(feat. Will-Lean, Lil' 3rd, Big T) 



[Hook: Big T] 

Hold it down, hold it down 

We gon hold it down, we gon hold it dooooo-own 

Hold it down, hold it down 

We gon hold it down, the South gon hold it dooooo-own 



[C-Note] 

I'ma hold this shit down, till you come back home 

As soon as you touch down, you'll be sitting on chrome 

Come through in some'ing new, with them bubble eyes 

Cause you know you kept it true, all through the night 

I'ma take care of lil' one, like one of my own 

Tell her daddy may be gone, but it ain't for long 

That's why I made this song, for all my boys that be holding 

Come through with the bang, knocking off side molding 

That's just the way that we rolling, in nothing but Benzes and Lac's 

And if I had to sell crack, you down to watch my back 

I'm going stack for stack, and going blow for blow 

Pull up and pop the trunk, and let the neon glow 



[Hook] 



[C-Note] 

I'ma hold it down for Gator, and the rest of my cats 

Rest in peace Mafio, D.A. Toast and Pat 

Although we living ghetto dreams, I wish I had you back 

I know I'm all about my green, but I'd give up my stacks 

I done traveled the world, with diamonds and girls 

And I done seen how they act, when they sniffing that ferl 

To all my homies in the world, feeling broke and fed up 

I got four words for ya, that's keep ya head up 

Cause one of these days, they gon have to learn 

That each and every balla, got's his turn 

And every city every ghetto, take a look and you'll find us 

Man hold that weed down, cause the laws behind us 



[Hook] 



[Lil' 3rd] 

I'm gon hold it down, big Bentley I'm rolling now 

My paper stacks, stay swollen now 

This light green, that I'm blowing on 

3rd the Leprechaun, my finger frozen huh 

20 inch Lorenzo's, what I'm rolling on 

On my clover tattoo, I use petroleum 

These Y2K artists, we folding em 

B.G. Gator, Head and Benz I smoke on dro for them 

All this shit that I show, I let it go for them 

Nigga pints two-liters, what I po' for them 

B.G. 3-R-D, you gotta show for him 

Twenty five thousand, if you wanna show for him 



[Hook] 



[Will-Lean] 

The Chemist, I'ma hold it down 

Us Botany big shots, we the chosen now 

We started from rock bottom, we done rosen now 

Pics and ad's in the Source, got us posing now 

Rolex's and Cardiers, got us shining now 

Top billboard charts, we climbing now 

C-Note put it down, got us rhyming now 

Independent status fool, ain't no signing now 

We grinding now, a major can't do shit for me 

Diamonds N' Yo Face playa, was a hit to me 

I wouldn't trade labels, for a Bentley 

A hundred thousand dollars treat, they just rent to me 

Foreign cars, Botany bout to pimp these streets 

All these horns, sound like a fucking symphony 

Was meant to be, like Screw we gon slow it down 

Cloverland came up, so we gon hold it down 



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