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Noreaga - Hold Me Down lyrics
Chorus 2X: Noreaga {Final Chapter Yo hold me down nigga {scared face to face with life Yo hold me down nigga {trying to eat in these streets is trife Just hold me down nigga {Fuck a bitch, make ya beef ya wife, 'n these fiend for the cream til they team is tight {Noreaga Yo at Miami, at the Rolex, the strip bar club Even at Cocos, the strip bar club Sometimes at Medallions, the strip bar club Always with dubs, 5 and 10's, cappin battles of Don For the crazy, spend my cash But you know I never pay for the head and ass Were my niggas at? gettin lap dances Smiles on they face, feel good my niggas be laced Used to be on the block, just sellin they rocks Now they chillin with me gettin legal knots Double L techs, ain't nigga be Vex Rockin ice burn, never too good to wear Guess Makin it happen, seein my niggas makin it rappin While ya niggas be broke and ya never be laughin We on jet ski's and scooters, private jets Don't you know we still have our ties to the projects Chorus 2X {Noreaga Every nigga that you talk to, ain't ya man And every nigga that you hang with, ain't ya fam See a snake like a mile away, niggas say I'm weak now And I ain't even hungry So listen up, yo this is what I gotta say I still hungry yo I eat like twice a day But ya can suck my dick like Mart LeMay Cool and honest, now a nigga really be arogent My nigga Outlaw who used to live up in Faragent We got niggas from all around the world We even got hoes now, better ask ya girl We can drink with weed, I'll make ya hurl Straight twisted, with hydro and how ya be lifted I told you to hit it light, before ya hit it But you ain't listen so ya ass is corse But you can't hang with me cuz ya ass is soft Chorus 2X {Noreaga Aiyo one's for the money, two's for the bitches that suck dick Three is for pops and shit, Rest in Peace Mambo Yo I love you daddy Soon as 'Pone came home, yo he cop the Caddie Tell Bob My Weave, we doin are thing And we got like a whole lotta money to bring Do are thing with the bent, plus we grown as men Feedin like 15 niggas, that's next to kin Sprung niggas out the hood with us Yo when we do shows, we still got the hood with us I know you love that, see us on stage, all drunk, with a thug hat Mic check, so much henny moet That's BK on the wheels, cuttin up the steels The niggas bring gats still, just to keep a rep So don't disrespect, ya won't see the tech Mano-a-mano, probaly see ya niggas tomorrow Chorus 3X |
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