Hold It Down (feat. C-Note, St. Louey, Point Blank, Killa Hoe & Black)

歌詞

[Hook: Big T] Hold it down, hold it down We gon hold it down, we gon hold it dooooo-own Hold it down, hold it down We gon hold it down, the South gon hold it dooooo-own [C-Note] I'ma hold this shit down, till you come back home As soon as you touch down, you'll be sitting on chrome Come through in some'ing new, with them bubble eyes Cause you know you kept it true, all through the night I'ma take care of lil' one, like one of my own Tell her daddy may be gone, but it ain't for long That's why I made this song, for all my boys that be holding Come through with the bang, knocking off side molding That's just the way that we rolling, in nothing but Benzes and Lac's And if I had to sell crack, you down to watch my back I'm going stack for stack, and going blow for blow Pull up and pop the trunk, and let the neon glow [Hook] [C-Note] I'ma hold it down for Gator, and the rest of my cats Rest in peace Mafio, D.A. Toast and Pat Although we living ghetto dreams, I wish I had you back I know I'm all about my green, but I'd give up my stacks I done traveled the world, with diamonds and girls And I done seen how they act, when they sniffing that ferl To all my homies in the world, feeling broke and fed up I got four words for ya, that's keep ya head up Cause one of these days, they gon have to learn That each and every balla, got's his turn And every city every ghetto, take a look and you'll find us Man hold that weed down, cause the laws behind us [Hook] [Lil' 3rd] I'm gon hold it down, big Bentley I'm rolling now My paper stacks, stay swollen now This light green, that I'm blowing on 3rd the Leprechaun, my finger frozen huh 20 inch Lorenzo's, what I'm rolling on On my clover tattoo, I use petroleum These Y2K artists, we folding em B.G. Gator, Head and Benz I smoke on dro for them All this shit that I show, I let it go for them Nigga pints two-liters, what I po' for them B.G. 3-R-D, you gotta show for him Twenty five thousand, if you wanna show for him [Hook] [Will-Lean] The Chemist, I'ma hold it down Us Botany big shots, we the chosen now We started from rock bottom, we done rosen now Pics and ad's in the Source, got us posing now Rolex's and Cardiers, got us shining now Top billboard charts, we climbing now C-Note put it down, got us rhyming now Independent status fool, ain't no signing now We grinding now, a major can't do shit for me Diamonds N' Yo Face playa, was a hit to me I wouldn't trade labels, for a Bentley A hundred thousand dollars treat, they just rent to me Foreign cars, Botany bout to pimp these streets All these horns, sound like a fucking symphony Was meant to be, like Screw we gon slow it down Cloverland came up, so we gon hold it down [Hook - 2x]