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Benzino

Genres: Hip-Hop

Make You Wanna Holla Lyrics - Benzino

[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] 

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