Текст (слова) песни: Hollow Tip - Blow Up

 
We been a block like top notches 
Gold things and topless 
Hoes jockin reflections and diamonds from my watches 
What`s poppin? Smokin on veggas and kill switches 
Homies twisted and fitted in EB and Hilfiger 
Real niggas on my side ballin out of control 
And all the hoes know we got the north financially sold 
On the road, doing shows, backstage with hoes 
Nobody knows what goes down once the doors is closed 
Playa clickin on the scene, smokin Sacramento green 
Leave as we sweep down your street in something clean 
On a mission pimpin, flippin up chips to make a livin 
Concentrate on millions, and sick of dealin these killins 
It`s another hustle everyday but I maintain 
Caught up in this struggle, so I refuse to gangbang 
Got my mind on bigtime, that this whole world owe us 
Hollow Tip and the whole high side fittin to 
 
Chorus: 
Blow Up (everytime) 
We don`t have, we don`t have to rush (let`s not rush this thing) 
It`s not worth it (it`s guarenteed that we) 
Blow Up (we`ll make, we`ll make money) 
Blow Up 
 
Now I`m on the rise, and more exposed to my eyes 
I`m in the 95 Maxima the limits the sky 
High siden Eddie Bauer, I`m the man of the hour 
Top dollar, with a hairy ball on my collar 
Dry my eyes from all the rainy days 
And slingin yay, now when we parley 
Gold things spin to the bay 
And to the day we close down shop 
We got tapes to sling $50,000 knot 
Sippin expensive drinks, 18k links 
And more sophisticated than a top notch can think 
In the industry risin, and we still high siden 
Something fully equipped, Nautica and diamonds 
Thought I wasn`t sliden up in um cause I`m hollow 
When Rimmie Marks swallows out the $30 bottle 
When the Lexus roll up, babygirl hold up 
Because I`m down with high side my whole clique fittin to 
 
Chorus 
 
I`m on a mission about my mail, million dollar clientele 
Nationwide I`m satisfied, but decide it was hell 
I had to struggle hard to be financially stable 
But now I`m in the light with hundred spokes on my label 
Loungin in condos, sittin on leather and brass 
Lookin at big screens, my Tommy Hil`s full of cash 
Can you imagine it, my whole crew havin it 
Tuxedos and Benzes and automatic clips 
On a rise to the top it`s a trip nonstop 
We in this game for the millions, scrilla over props 
Gold things touch the ground, like green crush it down 
Let my 15`s hit till the hoes say must it pound 
I`m the man across the land, pay my bills by the grand 
Hoes rush me, tryin to touch me, got top notch fans 
Now the struggle is over, no more jobs only your love 
All these haters still talkin but they can watch a nigga 
 
Chorus 
 
Hollow Hollow, Hollow Hollow, Hollow Hollow.. 
It ain`t worth it 
Sac Town, Sac Town, Sac Town, Sac Town 
(fades) We can blow up..
 

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