Hold It Down
(专辑: Da Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze - 2001)
[talking] Southsive for live, we balling in the
mix It's going down H-Town for real, pull it out Let em know, we bout to steal the
show Pull up on 4's, kick down the
do, what [Chorus: Z-Ro] Cause I'ma hold it down, and represent H-Town They said we wouldn't make it, swore it wasn't going down But I'ma show em now, that we about to clown Regulate for Texas state, baby I'ma hold it down yay-yay [Lil' O] Hey I'm young dumb full of cum, icy and numb Block bleeder balla, pass the
great pupon My dress code stay thoed, they be like where you from I
tell em Third Coast Texas race, Houston And I
stop the
piece, when my glocks release Catch me on the
Southwest, moving flocks of geese Talking down on my city, you'll get rocked to sleep Cause I
keep a
AK, ready to chop the
streets And I
don't need no friends, but I
need those ends I'm trying to get the
six double zero Benz You try to stop that, it'll be your end We bar none boys, we don't see no men And we fear no coward, get money and the
power Reign in the
states, with the
flakes and the
flower Hit clubs on Dubs, standing out like a
tower Hop out in bitches shoes, leaving niggas sour, what [Chorus: Z-Ro] [BFK] I'm a
habitual hard knocker, and a
menace as well Blood thirsty like rotweilers, in the
kitchen with scales Chickens and mail, got us dodging prison and jail Slipping your nail, my niggas off of timid and frail Like toxic, come up with smells my aroma is stronger Man water corona, stop on cobonas We know the
ray corners, like we the
F-E-D's Best believe when we squeeze, niggas chests gon bleed Yes indeed, no doubt we bout to rest emcees Baller naming as the
greatest, full breaded pedigree Lifestyle and profile, living big celebrity Never push inside my pride or, integrity My people deep as a
river, bring it on we can rumble Turning cowards over like fumbles, or my homies the
jungle Street smart and lion hearted, what I
started I
finish We provoke it and cause commotion, by the
time we done hit it [Chorus: Z-Ro] [BFK] I'ma compose when paper fold, and my attitude's cocky And dodging and breaking bones pockets, leaving your posse Sluggish and sloppy, smoking like a
broken solloppe I
shake fades and break bread, while I'm blowing on broccoli My block bleeding blood hounds, stay down like flat tires Convicted and pass bond, we glisten like selfox Paper rock path find, ain't no sleeping's the
motto Dehydrated for our dollas, kottenmouth and can't swallow We Dirty Third desperadoes, dumping ashes on bitches Mashing on snitches, and pussy glasses matching my bridges Slagging and slipping, never in my macking and pimping I
game spit your main bitch, never shackle a
pigeon My teeth glisten while they greeting, when I'm bending in women I'm spinning that pimping, gangsta limping, off of vision and gripping Adrenaline dripping when I'm pumping, with a
passion for stacking Stanking like walts I
catch em, ?charlie hustle in mansions? [Chorus: Z-Ro] [Z-Ro: in background] Yay-ay [x13] [talking] Dedicated to the
streets of H-Town Texas The
whole Dirty Third, everybody that held a
playa down When it wasn't going down, you know I'm saying Much love from the
Fat Rat With The
Cheeze, Lil' O
BFK, Z-Ro, 89 hundred brat