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