Holdin' it Down lyrics

Artist  : Big L F/ A.G., Miss Jones, Stan Spit 
Song : Holdin' it Down
 

[Big L]

 Yea yeah, Flamboyant Entertainment (no doubt)

 

 Yo, y'all fellas like to stress them chicks

 Impress them chicks, spend money to dress them
chicks

 I sex them chicks and send them home

 Corleone is known to be stoned

 When I bone, I'm rubbered up in case that shit
full blown

 The other night around 8 P.M.

 Pockets crazy slim, jumped out the gray BM

 Went to the ATM, took a thou' out

 then later on I had to wild out

 In the club, knock some coward and his pal
out

 Then afterwards went to the restroom, pissed
Cristal out

 Now I'm thinkin - which chick number I could
dial out

 Cause it's L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real

 I got more dimes than that Sprint lady

 And that's ill, playa haters be givin me harsh
looks

 but I'm tryin to sell records like Garth
Brooks

 So eff 'em all, when it's cold I throw the
skelly on

 Illegal chips keep my celly on

 Mega-ice is what I'm heavy on

 If it ain't Cristal boo, I guess it's
Perignon

 If the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly
on

 Yo try to tax and watch the nine mill burst

 I've been off the scene over three years

 and cats is still thirst - to hear Big L drop an
ill verse

 So all you unsigned cats that want to battle;

 get a deal first - I sport the bulletproof,
fitted hat

 That attitude - you better get rid of that

 Wherever you floss is where you gon' get it
at

 What?  I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my
steel

 Makin figures while you broke cats keepin it
real

 L is rap's most livest cat

 I'm gettin stacks while you askin people,

 "Do you want fries with that?"

 I rob bags in the staircase, no mask,
bare-faced

 The one police wouldn't dare chase

 Keep my gear laced - do I walk around without
papes? No way pal

 Wword up - my money longer than the OJ trial

 

 Chorus: Miss Jones

 

 Harlem world keep holdin it down, for Big L

 Nigga long overdue - niggaz wanna know, 

 do you still got it got it?  ("It's so
amazin'!")

 Yeah yeah yeah.. Harlem world keep holdin it
down, for Big L

 Nigga long overdue - niggaz wanna know, 

 do you still got it got it?  ("It's so
amazin'!")

 

 [Stan Spit]

 Stan Spit, yo, uh

 Yo what the hell y'all can tell Spit?  Not
shit

 I did a flick and bounced on L's shit

 Well shit, expect me to go platinum

 That's the only reason why I'm rappin

 And since L passed, niggaz expect me to make it
happen

 with no release date, I sell in each state

 I'm the type to drive to Philly, for a
cheesesteak

 So what I'm a Harlem king, doin my thing

 My name ring - chains and dames what the fame
bring

 After platinum it's the same thing

 And niggaz'll never learn

 til I pull the steel and make they lover burn

 You don't get another turn, game's over

 Here's my flamethrower

 Rearrange your Rover, Harlem soldier

 Wait til I get older - and we won't stop

 I thought Mase told ya

 Nigga Stan he do what he gotta

 And these haters can't do me nada

 Be in Nevada, with a lot of enchilada

 

 Chorus

 

 [A.G.]

 Yo, yo move the fuck, A bring the heat, when I
touch tracks

 These niggaz beef then wanna chill?  Fuck
that

 These rap niggaz with the mills, we deduct
that

 I asked all my ghetto cats, where my love at

 Now where the brews, and the drugs at?

 Corrupt cats kept slug hats

 Asked the feds where the bugs at

 Puff with the dread, cause I puff black

 High, til I die, and you can trust that

 All I wanna know - is the club packed?

 I see the haters sweatin shorty, but I dug
that

 She put my nutsac, back where her lungs at -
little hoe

 And them niggaz who owe, give up that

 Huh, it's me and Corle', like Eddie and OT

 Go 'head and provoke me

 Heard you rap, wanna rhyme?  Better be dope B

 Still "Diggin", still livin, still givin

 y'all the ill written, still fuckin like Bill
Clinton

 

 Chorus 2X

 

 [A.G.] Big L..