
f*ck you n*gga, I'm Boss Hogg Corleone Mike D n*gga
Screwed Up Click, n*gga f*ck you