Artist/Band:
TQ
Lyrics for Song: Hold It Down
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - TQ
Headbeat
Vandalz (yeah yeah yeah)
About mine
Y'all know how we do it
Yeah ('bout mine)This is for them soldiers (keep it goin')
All day, everyday (yeah yeah yeah)
I've got so much trouble on my mind
Refuse to lose
I got my windows seedy, county line's still on
Now what the hell is goin' on?
This nigga been around the world and back
And it's a lesson to be learned in that
A lot of paper to be earned in that
But I still couldn't discern the fact
That the life ain't gotta be like that
So hold it down
(Chorus)
(I'ma pop mine)
Gotta be about it, or you'll see about it
(Gonna keep it on)
I ill, I'll be about it
(It's just the beginning)
Yes, I feel G about it
(Who could be with me?)
Wouldn't be without it
When I think about it, who gon' be down?
(Who will be down?)
When I was young in my neighbourhood
I sold straps cos the pay was good
Guess u understand me nigga
When the demands get bigga
Always something wrong with the picture
ThatÂ’s when it hits ya Seventeen years old, ain't no need to be rollin'
In a big body Benz that's stolen
All my knuckleheads holla if ya hear me now
The grind is somethin' that you gotta stay real about
I doubt I'd change a thing about my life, except these haters
I'd take 'em baby, two at a time, with lefts and rights
And won't get tired 'til we all ball, causin' a riot
Can't even see no peace and quiet
So I decided misery I'll deal with myself
Ain't no need for me to be involved with nobody else
I'll chase my wealth across these continents
Why these fake mothafuckas wanna get with this?
Bitch nigga, be 'bout it
(Chorus - 3x)
(Rap by Vandalz)
Now who be lettin' them heads loose, aimin' off the roof
It's the new millennium and I still ain't feelin' 'em
I'm Y2-AK, ready, hands steady
Shame on you niggas, how we came on you niggas
Shoulda pulled the heat out and flamed all you niggas
To the clique I'm dedicated, 'bout, blunted and faded
Bitch please
Ask a nigga, squeeze the young G
Situation turned drastic, I'm pullin' out plastic
So bring the beat cuz I'm a bastard
Barely breathing, but leave the body in plastic
Blaze the broccoli on the roof of murderin' street
Psychotic, leave the mic, it's idiotic
Bring ya heat if you 'bout it
Watch 'em inhale butane and spit hot flames
Thug, so I'm stayin' heated
But fuck the trouble that it's caused
We part insane, mentally
With a urge to splurge a piece of my poison
To innocent citizens
Violent militants, check the currency on my pistol for them
Decided we out
(Chorus)
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Gotta be about it, or you'll see about it
I ill, I'll be about it
Yes, I feel G about it
Wouldn't be without it
When I think about it, who gon' be down?
Gotta be about it, or you'll see about it
I ill, I'll be about it
Yes, I feel G about it
Wouldn't be without it
When I think about holding it down
Holding it down
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