Hit The Turnin' Lane - Lyrics - Da Hole 9

[Talking: 1- Kaos 2- Kemo] [1] Ay see lemme holla at ya dogg (*** whuts up dogg?) [1] Man that *** over therre right therre wit that dice *** had to do it wit Kemo last week at the club dogg (Dogg...) [1] Man get that *** on the phone dogg, bout to hit This *** man, hit that *** right now 'fore he know whats happenin (That *** in the blue shirt over therre?) [1] Man that *** wit the dice man get the phone out dogg What you trippin off of *** (Damn ***! hold on hold on) [1] Man this *** bout to get hit derty, call that *** dogg Man call that *** man you hurr me? *** that *** dogg lemme talk to this *** [2] Hello? hello? I can't hurr [1] ....Mo whuts up dogg? [2] Whuts up *** [1] Ay man I'm up herre at these uh, muthafuckin pool halls man and uh.. That lil' problem you had last week dogg, them *** up herre man [2] YOU BULLSHITTIN ***! [1] Muthafuckin talkin bout, blazin them *** right now, whuts up dogg? [2] AH *** NAW *** IM ON MY MUTHAFUCKIN WAY DOGG! [Verse 1: Kemo] Chill lil' derty, I'm the *** that'll make you grow Take the cash that till them muthafuckas feel it and cant take it no mo' *** a 10-4, I don't got a lil' ho, they call me lil' Kemo man I bust through the do' ho wit a glock fo' fo', break up the whole crap game Gimme ya change man, wit a ticket to ya mainframe Watch a *** brains hang, same thang every day, all day Make the *** a watermelon chain gang, slang 'cain Watch a *** gold chain hang, *** a *** matchin panky ring Maintain, sub up a lil', play a lil' game of 20 mil a main frame Off wit ya main thang, *** told me the L truck pound gotta gain lane Brains crammed, frame *** gimme head cuz im a muthafuckin stage name Hit the turnin lane, we put the foot on the left, what we did out here smokin Mary Jane We be in the game till I heard a muthafucka talk about *** needin our change Well *** you did, plus not the real ***, *** *** get peeled quick For a meal ticket, now ya *** dumped up cuz I know that you ain't gon kill no *** Now kneel quick, put holes in ya heel fit, you *** wit a real *** Better chill ***, one shot, one killed, 45 hundred tips in ya grill [Hook x2: Kemo] Hit the turnin' lane, we put the foot up on left What we did out here smokin Mary Jane Turnin' lane, we put the foot up on left What we did out here smokin Mary Jane Turnin' lane, we put the foot up on left What we did out here smokin Mary Jane Turnin' lane, wit the foot up on the left What we did out here smokin [Verse 2: Kaos] I'm that *** that's blowin up the spot, makin everything hot From my block to yo block, on top, ol' ballin *** *** Hmm me? hmm ho I think not ah, got skeet from 9 next to the block There's too many *** that I know from the block and uh There's too many *** that I know roll double O 1 drop tops Urbody on the grind, urybody tryin to shine Urbody sayin nothin bout time, urbody got a fine *** dime Most of these *** out herre can't rhyme, freestylin all day long Talkin bout they label and all they songs, walkin around like the *** But ain't made no hits, get ya *** *** home, turnin on *** on stage Every four gettin paid, talkin bout the block and the yay and the hoes they played *** in the crowd like "***! *** naw, no way!" *** talkin bout they goin gold, on the road doin *** up promo show Check the sto' and never sold about 3 or 4 and the cd 4 months old [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Kemo] Ah ah ah, hang out like double D bra, roll through the streets Of the muthafuckin STL while the truck be calm, and a beatin ball And you see me dogg when we be swervin to the curve in the bird Got a couple *** certain, fin to left the mo up in the urr (yes'ir yes'ir) I'm in Atlanta on a fox now, rollin through Stone Mountain now Drug addicts tryin to count the 9's, see roll like Kemo tryin to couple the one I'm foundin now Many cases so I'm bound to find, so I'm gettin my *** off on 2 you feel me dogg Rollin down 6 Drive dope fiend tryin to flick a *** down tryin to get a 8 ball Then they hit a rocky road, *** over there clockin dough Cops over therre tryin to stop the dope, in Kirkwood *** say the herb would've Ran out so *** gotta constantly smoke Caddie grill stop the flo', don't be talkin no stuff or the Bloods will get that smack Real *** from the ATL, stay up and represent the mirror or it makes you crazy [Hook x2]