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I can't talk much on the phone
But um...yo you gon call me get down to the 3rd, aight peace
[beep]
[DJ DNB talking]
Kemo, what's the deal this your boy DJ DNB
In Houston, I heard ya'll coming to the city to do a lil' summin
Don't forget about ya boy, besides I got the hook up
Make sure you holla at me that's all I can say right now
You know the deal, jus give a nigga a call, be safe playboy
(message deleted)
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I got a show lil' mo, over therre in Fellao
And every bitch like to front for a nigga in traffic 6 cent and one yayo
Cuz he that rappin money, ain't like that mattress money
There's some niggas in the shit you need to quit it, jus ain't have it sonny
That nigga Cholder B, my nigga Greedy G
Man all my niggas got fucked up by them feds I know it ain't easy g
Bein behind the walls, jus cuz you love to ball
Man all a nigga could do is watch us black, damn another call (beep)
[male talking]
Whuts up dogg?
(message deleted)
[Hook x2]
[Lo-Key talking]
Yo yo whut's up man what the deal this ya boy Lo-Key man
I know you talking bout comin down this way I'm in the H
But you what I'm sayin I got that stuff for ya man we tired
Of havin luck on this business partna hit me up you know I'm sayin
You know I can't talk on this thang so you know what we gotta do
When you get down here derty, you feel me?
Mr MC Feezee)
[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 f*ckin 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 muthaf*ckas 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 f*ckin back cuz I never know all my foes
Muthaf*cka
[Hook: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos]
[2] What the f*ck you niggas comin wit?
[1] Da Hol' 9 dogg
[2] Oh you niggas got some thurl shit
[1] Right on it derty
"What the f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck about a lil' trife ho
That shit be blowin, pass a nigga the f*ckin light mo
[Kaos Talking]
....Blow him, THATS ITS RUSS!
Next Track Engineer (laughing)
NEXT TRACK DICK FACE!
Back to: Da Hol 9 Lyrics
Lyrics: Da Hole 9.
[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
[Hook]
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Got the whip to get ya chick up out her Prada jeans
Got the wit to get ya rich up out ya rightist dreams
Got the wit to get ya litchis like a powder fiend
Homeboy you got a lot of cream
Urr 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' Jackson's 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! come 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' cause 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 he's keepin' the way silent she go
To keys and nymbo, my peoples wanna see ya boy
Toe tagged, it ain't no joke tell em mo, and know
Make sure that he knows that
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kemo]
Posted on a corner like a stop sign, blocked 9
Cause 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, its a price on ya neck ya dig
I'm bout to get it quick, they say my head is sick
I offer redness, with 32 shots all off in the club
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
[Hook x2]
Da Hol 9 - Da Hol' 9 Lyrics
Da Hol 9 Lyrics
Da Hol' 9 Lyrics
(feat.
ya oh-a.. man dogg I'm off of parole man I been
Hittin yo ass all muthafuckin day dogg, you were the first dogg
Ay oh dude wanna a muthafuckin get a half of that hok' dogg
Yo ass act like you don't wanna make no muthafuckin money dogg
Fuck it then dogg, fuck you nigga....[beep]
[Bad Azz talking]
What up nigga this Bad Azz! ay check it out I'm out in LA
Thuggin I'm on my way to Long Beach, when you get out here
Hit me cuz I'ma be here in traffic I'ma scoop you up from the airport
I got that work baby, you know how it goes down on our part of town
So tell the folks we straight on diggy and everything is everything
How it usually is on done...(message deleted)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kemo]
My boys mail full, wit fuckin' messages man urbody
Been tryin to get at me for this nay you dig
Gotta get in Texas bitch, they talkin bout 16-5
They wanna fly me in and kick it wit me, and get me high
They say the mo' we buy, the price won't be so high
Man I don't roll wit these niggas right here lil' dogg or let me die
Lil' KemoSaubee y'all, in the airport lobby dogg
Hit me on the 2way soon as yo ass gets a hobby dogg [beep]
[DJ Smurf talking]
Man whut's up?
this ya boy DJ Smurf straight out the ATL
I know you been gettin my messages, we bout to do this
Platinum party down here for them Ying Yang Twins
So you need to come on down, we got the strippers
Magic City, Club Nikki, we got the suite so you need to holla
At ya boy and stop frontin [beep]
[Tar Boy & Joe Coppa talking]
Whut's the deal man this is Tar Boy man, and Joe Coppa dogg
Nigga I ain't gonna keep sittin round here in this muthafuckin studio
Just for you nigga you need to get ya ass here man, I done 2wayed
Ya ass bout 3 or 4 times man and I called ya cell phone bout 8
Nigga, I mean you on CC time, nah do you know who the hottest is
Nigga you better get ya ass here nigga..
[beep]
[female talking]
You know you are so sweet, every time I page you
You be tryin to page me back but I know you don't know the number
But call me back boo uh...(message deleted)
[Hook: Kemo]
Just hit me on the 2way derty
I'm on the go, gotta radio
We on the go gotta
Rep that derty MO fo' sho
Still doin dirt though
but I got that work so
You'll get that when I get back
And hit back in a day or so
[Verse 1: Kemo]
Hit me on the 2-way my niggy, I got that yayi shit
But I ain't doin no time fo derty, so save yo chips
We down for 26, our numbers tight as fuck
And I can turn 36 into 50 bitch I got that mightest touch
When I get in that kitchen ya'll, po' robbin that Whip it dogg
Why they gotta charge yo ass 100 bucks it's just a zipper dogg
Don't even trip it dogg, yo folks ain't go complainin 'less you
Get greedy rollin like 60 bank thank it like a donkey maaan...
[Fee talking]
Ay ay uh...Kemo, this yo uh people Fee man
....Know I'm sayin, I know you lookin for...you know
What we were talkin bout..
this Prodigy from RG um give me a call aight?
Peace [beep]
[Rico talking]
This Rico man, chillin in the dungeon man ATL
I heard you in the town man hit me on the 2way [beep]
[Saff talking]
Hey Kemo, this is Saff, uh you met me at the airport in
Phoenix, we was both on our way over uh please give me
A call I've been tryin to get in contact with you, I been tryin
To get with you, see what was up, call me when you get the chance
Bye [beep]
[Horse talking]
Yo Kemo what up baby this Horse man, I know you ain't think
You bout to touch down up top man for real man it's the neck man
You a real nigga on next son you really big on this side ya heard
Bravehearts to death nigga lets get that white, lets get that good
Lets get that green, lets get that grape you heard me?
it don't
Make no sense but it's all gonna come back green ya heard me?
Holla at ya dogg baby [beep]
[Computer voice]
Thank you for calling, goodbye
Performer: Da Hole 9
Album: Out Here
Song: 1(877)969 Kemo (2 Way)
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[DC talking]
Ay ay pimpin pimpin pimpin whats happenin wit ya?
This DC g, get at me Kemo man uh I wanna holla at you
Bout some work pimpin out here in the A so, ya if you out this way
You know lemme touchdown at some chickitys and chop it up
Hit some trees and pow-wow pimpin on some stinkin ass green
Cap a nigga or summin ya dig?
Out Here. [beep]
[Prodigy talking]
Yo son what up?