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Текст песни Da Band - Hold Me Down

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[Babs]Yeah, Brooklyn New York, stay focusedIts ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets first ladyDiddy I see you babyY`all niggaz done met ya matchI`m somthin like a pimp you bust I bust backI game dudes got `em callin me wifeyMy stomach stay flat baby mothers don`t like me, huhChicks this heated then I give `em my ice seeI`m the knockout queen y`all hoes don`t wanna fight meSexy, brown skin complexionConcealed in my purse its a deadly weapon yeahI don`t pay for nothin at allI even get free dutches at the corner storeShot caller dudes stop as soon as I speakBabs Bunny the black jet queen of the week huhI`m fire just what the thugs desireGot a high pitched flow MC MariahWhen I walk down the streets niggaz squeak their tiresGot every club promoter passin me flyersI`m in there V.I.P. a sure nightWith a bottle of haze my weave is so tightI`m ready for some action hands in the airCrystal over here in the club no beerStuntin bad girl I do it for nothinTight dickies shirt with a pop top buttonBabs repeat it I`m something that the rap game neededThorough bread plus I stay weeded[Fred]All I need from you, is your word that when I come to the staiYou gon hold me downCause when you come to M.I.I`m gon hold you downYou know its Freddy p the hit man of the bandY`all know how I`m doing it now, shitI`m in and out them magazines back to the TV showsAttendin business meetings with a 40s and my dirty flowsEverydays an episode all because them episodesJust like rats they wanna know where my cheddar flowsEveryday like valentineHow I keep it rollinNever made a dime from rap…..yetI thank them people no my people don`t believe it thoughSomeone has been leavin those words sayin coldYou think I don`t know you serving cokeCuz you ain`t a dude alive that couldn`t carry their cokeSo it must be them freakin po pos I hopeThey better pray they don`t run up wrongOr your momma gonna be singin that song[Chopper]What you say Freddy P ya heard meIts Lord Chopper City ya heard meYour little brother ya heard meI representin the band ya dig to the deathNew Orleans the third ward magnoliaLet me catch a nigga bootin up ima be like what`s hap niggaI crush bones and ain`t a mothafuckin fat niggaYou know what type of shit I`m on I let the Mack hit yaYou cant box my squad, our left jabs quickaThen any bitch nigga that tries to come against usAll my sistas I promise to make it part of my agenda to get yaYou know what I`m sayin, we see them ninjasHoppin off of them Ducatis choppin you down like timberYou can try to stop me, I will injureShit my killer instincts like cinderI`m a bad boy guerilla making millionaire figuresChopper City bout to dis yaI can paint you a picture[Ness]Hey yo Chopper man I dig you like the fuckin shovel manIts E Ness the enforcer from the band manWe the hottest thing since microwave popcorn dogIts real its about to go down like this ay yoPuffin on sour deezys you know it ain`t illegalAnd I never been to Iraq but packin desert eagles I meanCall me a liar but the fires backBad boy empire is where the fires atI got the Sean John truck with the tires to matchThe whole hood on fire the wires tappedOk this part of the dealBounty huntas all on my heelsLookin for me huh somewhere in the VilleI takes planes trains, automobiles, boatsOverseas passport to brazilSurvival of the fittestNigga I talk it I live itGotta crawl before you walkAny nigga can get it[Dylan]All danceFor the family ya knowElliott ness, me I hold it down til deadBefore dishonor trust what me tell ya Dylan DillingerJoin the family all West Indian, I forLemme see some lighters now,Call youYa me, me in a band which is poor in needYa must see, man a don, nah me no blood clot beShe see me, shot ya eye outYou no see, see, see, seeLittle more me have to wild outWith set she see, seeShe check all of me gunsShe plottin theify theifyMe have a half a pint fa yourAn Eagle eye if she need itCheck the people like some mortars areRule the people with me gunLike Moses rule `em rodBumba clot enough ta move yaAnd them OuijaMan I righteous heartedI go shot up policePull the burn out me trunkyPistol pack the fasseyShots every areaFoes will no like me whyThem new Jordan and new NikeMy glocks come out when its time fa ya basheeAsk dem ya gonna see da band is me familyIf ya disrespect ya fi never feel morning

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