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Текст (слова) песни: U.G.K. f C-Note - Holdin` Na

[Verse One: Pimp C]
Going down,say bitch, tell me what you think about me?
I keep a bad yellow hammer bitch cooking G`s
And I got a candy `84 on 3`s
And I keep these R&B bitches on they knees
I pimp so hard I was fucking up the game
Nigga, you`re a lame you ain`t holding like Sweet James
They (??) on my phone, call me Sir Jones
Make a lot a money, so I keep the chrome
20`s on the car, keep a pint of bar
Gripping on the wood, playing above the law
Hustlas, ballers, selling boys cane
Fuck y`all pussy niggas too, it`s whatever y`all wanna do....do

[Chorus: Bun B]
Dollars, we foldin` na, slab, we rollin` na, bitches we controllin` na
Man, I`m Holdin na (Repeat 4x)

[Verse Two: Bun B]
Man, I break the scene, way before I became a teen
Crushing boys on the boulevard from summer to spring
Music orientated, so when the rap game originated
I beat it like puzzle pieces, niggas could fade it
I made it to levels that other players only dream
Brought heat to the scene, make the on me cream
And my money went from green to poppin` chrome
Plus I Got my self a yellow jazzy (????) to bone
Got the home and the cars, got the plaques and the stacks
But mane back in the days, it wasn`t nothing like that
Shit, I remember when at first they wasn`t really with it
But they damn near shitted on themselves when we did it `cause we holdin` na

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: C-Note]
I`m holdin` na, big Benz looking swollen na
Because we young, they probably thinking that we stole it na
My papers` foldin` na, cigars, we be rolling na
And it`s the whole third coast and we control it na
Down south we sippin` nothin` but bar
Four TV`s in my cars, I`m a ghetto star
Chromin` blades on escaldes and parking lot pimpin`
We got these broads steady trippin` cause it platinum we shippin`
From Clover Land to PA (Port Arson) It be on for life
And if you fucking with them boys, you might lose your life
Niggas runnin` in your crib, you might lose your wife
And if we (???) at the light you might lose your ice
It`s the C the N to the O-T-E
And you can crown me like a king, like my niggas UG
I put it down for (???) and that SUC
We hit the spots on all the blocks, we keep it H-O-T nigga we holdin` na

[Chorus]

 

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