Tekst:
T I Holla If You Here Me

walls Give me the right brush and I draw all I promise I been thinkin before ya'll I barely get tired I'm rarely inspired And you accompish in a week is What I

yeah, I'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here I can

, fall back, you can't stop me Got a thing for pigeon-toed chicks who walk knock-kneed Skin tight jeans, we call that botoxied I'm desensitized, baby, you can't shock me, I

'chu Me, I think you're running 'cause I'm the one You see, I don't know what you came to do girl What you came to do tonight but I came to party, oh

vulture If I said I get cha, wear it if it fit ya, y'all thirteen inches I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya If not

pants sag Catch me bouncing through the club wit my crip flag You don't like it do something nigga Where I'm from if we don't like it we do something nigga And you

you kiss yourself 'Cause I would, if I was you I bet you show up to the club And just dance with yourself 'Cause I would, if I was you If I was you, girl Here

if you bring your girl around but the weed is like my collar cause I might just turn it down if you . . . [Chorus - Short Dawg] Pass me the dutch with cha left hand I

you boy So won't you put that thing on me Thing on me yeah, yeah (Yeah) By any chance you wanna dance (Wanna dance) With me 'cause I had me two drinks