Текст песни The Wreckshop Family f Mike Jones - Holl Up
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[Hook]Hol` up (hol` up), we on Robatus`We up in the lane, 22`s on buckTexas wreckless, iced out necklaceThis is how we do it now, who`s got plex[A3]Boom who am I, I`m the TankerEveryday all day, gotta keep it gangstaDown in the Dirty 3rd, where the boys play yaJumped out the wide body, to the NavigatorJust got the Escalade stretched, making million dollar betsEddy got my candy looking, dripping-dripping wetI ain`t tripping, never caught slippingIn the fo-do` lane switching, yeah I`m dippingHop and I`m skipping, yellow broad pimpingJumped out starched jeans, J`s and I`m limpingFlossing in Austin, Dallas, LaffeyetteATL, Arkansas, Mississippi keep Screw up in they deck[Hook - 2x][Mike Jones]I got 22`s and up, on my car and truckEven though I`m behind tint, you still see my princess cutsBecause I hit the block and I grind daily, that`s why I`ve been shining latelyNo time to wine baby, if you wanna shine baby22`s when I roll up, big dollar signs I`ma fold upThat real drank I`ma po` up, in seven months I blowed upWreckshop-Swishahouse, when we talk close your mouthMajor without a major deal, we the hottest in the SouthIf it ain`t purple stuff, don`t put it in my cupWhen "Who Is Mike Jones" drop, I`ma sew the game upNo time to play around, I hit the lab and I lay it downI open mouth platinum smile, cause I got the platinum sound[Big Moe]I`m fly like an eagle, eagleFlossing down when burning mayn, wood grain be sturning maynI`m a G like that you know, a nigga named Big MoeI`m crawling down slow, I`m down on tippie-toeRolling down on big car, I`m sipping on big barI`m thinking manage-tois, Moe-Yo thinking going farIn this rap game mayn, smoking on Mary JaneTalking down mayn, I`m for my name maynI`m that nigga Big M-O-E, from the hood yeah 1-2-3I`m letting you know you can`t talk down, ain`t no plex with meI`m balling mayn, chop-chop when I`m crawling maynNever nigga be stalling mayn, Moe-Yo I be crawling mayn[Hook][D-Gotti]Sitting fly like the Mag-wood, wheeling my LacThe hood feeling the G-shit, Gotti spit up on tracksCause uh, just the other day I slung right up a payCause see what gutter gain, now I`m `bout to run the gameThrowed delay you holding grey, I`ma po` the drank boys know the nameD-Gotti one in the big old body, with the big old shotty just ain`t gon change18`s on bang, beam on breaks on the Bulo`If it ain`t do-do, you could shove it up your culoKicking it like Judo, Kool-Aid`ing in the hoodJacob ticking ice glistening, you hating we goodAnd I wish a nigga would, look like he wanna take some`ingKeep the tool for them crooks, a gangsta gotta pack some`ingLac bumping head black woman, with meI`m sipping she sipping, we tipsy she finishedAnd I do it how it`s pose to go, you know usIf you can`t relate then, hoooool` up[Hook]