Holla @ Ya lyrics

(La-la-la-la); woo, woo, woo; (la-la-la-la);

All free girls across the dance floor right now;

We're gonna do it like this

[Chorus]

(La-la-la-la) Baby, let me holla at ya;

Come on, you better than that; go swing it back shorty, let me whisper to ya;

(La-la-la-la) Baby, let me holla at ya; come on, you better than that;

It'll only take a second shorty, listen to me;

(La-la-la-la-la) Baby, let me holla at ya; I know you're doin' your thing;

But shorty, let me explain; girl, you better than that; you better than that;

You better than that; you better than that

Baby girl you OK, are you OK; baby girl, it's kinda' lookin' like a bad day;

Nah, I ain't bein' funny or nuttin', but let me kick it to you real like a play, play cousin;

'Cause we go way back, like easy bake ovens;

Kept the batter in the fridge, ‘cause there's roaches in the cupboard (ha, ha, ha, ha);

Now that we've established that, go on take a load off and chit chat witch your brother;

What happened witch your man, well that's what's up;

I thought you said he was the one, and want to give him a son;

And after him you was done, because there was no other;

Even got along good with his family and mother; girl, stop trippin';

You can't change a man, unless a man wanna change with thee,

And rearrange his own plan, his own mind maybe;

Take a stand on his own leg, his own path lay

Real talk; you know you a flirt; but even realer baby girl,

You gotta' love you first; see, don't let nobody else determine your worth;

Don't let another man or woman drag you down in the dirt;

I know, truth hurt, but it's good like a medicine;

Swallow it down, let it work and get you better babe;

Learn to be patient, let God finish you first;

You bigger them diamonds and a superficial purse;

(La, la, la, la; hello BeBe, you and me-ee; la, la, la, la;

Elevate, hollow me-ee; la, la, la, la, la; L-O-V-E, you and me-ee;

La-la-la-la-la-la, la-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)

Beautiful baby girl, you're baby bobby head;

Precious as baby's is born, baby's a perfect ten;

Almost as perfect when you, you make your presence felt;

You're strikin' presence it hit me, it hit below the belt;

How can we cherish this moment, of pick and make it stick;

Know they impatiently waitin' for you girl, this is it;

It's the time I fine dine, double date, triple date, fine dine,

Sippin' on fine wine; time fly's by, before we close,

Eyes don't lie, well sometimes they do; and big girls cry too;

Try to properly, prepare myself for future burn; girls, while I carry those,

Careful so at every turn; not just a job, but an adventure, I come to pinch ‘ya;

Call Alamo to wrench ‘ya, prayin' to the God I've sent ‘cha;

Important as indentures, either or, I can't leave ‘fore our lives

Are intertwined like chained link fence;

(La, la, la, la, la; L-O-V-E, you and me-ee; la, la, la, la;

Elevate, hollow me-ee; la, la, la, la, la; L-O-V-E, you and me-ee;

La-la-la-la-la-la, la-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)

(La-la-la-la) And if I loves you Bro, we gotta' get through, through;

Listen to my teacher, be a stud'nt;

(La, la, la, la) I ain't the one to steer you wrong; wrote the lyrics to this song;

Helpin' others in your position, to move on

(La-la-la, la-la) And if I loves you Bro, we gotta' get through, through;

Listen to my teacher, be a stud'nt; I ain't the one to steer you wrong;

Wrote the lyrics to this song; helpin' others in your position, to move on

[Chorus]

(La-la-la-la) Baby, let me holla at ya;

Come on, you better than that; go swing it back shorty, let me whisper to ya;

(La-la-la-la) Baby, let me holla at ya; come on, you better than that;

It'll only take a second shorty, listen to me;

(La-la-la-la-la) Baby, let me holla at ya; I know you're doin' your thing;

But shorty, let me explain; girl, you better than that; you better than that;

You better than that; you better than that

• Artist:GRITS
• Album:Redemption (2003)