Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold Dis Blaow!, artist - Redman. Album song Red Gone Wild, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Hold Dis Blaow! |
Yo, I’m hot, global warming ridin' on two-six |
I ain’t thug nigga I don’t, bullet-proof shit |
Gilla nigga, and we abide by the blueprint |
We ain’t all loud, holla and whoopin' |
Blah blah blah, a whole lot of nuttin |
You know the loud ones, they do a whole lot of duckin |
I stay on the grind, my hustle real heavy |
And even for that cake I’ll fuck Lil' Debbie |
Soldier boy, murder land’s like Baltimore |
Roll on stage, more deeper than a Commodore |
Get shut down! |
Yeah, knock your mans off |
Wouldn’t trade places if you or Randolph |
Shorty shorty, give me that body |
Start a riot 'til security on the walkie |
Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin |
Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get it or fo’get it! |
You could hold dis BLAOW! |
Real street (real street) |
Real street niggas ain’t havin that shit |
You could hold dis BLAOW! |
Real street (real street) |
Real street niggas ain’t havin that shit |
You could hold dis BLAOW! |
Real street (real street) |
Real street niggas ain’t havin that shit |
You could hold dis BLAOW! |
And niggas is, nig' |
And niggas is gettin smoked G, believe me |
You could hold dis BLAOW! |
Gilla House foundation (yeah) |
Gilla House foundation (aww yeah) |
Gilla House foundation (thorough niggas — no, NO!) |
Gilla House foundation (monkey niggas) |
Yo, Gilla nigga, era, fuck you, pay me |
Boogie Down like Bronx, high at the skate key |
It’s like Janet, «What Have You Done for Me, Lately?» |
Nuttin, I blew up, you try to inflate me |
Dawg, in my dutch, a whole lot of bud |
End up in Jersey now, a whole lot of blood |
So when you get here show a whole lot of love |
Or leave shot up, robbed and thrown out a truck |
I don’t condone, I got kids to relate to |
«Redman Gone Wild» — hear the new debut |
Fox 5 a nigga, boy that’s great news |
Now I’m back in the, hood like Grey Goose |
Who gon' stop me? |
I’m razor sharp |
With Gilla niggas frontline, and Jay the boss |
Y’all chicken ass niggas blood made of broth |
But I’m barbershop talk, L.A. and New York |
So all you West Coast niggas, get that money |
Cause these Brick City dudes get that money |
It’s gonna be, one pussy that’ll act funny |
(«Yo I’m gon' get this nigga, leave the Cadillac runnin») |
Yo, Uptown got haze, Miami got crippy |
I’m fucked up, I slipped my own self a mickie |
Doin dirty, I’m triple-X/"XXX" like Vin Dies' |
Who you know can, pump weed out of Wendy’s |
Shorty shorty, give me that body |
Start a riot 'til security on the walkie |
Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin |
Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get it or fo’get it! |
w/ ad libs |
Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla |
Yeah, Gilla niggas |
(Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla) |
Thorough niggas |
Monkey niggas |