Holdin' It Down Lyrics
| Song | Holdin' It Down |
| Artist | Big L |
| Artist | AG |
| Artist | Miss Jones |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | The Big Picture |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Banes, Coleman, Darton, Jones ... | |
| f/ A.G., Miss Jones, Stan Spit | |
| [Big L] | |
| Yea yeah, Flamboyant Entertainment (no doubt) | |
| Yo, y'all 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, I'm 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 I'm thinkin - which chick number I could dial out | |
| Cause it's L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real | |
| I got more dimes than that Sprint lady | |
| And that's ill, playa haters be givin me harsh looks | |
| but I'm tryin to sell records like Garth Brooks | |
| So eff 'em all, when it's cold I throw the skelly on | |
| Illegal chips keep my celly on | |
| Mega-ice is what I'm heavy on | |
| If it ain't Cristal boo, I guess it's Perignon | |
| If the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly on | |
| Yo try to tax and watch the nine mill burst | |
| I've 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 rap's most livest cat | |
| I'm 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 wouldn't 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? ('It's 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? ('It's so amazin'!') | |
| [Stan Spit] | |
| Stan Spit, yo, uh | |
| Yo what the hell y'all can tell Spit? Not shit | |
| I did a flick and bounced on L's shit | |
| Well shit, expect me to go platinum | |
| That's the only reason why I'm rappin | |
| And since L passed, niggaz expect me to make it happen | |
| with no release date, I sell in each state | |
| I'm the type to drive to Philly, for a cheesesteak | |
| So what I'm a Harlem king, doin my thing | |
| My name ring - chains and dames what the fame bring | |
| After platinum it's the same thing | |
| And niggaz'll never learn | |
| til I pull the steel and make they lover burn | |
| You don't get another turn, game's over | |
| Here's my flamethrower | |
| Rearrange your Rover, Harlem soldier | |
| Wait til I get older - and we won't stop | |
| I thought Mase told ya | |
| Nigga Stan he do what he gotta | |
| And these haters can't do me nada | |
| Be in Nevada, with a lot of enchilada | |
| Chorus | |
| [A.G.] | |
| Yo, yo move the ****, A bring the heat, when I touch tracks | |
| These niggaz beef then wanna chill? **** 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, it's 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 | |
| y'all the ill written, still ****in like Bill Clinton | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| [A.G.] Big L.. |
| zuo qu : Banes, Coleman, Darton, Jones ... | |
| f A. G., Miss Jones, Stan Spit | |
| Big L | |
| Yea yeah, Flamboyant Entertainment no doubt | |
| Yo, y' all 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, I' m 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 I' m thinkin which chick number I could dial out | |
| Cause it' s L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real | |
| I got more dimes than that Sprint lady | |
| And that' s ill, playa haters be givin me harsh looks | |
| but I' m tryin to sell records like Garth Brooks | |
| So eff ' em all, when it' s cold I throw the skelly on | |
| Illegal chips keep my celly on | |
| Megaice is what I' m heavy on | |
| If it ain' t Cristal boo, I guess it' s Perignon | |
| If the nana' s too tight, I throw some jelly on | |
| Yo try to tax and watch the nine mill burst | |
| I' ve 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 rap' s most livest cat | |
| I' m gettin stacks while you askin people, | |
| ' Do you want fries with that?' | |
| I rob bags in the staircase, no mask, barefaced | |
| The one police wouldn' t 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? ' It' s 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? ' It' s so amazin'!' | |
| Stan Spit | |
| Stan Spit, yo, uh | |
| Yo what the hell y' all can tell Spit? Not shit | |
| I did a flick and bounced on L' s shit | |
| Well shit, expect me to go platinum | |
| That' s the only reason why I' m rappin | |
| And since L passed, niggaz expect me to make it happen | |
| with no release date, I sell in each state | |
| I' m the type to drive to Philly, for a cheesesteak | |
| So what I' m a Harlem king, doin my thing | |
| My name ring chains and dames what the fame bring | |
| After platinum it' s the same thing | |
| And niggaz' ll never learn | |
| til I pull the steel and make they lover burn | |
| You don' t get another turn, game' s over | |
| Here' s my flamethrower | |
| Rearrange your Rover, Harlem soldier | |
| Wait til I get older and we won' t stop | |
| I thought Mase told ya | |
| Nigga Stan he do what he gotta | |
| And these haters can' t do me nada | |
| Be in Nevada, with a lot of enchilada | |
| Chorus | |
| A. G. | |
| Yo, yo move the , A bring the heat, when I touch tracks | |
| These niggaz beef then wanna chill? 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, it' s 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 | |
| y' all the ill written, still in like Bill Clinton | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| A. G. Big L.. |
| zuò qǔ : Banes, Coleman, Darton, Jones ... | |
| f A. G., Miss Jones, Stan Spit | |
| Big L | |
| Yea yeah, Flamboyant Entertainment no doubt | |
| Yo, y' all 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, I' m 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 I' m thinkin which chick number I could dial out | |
| Cause it' s L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real | |
| I got more dimes than that Sprint lady | |
| And that' s ill, playa haters be givin me harsh looks | |
| but I' m tryin to sell records like Garth Brooks | |
| So eff ' em all, when it' s cold I throw the skelly on | |
| Illegal chips keep my celly on | |
| Megaice is what I' m heavy on | |
| If it ain' t Cristal boo, I guess it' s Perignon | |
| If the nana' s too tight, I throw some jelly on | |
| Yo try to tax and watch the nine mill burst | |
| I' ve 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 rap' s most livest cat | |
| I' m gettin stacks while you askin people, | |
| ' Do you want fries with that?' | |
| I rob bags in the staircase, no mask, barefaced | |
| The one police wouldn' t 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? ' It' s 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? ' It' s so amazin'!' | |
| Stan Spit | |
| Stan Spit, yo, uh | |
| Yo what the hell y' all can tell Spit? Not shit | |
| I did a flick and bounced on L' s shit | |
| Well shit, expect me to go platinum | |
| That' s the only reason why I' m rappin | |
| And since L passed, niggaz expect me to make it happen | |
| with no release date, I sell in each state | |
| I' m the type to drive to Philly, for a cheesesteak | |
| So what I' m a Harlem king, doin my thing | |
| My name ring chains and dames what the fame bring | |
| After platinum it' s the same thing | |
| And niggaz' ll never learn | |
| til I pull the steel and make they lover burn | |
| You don' t get another turn, game' s over | |
| Here' s my flamethrower | |
| Rearrange your Rover, Harlem soldier | |
| Wait til I get older and we won' t stop | |
| I thought Mase told ya | |
| Nigga Stan he do what he gotta | |
| And these haters can' t do me nada | |
| Be in Nevada, with a lot of enchilada | |
| Chorus | |
| A. G. | |
| Yo, yo move the , A bring the heat, when I touch tracks | |
| These niggaz beef then wanna chill? 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, it' s 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 | |
| y' all the ill written, still in like Bill Clinton | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| A. G. Big L.. |
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