Текст, перевод и аккорды “Holdin' It Down”
- F/ a.g., miss jones, stan spit [big l] Yea yeah, flamboyant entertainment (no doubt) Yo, yall fellas like to stress them chicks Impress them chicks, spend money to dress them chicks I sex them chicks and send them home Corleone is known to be stoned When I bone, Im rubbered up in case that shit full blown The other night around 8 p.m. Pockets crazy slim, jumped out the gray bm Went to the atm, took a thou out Then later on I had to wild out In the club, knock some coward and his pal out Then afterwards went to the restroom, pissed cristal out Now Im thinkin - which chick number I could dial out Cause its l, the harlem pimp baby, for real I got more dimes than that sprint lady And thats ill, playa haters be givin me harsh looks But Im tryin to sell records like garth brooks So eff em all, when its cold I throw the skelly on Illegal chips keep my celly on Mega-ice is what Im heavy on If it aint cristal boo, I guess its perignon If the na-nas too tight, I throw some jelly on Yo try to tax and watch the nine mill burst Ive been off the scene over three years And cats is still thirst - to hear big l drop an ill verse So all you unsigned cats that want to battle; Get a deal first - I sport the bulletproof, fitted hat That attitude - you better get rid of that Wherever you floss is where you gon get it at What? I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel Makin figures while you broke cats keepin it real L is raps most livest cat Im gettin stacks while you askin people, do you want fries with that? I rob bags in the staircase, no mask, bare-faced The one police wouldnt dare chase Keep my gear laced - do I walk around without papes? no way pal Wword up - my money longer than the oj trial Chorus: miss jones Harlem world keep holdin it down, for big l Nigga long overdue - niggaz wanna know, Do you still got it got it? (its so amazin!) Yeah yeah yeah.. harlem world keep holdin it down, for big l Nigga long overdue - niggaz wanna know, Do you still got it got it? (its so amazin!) [stan spit] Stan spit, yo, uh Yo what the hell yall can tell spit? not shit I did a flick and bounced on ls shit Well shit, expect me to go platinum Thats the only reason why Im rappin And since l passed, niggaz expect me to make it happen With no release date, I sell in each state Im the type to drive to philly, for a cheesesteak So what Im a harlem king, doin my thing My name ring - chains and dames what the fame bring After platinum its the same thing And niggazll never learn Til I pull the steel and make they lover burn You dont get another turn, games over Heres my flamethrower Rearrange your rover, harlem soldier Wait til I get older - and we wont stop I thought mase told ya Nigga stan he do what he gotta And these haters cant do me nada Be in nevada, with a lot of enchilada Chorus [a.g.] Yo, yo move the fuck, a bring the heat, when I touch tracks These niggaz beef then wanna chill? fuck that These rap niggaz with the mills, we deduct that I asked all my ghetto cats, where my love at Now where the brews, and the drugs at? Corrupt cats kept slug hats Asked the feds where the bugs at Puff with the dread, cause I puff black High, til I die, and you can trust that All I wanna know - is the club packed? I see the haters sweatin shorty, but I dug that She put my nutsac, back where her lungs at - little hoe And them niggaz who owe, give up that Huh, its me and corle, like eddie and ot Go head and provoke me Heard you rap, wanna rhyme? better be dope b Still diggin, still livin, still givin Yall the ill written, still fuckin like bill clinton Chorus 2x [a.g.] big l..
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