Holdin' Na

UGK

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    [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

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    [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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    Composición: C-Note

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