Lyrics:
Yeah it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
I'm in the house with my nigga Sauce Money
Memphis Bleek, holdin' it down from the East coast
And from
your Glock burst
They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first
We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by
got goin' on
Elements of chattel slavery that we still holdin' on
Flint and Puerto Rico, y'all need to keep holdin' on
We busy buildin' Space Force, it
tell em
Someone tell em
We got straps .40 holdin down my pants
Fully loaded to the max
Someone tell em Someone tell em Someone tell em
Got something
City, bitch, we on the map
Lil' nigga, big pockets, just to be exact
Lil' nigga, big steppa, (huh)
I roll with Killas in my section, (huh)
In
hoes to let me see it
I found out life's a bitch and a trick, I couldn't be it
Even though we rolling, Man they nuts holdin na
Tell them don't say shit
I've got some big news
The bank finally came through
And I'm holdin' the keys to a brand new Chevrolet
Have you been outside, it sure is a nice
try to boost they sales
We put our pies on the table and our eyes on the label
'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
Call me
I've got some big news
The bank finally came through
And I'm holdin' the keys to a brand new Chevrolet
Have you been outside, it sure is a nice
nigga looking hoe gear in the whole shit
The fo fo's is big and all that ol' shit
Protect the heart of you, both it
You better check ya gun cause you
down, big dogs on the compound
Paybacks on the way around if you got a problem better say it now
I am happy we reunited, here come the rap I am Leonidas
ain't grind it up
Now my people all smiles cause we out the slums
Sayin, "Look at Big Bud ol' sloppy drunk
I remember when he sold tapes out the trunk"
All these problems nigga how to solve em
Got a bunch of folders by the trash that's holdin' lot of thoughts
I'm building this one box I'm in
on by the dogs
And we're still being cuffed like outlaws
Resurrecting the indigenous, black snake killas
We got every other village out here fighting
We'll leave his lil' ass by his trainin' wheels
Tryna hop in this shit, you ain't old enough (uh)
Big brodie, you tweakin' on this bitch (uh)
But
think they need some Prozac
We the hottest thang in the market and you know that
Yo b**ch chose us, and she don't wanna go back
We stackin big faces
hard
That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit, get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by, then you get capped
to you (Talk to you)
Feelin’ down I lay in bed and then I’ll call for you
Fuck holdin’ secrets ‘cause you know them all (Know them all)
We was on top, you
Skin feel good at night
Makin' love in a sleepin' bag
And holdin' me pretty tight
We've spent the days side by side
Right upon the great divide
And look
.40 cal' in my shirt, no karate
Fuck what the opps say, fuck what the cops say
Big Smelly drive, we for E, that's the block way
If you feel a way,
Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left
Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man
With the Grand Canyon rap, you dynamic wingspan
The Power from
While I'm sipping on Remy
In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam
'96 Big body, sitting on chrome
As we head up out the zone, stone-facing is
While I'm sipping on Remy
In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam
'96 Big body, sitting on chrome
As we head up out the zone, stone-facing is
While I'm sipping on Remy
In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam
'96 Big body, sitting on chrome
As we head up out the zone, stone-facing is
Discuss these we holdin by big pokey Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In