Текст песни Make You Wanna Holla - Benzino

Make You Wanna Holla

Now we gon burn this right here\nAy yo dim the lights down\nYeah yeah\nWe gon let the track talk to em Fly cars pretty hos rocks on my arm shit\nYou’d think I had the world in my palm\nSurrounded by the team pockets full of C. Are. E. A. M.\nStill ain’t all peaches and cream\nCause it’s hard being a rich man specially when you black\nNo margin for error no room for slack\nCops stay on your back\nLyin tryin to convict me They wait to treat a nigga you would think it was the 60's\nAnd it Makes you wanna holla\nTo the top of my lungs but the weed smoke’s blockin my lungs\nWatchin my son\nI know this game is mean don’t let him go where I’ve gone\nSee what I’ve seen takin puffs off the green\nKeep my mind off this bullshit\nIt’s like a mental tug of war\nWith every bullshit I got a keep a full clip\nYou niggas don’t understand\nI’m only human I’m just like you damn\nMakes you wanna holla\nCause it’s hard sometimes on the grind\nWhen you’re tryin to get them dollars man and\nPrayin for tomorrow\nBut it might not come so I’m a hustle till my work is done\nIt makes you wanna holla\nCause it’s hard sometimes on the grind\nWhen you’re tryin to get them dollars man\nPrayin for tomorrow\nBut it might not come so I’m a hustle till my work is done\nLivin swimmin in bucks big boy trucks\nSometimes I feel like givin it up Drop top chrome pipes damn what a life\nI’d trade it all just to sleep some nights\nIt’s hard bein a gangsta\nSpecially when you get the D. A. Still buildin a case\nEverywhere you turn cameras all up in your face\nI. Are. S. Audit your papes trying to take your estate\nAnd your man’s on the stand raisin his right hand\nCause you swear to tell the truth I bet you do And it Makes you wanna holla\nCause when you got dollars every chick wanna holla\nClaimin they swallow\nNeed the so-called cats you knew from way back\nSuddenly they your cousin wanna run with the pack\nHe your man long as you givin him stacks\nBut let you get fucked and need a buck\nHe ain’t callin you back\nNow what type of shit is that