Going down
Say bitch, tell me what you think about me?
I keep a bad yellow hammer bitch cooking G's
And I got a candy '84 on 3's
And I keep these R&B bitches on they knees
I pimp so hard I was f*cking up the game
Nigga, you're a lame you ain't
Holding like Sweet James
They choosin' on my phone, call me Sir Jones
Make a lot a money, so I keep the chrome
20's on the car, keep a pint of barre
Gripping on the wood, playing Above The Law
Hustlas, ballers, selling boys cane
F*ck y'all pussy niggas too
It's whatever y'all wanna dodo
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Bitches we controllin' na
Man, I break the scene
Way before I became a teen
Crushing boys on the boulevard
From summer to spring music orientated
So when the rap game originated
I fit it like puzzle pieces
Niggas couldn't fade it i made it to a level
That other players only dream
Brought heat to the scene
Make the women on me cream
And my money went from
Green to poppin' chrome plus I Got my self a
Yellow jazzy bopper to bone
Got the home and the cars
Got the plaques and the stacks
But mane back in the days
It wasn't nothing like that
Shit, I remember when at first
They wasn't really with it
But they damn near shitted on themselves when
We did it cause we holdin' na
I'm holdin' na, big Benz looking swollen na
Because we young
They probably thinking that we stole it na
My papers' foldin' na, cigars
We be rolling na
And it's the whole third coast
And we control it na
Down south we sippin' nothin' but barre
Four TV's in my car, I'm a ghetto star
Chromin' blades on Escaldes and
Parking lot pimpin'
We got these broads steady trippin'
Cause it platinum we shippin'
From Cloverland to PA it be on for life
And if you f*cking with them boys
You might lose your life
Niggas runnin' in your crib
You might lose your wife
And if we catch you at the
Light you might lose your ice
It's the C the N to the O T-E
And you can crown me like a king
Like my niggas UG
I put it down for Botany and that SUC
We hit the spots on all the blocks
We keep it H-O T nigga we holdin' na
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UGK - Holdin Na Lyrics
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English
Going down
Say bitch, tell me what you think about me?
I keep a bad yellow hammer bitch cooking G's
And I got a candy '84 on 3's
And I keep these R&B bitches on they knees
I pimp so hard I was f*cking up the game
Nigga, you're a lame you ain't
Holding like Sweet James
They choosin' on my phone, call me Sir Jones
Make a lot a money, so I keep the chrome
20's on the car, keep a pint of barre
Gripping on the wood, playing Above The Law
Hustlas, ballers, selling boys cane
F*ck y'all pussy niggas too
It's whatever y'all wanna dodo
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Bitches we controllin' na
Man, I break the scene
Way before I became a teen
Crushing boys on the boulevard
From summer to spring music orientated
So when the rap game originated
I fit it like puzzle pieces
Niggas couldn't fade it i made it to a level
That other players only dream
Brought heat to the scene
Make the women on me cream
And my money went from
Green to poppin' chrome plus I Got my self a
Yellow jazzy bopper to bone
Got the home and the cars
Got the plaques and the stacks
But mane back in the days
It wasn't nothing like that
Shit, I remember when at first
They wasn't really with it
But they damn near shitted on themselves when
We did it cause we holdin' na
I'm holdin' na, big Benz looking swollen na
Because we young
They probably thinking that we stole it na
My papers' foldin' na, cigars
We be rolling na
And it's the whole third coast
And we control it na
Down south we sippin' nothin' but barre
Four TV's in my car, I'm a ghetto star
Chromin' blades on Escaldes and
Parking lot pimpin'
We got these broads steady trippin'
Cause it platinum we shippin'
From Cloverland to PA it be on for life
And if you f*cking with them boys
You might lose your life
Niggas runnin' in your crib
You might lose your wife
And if we catch you at the
Light you might lose your ice
It's the C the N to the O T-E
And you can crown me like a king
Like my niggas UG
I put it down for Botany and that SUC
We hit the spots on all the blocks
We keep it H-O T nigga we holdin' na
Say bitch, tell me what you think about me?
I keep a bad yellow hammer bitch cooking G's
And I got a candy '84 on 3's
And I keep these R&B bitches on they knees
I pimp so hard I was f*cking up the game
Nigga, you're a lame you ain't
Holding like Sweet James
They choosin' on my phone, call me Sir Jones
Make a lot a money, so I keep the chrome
20's on the car, keep a pint of barre
Gripping on the wood, playing Above The Law
Hustlas, ballers, selling boys cane
F*ck y'all pussy niggas too
It's whatever y'all wanna dodo
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
Bitches we controllin' na
Man, I break the scene
Way before I became a teen
Crushing boys on the boulevard
From summer to spring music orientated
So when the rap game originated
I fit it like puzzle pieces
Niggas couldn't fade it i made it to a level
That other players only dream
Brought heat to the scene
Make the women on me cream
And my money went from
Green to poppin' chrome plus I Got my self a
Yellow jazzy bopper to bone
Got the home and the cars
Got the plaques and the stacks
But mane back in the days
It wasn't nothing like that
Shit, I remember when at first
They wasn't really with it
But they damn near shitted on themselves when
We did it cause we holdin' na
I'm holdin' na, big Benz looking swollen na
Because we young
They probably thinking that we stole it na
My papers' foldin' na, cigars
We be rolling na
And it's the whole third coast
And we control it na
Down south we sippin' nothin' but barre
Four TV's in my car, I'm a ghetto star
Chromin' blades on Escaldes and
Parking lot pimpin'
We got these broads steady trippin'
Cause it platinum we shippin'
From Cloverland to PA it be on for life
And if you f*cking with them boys
You might lose your life
Niggas runnin' in your crib
You might lose your wife
And if we catch you at the
Light you might lose your ice
It's the C the N to the O T-E
And you can crown me like a king
Like my niggas UG
I put it down for Botany and that SUC
We hit the spots on all the blocks
We keep it H-O T nigga we holdin' na
Writer: Chad L Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Joseph Johnson, COURTNEY SMITH, DENZIL MILLER, JAMES B MOORE, KURT WALKER, LAWRENCE SMITH, ROBERT ARTHUR FORD
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Performed By: UGK
Language: English
Written by: Chad L Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Joseph Johnson, COURTNEY SMITH, DENZIL MILLER, JAMES B MOORE, KURT WALKER, LAWRENCE SMITH, ROBERT ARTHUR FORD