Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold Me Down, artist - Noreaga. Album song Melvyn Flynt Da Hustler, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.08.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Hold Me Down |
Yo hold me down nigga |
Yo hold me down nigga |
Just hold me down nigga |
{Fuck a bitch, make ya beef ya wife |
'n these fiend for the cream til they team is tight} |
Yo at Miami, at the Rolex, the strip bar club |
Even at Cocos, the strip bar club |
Sometimes at Medallions, the strip bar club |
Always with dubs, 5 and 10's, cappin battles of Don |
For the crazy, spend my cash |
But you know I never pay for the head and ass |
Were my niggas at? |
gettin lap dances |
Smiles on they face, feel good my niggas be laced |
Used to be on the block, just sellin they rocks |
Now they chillin with me gettin legal knots |
Double L techs, ain’t nigga be Vex |
Rockin ice burn, never too good to wear Guess |
Makin it happen, seein my niggas makin it rappin |
While ya niggas be broke and ya never be laughin |
We on jet ski’s and scooters, private jets |
Don’t you know we still have our ties to the projects |
Every nigga that you talk to, ain’t ya man |
And every nigga that you hang with, ain’t ya fam |
See a snake like a mile away, niggas say I’m weak now |
And I ain’t even hungry |
So listen up, yo this is what I gotta say |
I still hungry yo I eat like twice a day |
But ya can suck my dick like Mart LeMay |
Cool and honest, now a nigga really be arogent |
My nigga Outlaw who used to live up in Faragent |
We got niggas from all around the world |
We even got hoes now, better ask ya girl |
We can drink with weed, I’ll make ya hurl |
Straight twisted, with hydro and how ya be lifted |
I told you to hit it light, before ya hit it |
But you ain’t listen so ya ass is corse |
But you can’t hang with me cuz ya ass is soft |
Aiyo one’s for the money, two’s for the bitches that suck dick |
Three is for pops and shit, Rest in Peace Mambo |
Yo I love you daddy |
Soon as 'Pone came home, yo he cop the Caddie |
Tell Bob My Weave, we doin are thing |
And we got like a whole lotta money to bring |
Do are thing with the bent, plus we grown as men |
Feedin like 15 niggas, that’s next to kin |
Sprung niggas out the hood with us |
Yo when we do shows, we still got the hood with us |
I know you love that, see us on stage, all drunk, with a thug hat |
Mic check, so much henny moet |
That’s BK on the wheels, cuttin up the steels |
The niggas bring gats still, just to keep a rep |
So don’t disrespect, ya won’t see the tech |
Mano-a-mano, probaly see ya niggas tomorrow |