Hold Me Down

歌詞

[Intro] If you ridin' with your female acquaintance, explain this one to her girl When you wake up in the mornin' go mail your man some pictures and a 20 dollar money order I gotta tell you somethin' else though [Verse 1:] I remember the days when I used to jack my dick And had to catch a bus, to go check a flick Unless it was one of those nights I stole my sisters car I brought it back on empty, simply didn't give a fuck Be my guest you can call my mom Shes the one who gave me the nickname Teflon [?] Added the don Impressed by the way I kept calm when searched by cops with boy in my palm Shit, I've done see a lot I might crack a smile, but i'll clean your clock I done did it before, matter of fact done it for free If [?] was free, he would of did it for me Guns spittin' for me, Better go get it from me Guess that 10 year sentence wasn't fitted for me But when your released, I got a few gifts for you Half my record label, a quarter mill on the table [Hook:]x2 How many niggas you rode with will hold you down if you go to jail Or put the Benz' up for your bail Yeah, cuz if its fair it war when them riders start runnin' Will they have to start gunnin' [Verse 2:] In God's name, free your pain Sinc he was down, Carol City ain't been the same Seventeen years old, floatin' on gold things The same pain was my nigga [?] He might buy you a sack, and let you blow the whole thing And he might get you some head, won't even know the hoes name God damn, I miss my nigga To be honest I wanna kiss my nigga Hug my nigga, talk to my nigga Kick the prison door in and walk with my nigga I'll stalk your nigga, chalk your nigga If I thought your nigga was a cop oh nigga Working for the cops came in for the talk oh nigga If somebody finna' snitch, stop your nigga If I spot your nigga, I gotta pop your nigga I ain't aiming at his legs but at the top of your head [Hook:]x2 [Verse 3:] Being a black male in America is a charge Pullin' together your family when your brother behind bars Fantasy of nice car, wanna know who we are? All I say to the crackers is "bitch I got a job" No I'm lying, But I'm talking about a - Would of rather, seen em scatter Chit chatter, my pockets fatter Fuck your corporate ladder Bein' intelligent today is a dagger Look em' in the eyes whenever you speak Make em' feel you were that close to gettin' a degree I already want a reason to kick your ass to sleep And they know these employees are far from bein' cheap I was raised in these streets Still one of the coolest cats you could ever meet Besides its only the heat I don't give detectives reasons to fuck with me I'm quiet, on the murder diet I've seen flesh turn from brown to violet Not one word, no need to dial it, hes expired This is no longer desired And last hired, until somone saw it in the streets I'm the nigga [?] [Hook:]x2