Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hold the Drums , by - Royce 5'9. Release date: 01.12.2016
Song language: English
Hold the Drums |
| Kush God, Pete Rock, in your earlobes |
| Had the babyface flow now I let the beard grow |
| Lil' niggas pointing in the streets like, «There he go» |
| Mama had me rockin' bucket hats when I was a year old |
| Yeah though RFC or Dikembe |
| Me I get the rent paid, el presidente |
| Chief executive officer, sensei |
| Fuck the petty shit, fam, got no time to engage |
| On this shit I’m like MJ nigga |
| Your mink’s rented, mine’s got my name engraved in 'em |
| Come on man, what we talkin' 'bout jeans? |
| You spend all that bread to break her in |
| And I come fuck her for free |
| Fuckin' with me, sucka emcees stay stuck in your seat |
| My homie, trim trees and keep me on repeat |
| I told him roll a thumb |
| Pete this sample so ill that you can hold the drums |
| Hold the drums |
| This shit so ill that you can hold the drums |
| Hold the drums |
| This shit so ill that you can hold the drums |
| Hold the drums |
| This shit so ill that you can hold the drums |
| Hold the drums |
| This shit so ill that you can hold the drums |
| On second thought, give 'em no air keep 'em neckin' off |
| Flying through the building like a wrecking ball |
| Whose next, who’s not? |
| Who shelf, who drop? |
| Did a five city tour, came home, new drop |
| Top of the food chain ox it’s therapy |
| O.G. |
| lit, meet Hennessy |
| Feed all my niggas some chicks, good energy |
| They chasing a hit, me I’m chasing the legacy |
| And I ain’t talking about the crown, clown |
| I’m talking fifty years from now clown, kids' kids crowd out |
| Inspire the mind of the future, make no mind a maneuver |
| Stay bossed up and not new to this real |
| Everyday we throw rocks at the pen tryna make us some ends |
| But the street game designed for us never to win |
| So they can hold them crumbs |
| Pete this sample is so ill that you can hold the drums |
| Hold the drums |
| This shit so ill that you can hold the drums |
| Hold the drums |
| This shit so ill that you can hold the drums |
| Hold the drums |
| This shit so ill that you can hold the drums |
| Hold the drums |
| This shit so ill that you can hold the drums |
| Uh, my dude, this Pete Rock groove |
| I got TEC-9 Tourette’s; |
| call me Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf |
| I toss death down your steps, my nigga I’ll get rid of you pricks |
| Answer the man, this right here could get biblical quick |
| By this lyrical originator |
| My kids is so spoiled from keeping them in the illest flavors |
| I should keep 'em in the refrigerator |
| I got bitches’ll bust at your wig |
| I got digits and all my competition’s looking up at the jig |
| My attitude is cash rules and to each his own |
| Mac shooters dispatched to ya through speaker phones |
| Act foolish then bad news is gon' beat you home |
| We was at risk as teens, too stressed to have a full hairline |
| So I might a Memphis Bleek or LL Cool J hat fished your queen |
| Every breath I breathe is fresh that’s Listerine |
| The more that I get over the more of something to over come |
| So I’m gun-totin', I’ll hold the pump and I hold the drums |
| Hold the drums |
| PR please hold the drums |
| My nigga hold the drums |
| This right here is so ill you should hold the drums |
| Hold the drums |
| Hold the drums |
| My nigga hold the drums |
| This right here is so ill you should hold the drums |