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    "Make You Wanna Holla" Lyrics

    Benzino

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    [Benzino:]
    Now we gon burn this right here
    Ay yo dim the lights down
    yeah yeah
    we gon let the track talk to em

    Fly cars pretty hos rocks on my arm shit
    you'd think I had the world in my palm
    surrounded by the team pockets full of C.R.E.A.M.
    still ain't all peaches and cream
    cause it's hard being a rich man specially when you black
    no margin for error no room for slack
    cops stay on your back
    lyin tryin to convict me
    they wait to treat a nigga you would think it was the 60's
    and it

    Makes you wanna holla
    to the top of my lungs but the weed smoke's blockin my lungs
    watchin my son
    I know this game is mean don't let him go where I've gone
    see what I've seen takin puffs off the green
    keep my mind off this bullshit
    it's like a mental tug of war
    with every bullshit I got a keep a full clip
    you niggas don't understand
    I'm only human I'm just like you damn

    [Chorus:]
    Makes you wanna holla
    cause it's hard sometimes on the grind
    when you're tryin to get them dollars man and
    Prayin for tomorrow
    but it might not come so I'm a hustle till my work is done
    It makes you wanna holla
    cause it's hard sometimes on the grind
    when you're tryin to get them dollars man
    Prayin for tomorrow
    but it might not come so I'm a hustle till my work is done

    [Benzino:]
    Livin swimmin in bucks big boy trucks
    sometimes I feel like givin it up
    drop top chrome pipes damn what a life
    I'd trade it all just to sleep some nights
    it's hard bein a gangsta
    specially when you get the D.A. still buildin a case
    everywhere you turn cameras all up in your face
    I.R.S. audit your papes trying to take your estate
    and your man's on the stand raisin his right hand
    cause you swear to tell the truth I bet you do
    and it

    Makes you wanna holla
    cause when you got dollars every chick wanna holla
    claimin they swallow
    need the so-called cats you knew from way back
    suddenly they your cousin wanna run with the pack
    he your man long as you givin him stacks
    but let you get fucked and need a buck
    he ain't callin you back
    now what type of shit is that

    [Chorus]
    This song was submitted on March 10th, 2010 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC.
    Written by Allan Wayne Felder, Jffrey Neal, John Bynoe, Kevin Blackmon, Raymond Scott, Ted Mills.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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