Lyrics

3/4/2004 11:07 AM ?Holla @ Ya? Boyie, Maan"" Pg.1
Written By: Poverty ©2004 Dawonne D. Jackson (614) 778-1925

Chorus: Holla @ Ya? Boy Maan?,
If you see me in your city & you tryin to get with me.

Holla @ Ya? Boy Maan?,
If you tryin to get this paper if not I holla later.

Holla @ Ya? Boy Maan?,
If ya? thick with hips know how to work dem lips.

Holla @ Ya? Boy Maan?,
If the price is right I?ll rock the mic.

V.1 Holla @ ya? boy that makes Chips Ahoy,
Got a separate budget for everything including the tour.

Might roll through yo? hood in a F-350,
High rollin? to make it hard for dem haters? to hit me.

If I start sinnin? then I ask the Most High to forgive,
He started trippin? so I smacked him with a bottle of Remy.

Too many niggas trickin? got these hoes sreamin? give me,
Like she been writin? all night in the studio with me.

And if she actin? high-cydidi I tell that hoe to miss me,
Unless she really, really hot like Missy.

Elliot Ness, don?t test-stay blessed,
This nigga raw like he?s having unprotected sex.

It gets a lil? crowded, then it might get rowdy,
We keep the club cloudy, freak bitches around me.

As The World Turns I?m still Young & Restless,
Hang out all night like a QB necklace.

Chorus: Holla @ Ya? Boy Maan?,
If you see me in your city & you tryin to get with me.

Holla @ Ya? Boy Maan?,
If you tryin to get this paper if not I holla later.

Holla @ Ya? Boy Maan?,
If ya? thick with hips know how to work dem lips.

Holla @ Ya? Boy Maan?,
If the price is right I?ll rock the mic.

V.2 Holla @ Your Boy that ball like MJ,
You can do what you do; you can say what you say.

Or we can clash like Vikings from back in the day,
Rained on your parade your forecast was gray.

As master my delivery to the assembly,
Cuz I?m a play like dem Titans so that you Remember me.

I?m a stay sick wit it so don?t you eva forget it,
I guess she wanted me to hit it walked up & gave me the digits.

Wanta be my baby, baby like Ashanti,
Keep it gangsta like last name was Carlo first name Monte.

Can?t ball with no weak cats playin? my zone,
Excuse Me Ms., the wrong idea you think I?m Sharon my Stone(s).

Basic Instincts lead you wrong,
Keep your Victoria a Secret and bring your thong.

Magnums protect King-Kong,
And you can find me ?round the way with the hood I?m gone.

Chorus: Holla @ Ya? Boy Maan?,
If you see me in your city & you tryin to get with me.

Holla @ Ya? Boy Maan?,
If you tryin to get this paper if not I holla later.

Holla @ Ya? Boy Maan?,
If ya? thick with hips know how to work dem lips.

Holla @ Ya? Boy Maan?,
If the price is right I?ll rock the mic.

V.3 Holla @ Ya? Boy if you sharp like me,
Spray starch on the beat to give my lyrics a crease.

Keep the side of my jeans tucked into my sock,
So when I walk you can see the kind of shoes that I rock.

From the Hills to the Streets I?m here to give?em the Blues,
Just cuz I?m Poverty don?t mean I can?t shine like jewels.

Keep plenty of paper that?s how the streets raise us,
Toss hoes, freak flows & blaze haze up.

Live your days up for all yo? peeps that died in the struggle,
Buy double & pour out a whole bottle of bubble.

Choreograph my style they say the dude?s awesome,
Not conceited but when I flow I get that quite often.

Chorus: Holla @ Ya? Boy Maan?,
If you see me in your city & you tryin to get with me.

Holla @ Ya? Boy Maan?,
If you tryin to get this paper if not I holla later.

Holla @ Ya? Boy Man?,
If ya? thick with hips know how to work dem lips.

Holla @ Ya? Boy Man?,
If the price is right I?ll rock the mic.