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A Tribute to Jennifer Lopez (The United Girls of R&B) · Jennifer Lopez & Destiny's Child (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Tribute to Jennifer Lopez (The United Girls of R&B) · Smooth Sax Tribute to Jennifer Lopez (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hold You Down (Jadakiss) · Hold You Down (Jeremih) · You Can Hold Me Down (William Tell) · You Can Hold Me Down (William Tell) · Hold You Down [Australia CD] (Jennifer Lopez) · Trini Lopez at PJ's (Trini Lopez) – and 90 other albums »


ricky ricardo, I hit them with the bobbaloo
"yo yo man I'm on your deric boo for real"
combination of Salma Hayek and Jennifer Lopez
ain't nothing like
by Soulja Boy
    It's Nothin Lyrics
    by Wiz Khalifa
    Love You Down Lyrics
    by Honey Cocaine
    Love Explosion Lyrics
    by Marvin
by ya charm and ya arm
But I'm looking for the one
Have you seen her
My psychic told me she have a ass like Serena
Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids
looking for the one
Have you seen her
My psychic told me she have a ass like Serena
Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids
An I gotta take all they bad ass
Yea, mami jus like that bend down grab ya ankles, do it for crack
Damn should be illegal how that ass so fat
The way you shake yo shit make me wanna
a change in rap, well fool we be that
And all you bitch niggas best to ease back

Now I write rhymes as dope as Jennifer Lopez
Words, beautify blank
see your career going sky high
Taking you home to the crib, in the Chi
And everytime I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
Watching you should be
high
Taking you home to the crib, in the Chi
And everytime I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
Watching you should be a thrill, got the fellas
Jennifer Lopez and Puffy you know this
Sorry Puff but I don't give a fuck, if this chick was my own mother
I'd still fuck her with no rubber, and come
Jennifer Lopez, and Puffy you know this!
I'm sorry Puff, but I don't give a fuck if this chick was my own mother
I still fuck her with no rubber and cum
Yea, mami jus like that bend down grab ya ankles, do it for crack
Damn should be illegal how that ass so fat
The way you shake yo shit make me wanna
high
Taking you home to the crib, in the Chi
And everytime I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
Watching you should be a thrill, got the fellas
to hold you all night
Can't find, a reason why
God came, to you and I
If I had the chance again, I'd never let you go
Hold tight to your love, 'cause
home to the crib in the Chi and everytime I see your thighs I cry when i drive by,
Watch it you should bring a thrill, got tha fellas on some Johnny
see your career going sky high
Taking you home to the crib, in the Chi
And everytime I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
Watching you should be
Double D's lookin real plump
And a Jennifer Lopez type rump
I'm like, "Yo, this my song how 'bout you?"
She like, "Yeah can I bring my come too?"
Like,
hold your picture by the bed, you're still livin' in head. At least I can pretend, that your not over me, 'cause I can't be just friends, just friends,
right to the booty 
Jennifer lopez you do Ben you'll do me 
Talk about do the deed, what about the double team 
Get the Hilton hoes boozed up in
south, the dirty south [repeat 2X]

[Redd]
Down south we wear bandannas and denim suites 
Down south you gone always spot us in them coupes

[Lil' Flip]
We request to negotiate
We come to you unarmed
We desire to communicate
You cannot do us harm

They want sacrifice
They hatch schemes and ask
We request to negotiate
We come to you unarmed
We desire to communicate
You cannot do us harm

They want sacrifice
They hatch schemes and ask
dem sleeves up
Nigga, what the fuck?
You know about that D.P.G. Bad Boy connection
Connected by Funk Flex we in a Lexus
Or even the Suburban, swerve
wanna hollar now
She back out the step
When yo niggers crowd around
That's my road dog
And you know I unload for her
She hold me down anytime I call
With television, Dreamcast, dvds
Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties
I'm a Cash Money Hot Big Tymer nigga
That'll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya
streets
I'm greetin' bustas wit' the heat
And you can see me clearly like a DVD
When I beat on your ass like a MPC
I'm twistin' bitches up like the dreads