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Nelly( Cornell Iral Haynes Jr. )
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Hold Up
Lyricist:Clifford Harris, Cornell Haynes, Taddrick Mingo, Rufus Jr Morgan, James Todd Smith
We doing a hundred on the highway, switchin' lane after lane If the po po come then let â€~em, ain't no stopping today We brought out them horses tonight, the big blocks Dual cams, chrome pipes, I know you hear â€~em
Please, who in your hood wouldn't trade places with me? If I ain't what you're tryin' to be, then why you hustling see? To be young, black and rich, and thank the combination Tell me when it's switched, I need to know, listen
Maybe the problem is you thinking too small You niggas only want to rap and that's all Your only goal is to buy out the mall, my goal to buy me a mall You want to stunt for the summer, I'm trying to buy me the fall It's a MySpace lick, you know how heavy hits MySpace get, yow
It's like I'm hurtin' feelings just by telling the truth I'm hurtin' feelings in and out of this booth, now listen You see me sitting in a turning lane, you're a nigger, mine a bigger man You always braggin' â€~bout a little change you need to step up your game
You better hold up and hold up, hold up and hold up, hold up and hold up You better sit your ass down Hold up and hold up, hold up and hold up, hold up and hold up You better sit your ass down
My block I see you haters watchin' me, but I ain't trippin' We all see it ain't no stoppin' me, when you a millionaire You steady buyin' property, I got land To come catch me, you hit the lottery, niggas so stop playin'
I ride when I want to, and ye ain't know See me buyin' what I want to, walk out the store A hundred thousand in my pocket, you can tell how I'm walking I ball like a dog, and they keep they heads crunk
Tossin' at the red light, go on pro, go on tar Candy Red tight My 54 nigga, wanted that oregano, fresh off a case And now they hatin' every paranoid, yeah you better know it
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com What I'm bringin' ye ain't ready for, go right ya What's to tell em, go and kill em boys, and lights out Nigga I ain't playin' witcha, the really dead hit ya Don't let me pull up on you in that turning lane nigga
You see me sitting in a turning lane, you're a nigger, mine a bigger man You always braggin' â€~bout a little change you need to step up your game
Hold up and hold up, hold up and hold up, hold up and hold up You better sit your ass down Hold up and hold up, hold up and hold up, hold up and hold up You better sit your ass down
Got my bread stacked high like Mike in NBA highlights Mansion, me and jacuzzi bubblin' with skylights I'm Cool L, duels, killin' niggas' eyesight Wal Mart stocks, Mercedes 7, damn right
My wrists stay glistenin', two birds kissin' And I'm sick of all this money, somebody call the position in The American dream, I'm what niggas is envisionin' You clowns ain't makin' your brains, you just drizzin' it
Packin' like I ain't famous, talkin' â€~bout I throw a party at the bank, walk a million out Got over 30 movies, what you think you doin' to me? You sold a couple records out, how you think you gon' outdo me?
You know I'm in shape for slappin, you gon' try to sue me I buy you off, slide off with your lil' cutie All this money is a goddamn nuisance Look at my career, yeah, I'm the blueprint
You see me sitting in a turning lane, you're a nigger, mine a bigger man You always braggin' â€~bout a little change you need to step up your game
Hold up and hold up, hold up and hold up, hold up and hold up You better sit your ass down Hold up and hold up, hold up and hold up, hold up and hold up You better sit your ass down
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