Bobby Q - Holla.txt Holla mayn! It's the double B back in this bitch, rappers gets ill right before they're batteling qib and with "rappers get ill", I mean that rappers get sick, find 'em making out with their toiletseats back at their cribs and I find it quite funny, thinkin' they can outrun me stumblin' at the finish line, as I take the price money all I can do is laugh, cuz we all know "you're the man!" no butts! ... except your bootys ass.. well you do the math and I got emo chicks, with cleavages wanting to see my dick, while I whip it out, screamin' "wheap at this!" 'cuz ya'll can eat my shit and die, leave your pity rhymes, and stick behind, 'cuz I'm what every women would kall Mr. Right and ya'll get to know why i'm a star thats so bright that i'll outshine you til' you ain't gettin' up like Marc Eckö! so honestly man.. it doesn't matter how many shows you go to, cuz all you'll see is me, but whatever flows your boat dude.. Holla.. Night-session at your service Sincerly yours Bobby Q