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Текст (слова) песни: Tq - Hold It Down



F/ vandalz

[tq - intro]

Kb, vandalz (yeah yeah yeah)

bout mine

Yall know how we do it

Yeah (bout mine)

This is for them soldiers (keep it goin)

All day, everyday (yeah yeah yeah)

[tq]

Ive got so much trouble on my mind

Refuse to lose

I got my windows seedy, county lines still on

Now what the hell is goin on?

This nigga been around the world and back

And its a lesson to be learned in that

A lot of paper to be earned in that

But I still couldnt discern the fact

That the life aint gotta be like that

So hold it down

1 - [tq]

(ima pop mine)

Gotta be about it, or youll see about it

(gonna keep it on)

I ill, Ill be about it

Yes, I feel g about it

(who could be with me? )

Wouldnt be without it

When I think about it, who gon be down?

(who will be down? )

Gotta feel g about it, or youll see about it

(dont get no more)

Yes, I feel g about it

Where would I be without it?

(Im sick of all you haters when Im comin round)

When I think about holdin it down

(gotta hold it down)

[tq]

Oh, when I was young in my neighborhood

I sold straps cuz the papers good

(so my bitch should understand me nigga)

We let them ends get bigger

Its always somethin wrong with the picture

Thats when it hits ya

Seventeen years old, aint no need to be rollin

In a big body benz thats stolen

All my knuckleheads holla if ya hear me now

The grind is somethin that you gotta stay real about

I doubt Id change a thing about my life, except these haters

Id take em baby, two at a time, with lefts and rights

And wont get tired til we all ball, causin a riot

Cant even see no peace and quiet

So I decided misery Ill deal with myself

Aint no need for me to be involved with nobody else

Ill chase my wealth across these continents

Why these fake mothafuckas wanna get with this?

Bitch nigga, be bout it

Repeat 1

Repeat 1

[vandalz]

Now who be lettin them heads loose, aimin off the roof

Its the new millennium and I still aint feelin em

Im y2-ak, ready, hands steady

Shame on you niggas, how we came on you niggas

Shoulda pulled the heat out and flamed all you niggas

To the clique Im dedicated, bout, blunted and faded

Bitch please

Ask a nigga, squeeze the young g

Situation turned drastic, Im pullin out plastic

So bring the beat cuz Im a bastard

Barely breathing, but leave the body in plastic

Blaze the broccoli on the roof of murderin street

Psychotic, leave the mic, its idiotic

Bring ya heat if you bout it

Watch em inhale butane and spit hot flames

Thug, so Im stayin heated

But fuck the trouble that its caused

We part insane, mentally

With a urge to splurge a piece of my poison

To innocent citizens

Violent millitants, check the currency on my pistol for them

Decided we out

Repeat 1 to fade

 

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