Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hold It Down , by - Cocoa Brovaz. Release date: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hold It Down , by - Cocoa Brovaz. Hold It Down |
| Hold me down, I’m movin on the enemy now |
| For a cause, and he cause ya exort at war |
| I swore to be dedicated, always elevatin, meditatin |
| Bout the soldiers who couldn’t make it |
| Take shit forever, that’s my position, part of my condition |
| Is to long live the tradition of the stick n move |
| Get ya tools ready for construction |
| We prepare to build or destroy somethin |
| Brooklyn born, I be Steele on the real |
| And I feel like gettin it on, yo son what’s the deal? |
| For some reason, niggas be fiendin |
| And when niggas be fiendin, they be quick to commit treason |
| But I keep breathin through, though the season do |
| Be seemin to get alot more hot than usual |
| So, who can I confide in, who can I trust to bust when I’m ridin |
| I don’t need no last minute surprises |
| From those who pose as friends but they be lyin |
| I keep my eye on the snitch that’s spyin |
| Plottin to brake down my whole enterprises |
| Some niggas soft but some niggas define shit |
| True soldier ready for war, so don’t try shit |
| Why you get critical, cuz the spots held down by the general |
| There’s only a few that could ride wit me |
| There’s only a few that could ride for free |
| I hold my weight plus yours, when you can’t hold ya own |
| Cuz I know you do the same for me, so hold me down |
| There’s only a few that could ride wit me |
| There’s only a few that could ride for free |
| I hold my weight plus yours, when you can’t hold ya own |
| Cuz I know you do the same for me, so hold me down |
| Every clique got a soft nigga in it, believe me |
| That potray a kid he saw on the streets or in the movies |
| Tryin to do the same he seen on the screen |
| Got his big guns, Timbs, hoody and his jeans |
| Talk the fast talk but there’s a pause in this walk |
| Rock his jewels, truck and he still eat pork |
| He get his little hustle on, he run with his major team |
| Crazy ass dread from Jamaica, Queens |
| Ain’t never seen war up in his face before |
| Get his news from the barber shop/beeper store |
| But if you let him tell it, he’s the last man standing |
| Talkin bout son, I held it down wit the cannon |
| Should of seen the way that I was blazin at the cats |
| Twist of the wrist, while I was pattin one back |
| Like that kid did to Menace, when he had the four pound |
| You know it’s only right, I had to hold the fort down |
| Blazin wit ya friends, when we ridin |
| There’s no suprisin, it’s all good |
| Takin chances, in the cut every day |
| Tryin to big up, tryin to big up wit my master plan |
| There’s only a few that could ride wit me |
| There’s only a few that could ride for free |
| I hold my weight plus yours, when you can’t hold ya own |
| Cuz I know you do the same for me, so hold me down |
| There’s only a few that could ride wit me |
| There’s only a few that could ride for free |
| I hold my weight plus yours, when you can’t hold ya own |
| Cuz I know you do the same for me, so hold me down |
| As a youth I would sit up in my room and dream |
| One day I became wit a ruthless teen |
| Little did I know that every step I took |
| Had already been signed and sealed in some books |
| So I took a look at what I got to work wit of course |
| And if granted by the source move on wit full force |
| What choice to choose, if I sin will I use |
| Sittin wit the reverend in my county blues |
| To which ever form you base your religion on |
| Live by the scriptures of the Bible or Karan |
| Don’t burn bridges if you plan to make riches |
| The ones that you least expect to be the worst snitches |
| For a dollar, a nigga screamin holla out |
| Ya secret whereabouts, so they can come and air ya out |
| And took the throne, down the shoot dead and gone |
| The struggle goes on, so hold down ya dome |
| There’s only a few that could ride wit me |
| There’s only a few that could ride for free |
| I hold my weight plus yours, when you can’t hold ya own |
| Cuz I know you do the same for me, so hold me down |
| There’s only a few that could ride wit me |
| There’s only a few that could ride for free |
| I hold my weight plus yours, when you can’t hold ya own |
| Cuz I know you do the same for me, so hold me down |
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|---|---|
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| Get Up | 2001 |
| Gun Music ft. Cocoa Brovaz | 2001 |
| Blown Away | 1997 |
| Dry Snitch | 1997 |
| Off the Wall | 1997 |
| That'z The Way Shit Iz ft. Cocoa Brovaz | 2003 |
| The Cash | 1997 |
| Won On Won | 1997 |
| Myah Angelow | 1997 |
| Memorial | 1997 |
| Back 2 Life | 1997 |
| Game Of Life | 1997 |
| Every Rhyme I Write ft. Cocoa Brovaz | 1998 |
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