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letra de hit the turnin' lane - da hol 9

(talking: 1- kaos 2- kemo)
1- ay see lemme holla at ya dogg
(sh-t whuts up dogg?)
1- man that n-gg- over therre right therre wit that dice
n-gg- had to do it wit kemo last week at the club dogg
(dogg)
1- man get that n-gg- on the phone dogg, bout to hit
this n-gg- man, hit that n-gg- right now ‘fore he know whats happenin
(that n-gg- in the blue shirt over therre?)
1- man that n-gg- wit the dice man get the phone out dogg
what you trippin off of n-gg-
(d-mn n-gg-, hold on hold on)
1- man this n-gg- bout to get hit derty, call that n-gg- dogg
man call that n-gg- man you hurr me? f-ck that sh-t dogg lemme talk to this n-gg-
2- h-llo? h-llo? i can’t hurr
1- mo whuts up dogg?
2- whuts up n-gg-
1- ay man i’m up herre at these uh, m-th-f-ckin pool halls man and uh
that lil’ problem you had last week dogg, them n-gg-s up herre man
2- you bullsh-ttin n-gg-
1- muthaf-ckin talkin bout, blazin them n-gg-s right now, whuts up dogg?
2- ah f-ck naw n-gg- i’m on my m-th-f-ckin way dogg

(verse 1: kemo)
chill lil’ derty, i’m the n-gg- that’ll make you grow
take the cash that till them m-th-f-ckas feel it and cant take it no mo’
f-ck 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 cr-p game
gimme ya change man, wit a ticket to ya mainframe
watch a n-gg-s brains hang, same thang every day, all day
make the n-gg- a watermelon chain gang, slang ‘cain
watch a n-gg- gold chain hang, f-ck a n-gg- matchin panky ring
maintain, sub up a lil’, play a lil’ game of 20 mil a main frame
off wit ya main thang, b-tch told me the l truck pound gotta gain lane
brains crammed, frame b-tch gimme head cuz im a m-th-f-ckin 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 m-th-f-cka talk about n-gg- needin our change
well sh-t you did, plus not the real sh-t, p-ssy n-gg- get peeled quick
for a meal ticket, now ya -ss dumped up cuz i know that you ain’t gon kill no sh-t
now kneel quick, put holes in ya heel fit, you f-ckin wit a real n-gg-
better chill n-gg-, one shot, one killed, 45 hundred tips in ya grill

(hook: kemo repeat 2x)
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 n-gg- that’s blowin up the spot, makin everything hot
from my block to yo block, on top, ol’ ballin -ss n-gg-
hmm me? hmm ho i think not ah, got skeet from 9 next to the block
there’s too many n-gg-s that i know from the block and uh
there’s too many n-gg-s 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 -ss dime
most of these n-gg-s out herre can’t rhyme, freestylin all day long
talkin bout they label and all they songs, walkin around like the sh-t
but ain’t made no hits, get ya p-ssy -ss home, turnin on n-gg-s on stage
every four gettin paid, talkin bout the block and the yay and the hoes they played
n-gg-s in the crowd like “bullsh-t! f-ck naw, no way!”
n-gg- talkin bout they goin gold, on the road doin f-cked up promo show
check the sto’ and never sold about 3 or 4 and the cd 4 months old

(hook repeat 2x)

(verse 3: kemo)
ah ah ah, hang out like double d bra, roll through the streets
of the m-th-f-ckin 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 n-gg-s 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 -ss off on 2 you feel me dogg
rollin down 6 drive dope fiend tryin to flick a n-gg- down tryin to get a 8 ball
then they hit a rocky road, n-gg-s over there clockin dough
cops over therre tryin to stop the dope, in kirkwood n-gg-s say the herb would’ve
ran out so n-gg- gotta constantly smoke
caddie grill stop the flo’, don’t be talkin no stuff or the bloods will get that smack
real n-gg-s from the atl, stay up and represent the mirror or it makes you crazy

(hook repeat 2x)

- da hol 9

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