Holdin` Na lyrics

Artist  : U.g.k. 
Song : Holdin` Na



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 f/ C-Note



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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



[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]