Yeah what?
 Intro/Chorus:
 Got ta hold it down
 Hold it down  nigga keep it on lock
 Hold it down  nigga yeah  nigga keep it on lock
 *repeat x3*
 Verse 1: Dray  Skoob
 I be the man droppin the slang on your premises
 We the menaces  clanging rappers like they're Genesis
 Now what the hell is this I heard you wanna see this
 Ya best believe this kid  I got more rhymes than Run got Adidas
 You can't defeat us so just back up off the metaphor
 The Boogie Banger tell me what the hell's the art for?
 Yiggity yeah
 The sooky-sooky, bringin it from the sewer it's the Boogie Bang
 Use to kick the rookie slang, critics wonder "Could he hang?"
 Drop my first joint and made the whole world flip
 Next trip, critics that wasn't wit it popped lip (like what?)
 "Nigga eat dat and nigga eat dis"
 but fuck, nigga need that, get off my nigga, eject
 Chorus
 Verse 2: Skoob, Dray
 *?Miggity mog?* it's the Prince of Darkness here to spark this
 riggity mic, my target's the underground market
 I be the rapper and chief, the editor etcetera
 The miggity mad dred night predator
 Cos all the time, nigga's be frontin in their rhymes
 claimin to represent the bastards, missin classes, doin time
 But when I come thru they be like "Oooh look, the Man!"
 Shakin niggas down like the earth shook Japan
 Well all I need is my 40, some Buda and my Timbs
 my biggity black benz with them 19 inch rims
 I gotta maintain and at the same time I watch my ass
 the cash, cos any fuckin day could be your last
 I took a breather now we snipin off the roof
 We back up in the booth and gettin busy off the 100 proof
 of Vodka, I rock a rhyme just for the thrill of it
 Cos when I'm spillin it I'm fillin it, check how I'm killin it
 Chorus
 Verse 3: Dray, Skoob
 But a'time I write a rhyme I takes some time to make it rougher
 So suffer, y'know it's me the nicotine puffer
 I miggity made this for the snitches, cos for the riches
 we never changing faces like them two singin bitches
 So hold it down for '95 or youse a goner
 Big up to all my peoples on corner puffin marijuana
 I briggity break the dame, we roll the game
 In '92 wit my crew, ain't a thing changed
 but the styles, the miles on the jeep, the beamer
 the drawers on my ass, the erb grass got greener
 My knocker plus be droppin the skills off the top a
 the dome for my peoples in the sewer, yo I got ta....
 Chorus (x2)
 Outro: Dray
 Hold it down, keep it on lock
 My nigga Mo Bee wit the real hip-hop
 (Got ta hold it down)
 Hold it down, keep it on lock
 Diggity Das EFX wit the real hip-hop
 Hold it down, keep it on lock
 The young and the restless, word we don't stop
 Hold it down, keep it on lock
 My nigga PMD wit the real hip-hop (Hit Squad)
 Hold it down, keep it on lock
 My nigga DJ Scratch wit the real hip-hop
 Hold it down, keep it on lock