Holla Atcha Boy
Ice Cube Lyrics


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I knew you niggaz would be back
See, see, you need to fuck with me you know I mean?
Yeah, you need to holla at your boy, man

Stop fuckin' with them punk niggaz, man, with that shit
That's what you get
That shit stepped on nigga, that's what you get
I got that raw, I got that, uh

Twenty-fo' seven
(Holla @ your boy)
What you need baby?
Come on with it, come on with it
(Holla @ your boy)

I got it all day, in the hallway
(Holla @ your boy)
Sick of that blow up
(Holla @ your boy)

That's what you get for fuckin' with them niggaz
Come and see me for that real O.G.
He a O-Z, I'm a whole ki
Dope as a motherfucker, son, a whole [Incomprehensible]

Bitches fiend for it, then they lean for it
It ain't cocaine, but they wanna still blow it
What you need, what you need
Hoes offer me the pink slip and the deed

Treat it just like weed
Hit the right end, then pass it to her friend
I'm a hustler, you a customer
Them other niggaz you like, straight fuckin' ya

Some of 'em lyin', most of 'em trickin'
Others are dyin', some of 'em victims
When you come from South Central LA
That shit is like dirt weed, a nigga got a headache

If you want it raw, now
Make the call now, look me up, nigga
(Holla @ your boy)

Fiendin' for that good shit
Take a look, bitch, what you need, baby
(Holla @ your boy)

I got it all day
In the hallway on Broadway
(Holla @ your boy)

Sick of that blow up
Gettin' stepped on, nigga, come on home
(Holla @ your boy)

Ice Cube, back then they used to fuck me
Now that I'm hot, these bitches still love me
'Cause I'm far from ugly
Everywhere I go, they wanna kiss and hug me

They say "Dopeman, dopeman
I got your money don't turn into Konnan"
Don't wanna see the G-hand
I am the man from here to Cleveland

Don't get mad, I get even
Try to shake the van, think you're sleepin'
Oh, my God, this nigga's leakin'
Somebody best to call the deacon

Any dose is a overdose
Leave your punk-ass dead or a comatose
And if you don't wanna listen
My shit'll crack you out like Tyrone Biggums

If you want it raw, now
Make the call now, look me up, nigga
(Holla @ your boy)

Fiendin' for that good shit
Take a look, bitch, what you need, baby
(Holla @ your boy)

I got it all day
In the hallway on Broadway
(Holla @ your boy)

Sick of that blow up
Gettin' stepped on, nigga, come on home
(Holla @ your boy)

Holla, yeah
But don't two-way a nigga
Bitch, that ain't nothin' but a transcript

Dumb bitch
(I'll holla)
Don't two-way a nigga man
(I'll holla)
Damn

If you want it raw, now
Make the call now, look me up, nigga
(Holla @ your boy)

Fiendin' for that good shit
Take a look, bitch, what you need, baby
(Holla @ your boy)

I got it all day
In the hallway on Broadway
(Holla @ your boy)

Sick of that blow up
Gettin' stepped on, nigga, come on home
(Holla @ your boy)

Twenty years
I've been servin' you fiends
For twenty years
(Holla @ your boy)

Why would you fuck with anybody else, ha?
(Holla @ your boy)
That's why you're fucked up right now, ain't it?
(Holla @ your boy)

You need to get at me
You know I got it and I know you want it
(Holla @ your boy)o





Come on, Cube, let me rap on here
I'm, I'm just tryin' to sack somethin' up

Overall Meaning

The song "Holla @ Cha' Boy" by Ice Cube is a rap song about the drug lifestyle. The lyrics begin with Ice Cube addressing his listeners, urging them to come to him for their supply of drugs instead of dealing with other dealers that sell inferior products. He boasts about having the best quality and being available twenty-four hours a day. The use of the term "boy" in the song's title and throughout the lyrics is a reference to the drug slang term for heroin, which is also known as "boy."


Ice Cube goes on to describe how drug users are addicted to his product and are willing to do anything to get it. He talks about being a successful drug dealer and mentions the risks involved, like getting caught by the authorities or being killed by other drug dealers. He also addresses the fact that he has been supplying drugs for twenty years, and how his customers keep returning to him for more.


The overall message of the song is that Ice Cube is the one to go to for the best drugs, and that he is superior to other drug dealers who sell lower quality drugs. It is a reflection of the dangerous and cutthroat world of drug dealing and the consequences of getting caught up in it.


Line by Line Meaning

I knew you niggaz would be back
I expected you to come back to me because you can't get what you need from anyone else


See, see, you need to fuck with me you know I mean?
You have to deal with me because I have what you need


Yeah, you need to holla at your boy, man
You need to reach out to me so I can provide you with what you need


Stop fuckin' with them punk niggaz, man, with that shit
You should stop dealing with those unreliable people and come to me


That's what you get
You got what you deserved because you didn't come to me


That shit stepped on nigga, that's what you get
The stuff you got from someone else is of poor quality and that's what you get for not coming to me for the high-quality stuff


I got that raw, I got that, uh
I have the superior quality product you need


Twenty-fo' seven
I am available all day and night


(Holla @ your boy)
Get in touch with me


What you need baby?
What do you want?


Come on with it, come on with it
Tell me what you want so I can provide it for you


I got it all day, in the hallway
I always have the product you need and am always available


Sick of that blow up
Tired of dealing with inferior products


That's what you get for fuckin' with them niggaz
You got what you deserved for not coming to me


Come and see me for that real O.G.
Come to me for the authentic, original product


He a O-Z, I'm a whole ki
The other guy is just an ounce, while I have a whole kilogram


Dope as a motherfucker, son, a whole [Incomprehensible]
I have the best quality product available


Bitches fiend for it, then they lean for it
Women crave my product and will do anything to get it


It ain't cocaine, but they wanna still blow it
It's not cocaine, but they still want to use it


What you need, what you need
What do you want, what do you want


Hoes offer me the pink slip and the deed
Women are willing to give me their car and house as collateral for my product


Treat it just like weed
Use my product just like you would use marijuana


Hit the right end, then pass it to her friend
After using my product, pass it along to someone else


I'm a hustler, you a customer
I sell drugs for a living, and you buy them


Them other niggaz you like, straight fuckin' ya
Those other dealers you prefer are ripping you off


Some of 'em lyin', most of 'em trickin'
Some dealers are lying and most of them are cheating you


Others are dyin', some of 'em victims
Some dealers are getting killed and others are becoming victims of the system


When you come from South Central LA
Growing up in South Central LA makes you tough


That shit is like dirt weed, a nigga got a headache
If you're not from the hood, you won't understand the poor quality of drugs there and the headaches it can cause


Ice Cube, back then they used to fuck me
Dealers used to rip me off, but now I'm in control


Now that I'm hot, these bitches still love me
Women are still attracted to me because of my success as a drug dealer


'Cause I'm far from ugly
I am good looking and successful


Everywhere I go, they wanna kiss and hug me
People are constantly showing me affection and admiration


They say 'Dopeman, dopeman
People recognize me as a drug dealer and call me by that name


I got your money don't turn into Konnan'
People are warning me to not let my greed turn me into a criminal like wrestler Konnan


Don't wanna see the G-hand
People don't want to go to war with me and see the G-units in my hands


I am the man from here to Cleveland
I am in control and have power over a large area


Don't get mad, I get even
Don't get angry with me, I will retaliate


Try to shake the van, think you're sleepin'
Even when you think I'm not watching or listening, I am, and you won't get away with anything


Oh, my God, this nigga's leakin'
I will injure or kill those who cross me


Somebody best to call the deacon
Someone needs to call for religious intervention because of the violence I cause


Any dose is a overdose
Even a small amount of my product is potent and strong


Leave your punk-ass dead or a comatose
If you mess with me or my product, you will be severely injured or killed


And if you don't wanna listen
If you ignore my warnings


My shit'll crack you out like Tyrone Biggums
My product is so addictive it will have the same effect as the character Tyrone Biggums from the Chappelle's Show


But don't two-way a nigga
Don't try to contact me through a two-way pager


Bitch, that ain't nothin' but a transcript
That's not enough, you need to call me directly


If you want it raw, now
If you want my high-quality product


Why would you fuck with anybody else, ha?
There's no reason to go to anyone else when I have what you need


That's why you're fucked up right now, ain't it?
You're in your current situation because you didn't come to me for the product you needed


You know I got it and I know you want it
You know I have what you need and I know you want it


Come on, Cube, let me rap on here
Someone else wants to contribute to this song


I'm, I'm just tryin' to sack somethin' up
I'm just trying to make some money




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JONATHAN H. SMITH, O'SHEA JACKSON, LA MARQUIS JEFFERSON, CRAIG D. LOVE

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Cubo de hielo] Sabía que ustedes niggas volverían Mira, ves, necesitas joderme, ¿no? Sí, necesitas holla a tu chico, holla Deja de joder con esos negros punk con esa mierda Eso es lo que obtienes, esa mierda pisó nigga, eso es lo que obtienes Lo tengo crudo, lo tengo, ungh [Introducción: Ice Cube] Veintisiete, hola a tu chico Lo que necesitas bebé, vamos, hola a tu chico Lo tengo todo el día, en el pasillo, hola a tu chico Harto de esa explosión, hola a tu chico [Verso 1] Eso es lo que obtienes por joder con esos negros Ven a verme por ese verdadero O.G Él es un O-Z, soy un ki completo Drogado como un hijo de puta, hijo una semilla entera Las perras lo buscan, luego se inclinan por eso No es cocaína, pero todavía quieren soplarla Lo que necesitas, lo que necesitas Las putas me ofrecen la hoja rosa y la escritura (sí, de hecho) Trátelo como hierba, golpee el extremo correcto y luego páselo a su amiga Soy un estafador, tu un cliente Los otros niggas que te gustan, malditos ya Algunos de ellos están mintiendo (sí) la mayoría de ellos engañando Otros están muriendo, algunos de ellos son víctimas Cuando vienes de South Central L.A Esa mierda es como hierba de tierra, un negro tiene dolor de cabeza (holla) [Estribillo] Si lo quieres crudo ahora, haz la llamada ahora Búscame nigga, hola a tu chico Fiendin por esa buena mierda, mira perra Lo que necesitas bebé, hola a tu chico Lo tengo todo el dia, en el pasillo En Broadway, hola a tu chico Harto de esa explosión, pisar Nigga, ven a casa, hola a tu chico [Verso 2] "Ice Cube", en ese entonces solían follarme Ahora que estoy caliente, estas perras todavía me aman Porque estoy lejos de ser feo Donde quiera que vaya, quieren besarme y abrazarme Dicen, tonto, tonto Tengo tu dinero, no te conviertas en Conan No quiero ver la mano g, perra Yo soy el hombre de aqui a cleveland No te enojes, me pongo e-van Intenta sacudir la camioneta, piensa que estás durmiendo y Oh Dios mío, este nigga se está filtrando Alguien mejor para llamar al diácono, uh-huh Cualquier dosis es una sobredosis. Deja tu culo punk muerto o comatoso Y si no quieres escuchar Mi mierda te romperá como Tyrone Bigguns Verso 3] Holla, sí Pero no seas un negro de dos vías Perra, eso no es nada más que una transcripción Perra tonta, voy a holla No seas un hombre negro de dos vías, voy a holla Maldita sea [Estribillo] [Outro] 20 años he estado sirviendo a tus amigos durante 20 años ¿Por qué joderías con alguien más, eh? Por eso estás jodido ahora mismo, ¿no es así? Tienes que llegar a mí, sabes que lo tengo y sé que lo quieres Holla a tu chico [Outro: Mike Epps] Vamos Cube déjame rapear aquí Solo estoy tratando de sacar algo

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@TheEricJust

Still goes hard

@jaywad8876

This is still the song!

@mikee9709

Keep it coming Ice cube! They can't fuck wit you! 🔥🔥🔥🔥

@coachcleats13

I wore all the letters off on my cassette tape listening to this

@jesusdelvalle5670

holla @ Cha Boy is my shyt 😎 ice cube is da man the Don in the Gangsta rap

@zacgossa5054

2023 still got it

@osofacio4696

Still banging in 2019 biaaaaatch!

@MrJamesbond207

2023 ❤

@RW-dc9kt

He was in his bag with this one it has a bay area swing to it I can see too short and e40 on this crazy.

@taterrence32

That’s what you get!

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