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Jon Secada - That Hella-Thurl Shit lyrics
[Talking: 1- Kaos 2- Buck Bam Sham 3- Kemo]
 1- Young Buck Bam Shammer (laughing)
 2- Whut's up derty
 1- Give us some of that hella thurl G shit nigga
 3- Ya nigga gon lay some nigga dogg
 [Kaos]
 This that hella thurl shit
 This that hella thurl shit
 (That hella thurl shit nigga)
 This that hella thurl shit
 This that hella thurl shit
 (That hella thurl shit nigga)
 [Verse 1: Kaos]
 Dubs, 22's, 24's, it don't matter what you roll mo
 Hoes freakin summin for the low low
 Iced out, tatt'ed out, bitches sattin ass out
 Urbody fucked up shit, got niggas passed out
 Titties floppin, niggas watchin, hoes nina poppin
 Cedric rounds of that STL, A.K.A. Hatytown
 Two do' Cuttie, burnin money
 You ain't gotta hold it for me
 All my niggas ballin, bitch, she gotta luv it
 Smashin hella hos, havin hella dros mo
 Rolls, bank mo
 20's, 50's and 1 double O
 Always actin bad, pants sagged, du rag
 Tilted hat, to the back
 Yellin where them hoes at
 [Hook: Kaos & Chipmunk Voice]
 This is that shit for all them bitches and thugs
 That beat they subs, pullin up to them clubs
 In them trucks, and you ain't gon see shit
 But smoke in up out of they nose, cuz all my
 Biggas stayed blowed, 24's, that's how we roll
 We the type of niggas that'll take that chick
 You been wit, for 6 months but see we blitz that bitch
 And then we set it out derty, oh
 Taches comin off our mouth derty
 And then she's gettin the fuck out derty
 [Verse 2: Kaos]
 Woke up quick, lil' derty at about noon
 Babba Bam, Kemo Feezy and my nigga Lil' Chuma
 They had, 4 red bones wit a wig, 2 Philippino twins
 About to get a suite, kick it in the Chestire Inn
 Roll through the dub, bumpin that Hol' 9
 Young niggas on my block throwin up gang signs (URR URR!)
 Lemme holla at ya derty, goddamnitJon Secada - That Hella-Thurl Shit - http://motolyrics.com/jon-secada/that-hella-thurl-shit-lyrics.html
 We got them trees, them sunflowers without no seeds
 [Verse 3: Mr. McFeezee]
 Get it like these, get it off that issue
 Hot enough to burn through the skin tissue
 When the smoke on the way to the mental
 Skate bird, they fall off the windshield
 Think of all my folks in the pen
 I'ma stop, push the end of the boulder
 Where ya wanna go, to the ocean again
 Tryin to cop wit my pen, keep my herb po-bag in
 Tell me where the crack bag is, scales crazy fool inflate
 And none of this past is, watchin us
 Stickin out of end of the block wit binocular
 The hoes say hi, I'ma show you where the tri-piggas at
 Checkin out where the helicopters at, boy poppin the gat
 Askin em where the hospital at, Mr. McFeezee
[Hook]
 [Verse 4: Kemo]
 Gangstas, coke dealers, cold scrilla, poverty
 Robbery, I'm the neighborhood, role model be
 Little kids follow me, teach ghetto psychology
 Catch me with the glock next to my cock
 And the crack rock'll be
 On the way wit Chuma dogg, let's clear up the rumors y'all
 Niggas get 26 for bricks, get em for 22 at Ball
 Plus my nigga Kaos keep the haos say, parlay I say
 Parlay ya dig, pistol play fuck up my day and shit
 Weigh this shit, make each one them bitches 28 a zip
 We came a long way from choppin yay wit razor blades and shit
 Erase a bitch, we rule ya whole existence from the face of this
 Nation-ish, consider potential customers of my place or bed
 These Show-Me state niggas, they love it when we pack these shows
 And watch these labels give me money, stack stack my flow
 Speakin on these fuckin subjects that a rapper know
 Don't mean to jump off of the subject, but I slap a ho
[Hook]
 [Chipmunk Voice Talking]
 This some wild ass shit ain't it?
 I know you sittin there like "what the fuck?"
 America, home of the fuckin dope
 Fuck, motherfuckin Bam Sham, you did it again
 You fuckin goddamn he did it again
 Hella Thurl, Hol' 9
 Goddamn you motherfuckas did it again
 Another hot ass track, you motherfuckas








