Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold Up, artist - E.S.G.. Date of issue: 09.10.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hold Up |
| Now hold up |
| (ten thousand, on the wrist for the boss) |
| Now hold up |
| (ten thousand, on the wrist for the boss |
| Told me take my chain off, let my body defrost) |
| Huh, go on po' you a cup |
| G’eah you’s a G mayn, go on throw it up |
| Huh you blowing big mayn, go on smoke it up |
| Look how we walk down here, look how we talk down here |
| When I say swang and bang, I ain’t talking bout a Crip or Blood |
| The way we do our cars, is ridiculous |
| You call em rags, man we call em drops |
| Y’all call your money qwat, man we call our knots |
| Call our female bops, don’t punch clocks or ride stocks |
| Went to school with my rocks, nothing but money in my lunch box |
| Bigfoot sasquatch, that’s how I’m stepping in the game |
| Step down for a minute, they let the nigga gain |
| Now I’m speaking at the podium, smooth as lenolium |
| Southside veteran, paint wetter than petroleum |
| Yeah, so watch me do my thang |
| So go on ride with your boy, if you understand my slang |
| Yeah world, guess who’s back |
| Might not know me or not, come to the bottom of the map |
| Screwed Up Click regime, one of the hardest on the team |
| Range Rovers sporting mean, like bulvarian cream |
| Back in the day me and K, apple green Suburban |
| Took 36 to 88, like changing Bettis to Irvin |
| Talking OZ’s, cause we OG’s |
| Look like a janitor’s office, cause my desk full of keys |
| Whole neck’s full of B’s, want my stash a hundred |
| Got some’ing for you jackers, that’ll blast ya ski mask dummy |
| To the boys that tried to rob me, show me where that spot at |
| I put that on my mama, that’s where you gonna ride at |
| Working the wheel keeping it real, down South we call it trill |
| This one year my dreams fulfilled, no more teams hogging the deal |
| Paying my mills displaying my skills, self defense I had to kill |
| Had the car had the crib, way before had the deal |
| Street credit but popping it still, never been known for popping a pill |
| Dream setters that’s for real, even Nelly got a grill |
| I never sky dived, they say it’s real hard |
| I never climbed a mountain, watch me climb the billboards |
| Can’t go to jail snitches tell, bout every gram you sell |
| Say they love me game is ugly, like Sam Cassell |
| Independent Roger Clemens, better back down trick |
| I heard enough about you kings, let me see if that crown fit |