Drag-On

[Drag-On:]
Uhh, man its been like three years I cant wait no more
I cant smoke no more but I can taste the raw
Like OHH-WEE, I get steel for the love of my booms
And girls be like (Drag, where you been so long?)
Im like OOH, WEE, Im still here baby
I just finished three albums, eythings all gravy
Im still leanin on niggaz, actin like it cant happen
I put my gun in your mouth, turn your teeth platinum
Aint no more one-on-ones, nigga its guns-on-guns, knives-on-knives
You murder my mans, we murder your wives
OOH, WEE, come yell at your boy
But if I catch her feelin me, would you bell at your boy?
I got a new drink, its called Gang Related
Alize is red, Hypnotiq is blue
Put a little Henny in it to bring out the THUG in you
But dont hate on your boy Drag, Drag got love for you, cmon
[Chorus: Drag-On]
OHH, WEE, holla at your boy
Yall want noise? Come holla at your boy
All my ladies, come holla at your boy
All my thug niggaz come holla at your boy
I said OOH, WEE, holla at your boy
Yall want noise? Come holla at your boy
All my ladies, come holla at your boy
All my thug niggaz come holla at your boy
[Drag-On:]
I said OOH, WEE, shorty you
(Who me?) Yeah, and the rest of your crew
Come holla at your boy, Im still here baby, Im still in the grind
Im happy that Im still on your mind
Let me treat you real good and take you up out the hood
Show you a new lifestyle, then pull out the Lifestyles
Oh yeah Im a movie star now, I done kickboxed with Wesley
And got into a fight with Jet Li
Now you tell me whats really good - whats really poppin
I go in any project and see whats really hood
Like whats crackin homie? Im hotter than the block with cracks on me
Thats on my man, caught my ratchet for me
OHH, WEE, come holla at your boy
Come to the bar, pop a bottle with your boy
I reigned/rained in it, dont make me shower on you boys
And I know your head nigga, so I got power over you boy so
[Chorus]
[Drag-On:]
Where my shorties at? Where my thugs at?
Cmon, holla at your boy, where the love at?
Bitches lookin like they wanna put it on my ass
Im in this club ery week ma, just put it on my tab
It aint nothin, I got a tab bigger than that fat nigga on "Cheers"
Cmon ma, sit in this chair (cmon)
Chicks showin me they tongue rings, they belly buttons
Lookin 16 like R. Kelly aint nuttin
I dont play those games, make sure she show her ID
Before she come, hot steppin in this V.I.P. - you hear me?
She old enough, tell her holla at her boy
Cause I aint got no time for cops hollain at your boy
I said
[Chorus]
[Drag-On:]
I said OOH, WEE, holla at your boy
Yall want noise? Come holla at your boy
All my ladies, come holla at your boy
All my thug niggaz come holla at your boy
I said OOH, WEE
[ Holla At Your Boy Lyrics ]