Lyrics:
a river bank
Or the way an old country song hits you in your soul
Yeah, some things never get old
Like me holdin' you
You holdin' me too
The feeling
got the braps, the braps, the braps, 100 a nigga get whacked
Shout out to OG Wacko, holdin' it down on the West Boast
Smokin' on gas by the pound from
up to ten
Put a snap in your fingers and a tap in your Timbs'
Ain't no holdin' me back, it's that nigga named Sinn and I'ma
Yeah, come alive y'all
from L.A. take the rag out ya pocket and show 'em that
Gang bangin' and gold is back; me and T.I. holdin' the track
Yeah man, this ya boy Block, man
12 Monkey mind
It's like, stalkin through your airport with a chunky nine
The undervolt Staten New York
Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back
Holdin' my breath for you, nigga fuck you
I don't know what else to do without my baby
See I'm totally lost and screwed, no navigation
I'm impatiently
I want the colors to come back
And the flowers to bloom
I wanna slip down by the river
Sit there all day with you
Forget about life for awhile
Focus
I want the colors to come back
And the flowers to bloom
I wanna sit down by the river
Sit there all day with you
Forget about life for awhile
Focus
Back then you was holdin' my gun
These days you the one I gotta run away from
You a heartbreaker, my lil' Florida thang
Got me hangin' out
eyes
Not to mention that your attitude is laid back
So smooth, that you don't even have to try you're
Holdin' it down (Down), Keepin' it tight
Feelin'
catch me by surprise
Keepin it real and holdin it down the attributes shared amongst my guys
And I don't own a Bentley but off the M I feel like I got
blacktops, my nickle slot, triple bar, hit the jackpot
On each block, I'm the remedy, send them back to me
After detock, shorty got knuckles in
don't show me mugs
Cause you don't know me 'cause
Hey
Don't you know I got
Key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back
Louis nap sack
Where I
and die by this war
This right here is considered a banger
Delivered With anger, your life is in danger
Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
Yeah, Young Rich Niggas
Back to back, two times
Hit a nigga with the throwaway
Bitch I came from another place
Unfortunately we couldn't beat
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
a bitch
Come in by self and leave out wit'cha chick
Beanie Sigel got my back if we run into a snitch
And Kels got his back if he ever need a hit
From
(smoke)
Ayy, that's Lil Top, man (bet, it's up and it's stuck with me)
Slimeto, huh
I'm back off in this bitch (bust wit' me, bust)
Ayy, this for all my
that indo'
While I'm holdin' on in limbo
I got baggage you can't see at night
Back seat, Rosa Park it
Back seat was the darkest
Never look back
not once have I seen you ride
Dumb little guys with lies
Soon get dug by my Rambo knife
I'll take your life, your soul is mine
If you're on me, come
You take all my inhibitions
Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back
You take me places that tear up my reputation
Manipulate my decisions
Baby, there's
a weed
They be spottin' me with infa-red
In the mood and I'm, " who the hell is you?"
Still they comin through, holdin up the innocent yeah.
Three in
Yeah, right, my daughters don't starve
Holdin' me down, pride and truth
The immaculate Dilated Peoples crew
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty
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