Lyrics
Ayo turn me up in my headphones man
I want this shit motherfuckin blarin
It ain't loud enough man
Oh these muh'fuckers think I'mma play with 'em
Oh I ain't gon' play with ya
I ain't gon' play with ya man, hahaha
I need y'all to sing children
I like it when the children sing
I like it when they sing man
That let's you know somethin's comin
Oh it's comin, I like the sound of this
Somethin's comin!
You can picture like a photograph, envision the image
Of 1-2-Fifth Street and Lenox
The old folks, they souls are cold like Kenneth
Tryin to keep your weight up, better eat that spinach
Before 25 niggas lives get diminished
The world's serious, I'm tryin to win a pennant
Cops be on patrol through the block every minute
Itchin just to pop somethin, swearin I'm a menace
They disturb me, but it's love like tennis
Man, cap to the side and my jersey is vintage
Chicks'll make a nigga dick hard like a Guinness
Damn it's a scam but I handle my business
Plan to be the man if the Lord be my witness
Do my chin-ups with the walk sign for my physical fitness
16'S sicker than Alzheimer's, flows is ridiculous
Hold up!
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Easy now, seen? Mind where you patrol
Fall back young'n, play your lane like a goal
When his majesty speaks, beats defy gravity
Bluetooth nigga but I don't have any cavities
Diddy got it wrapped like cocoons
Pop shit like needles through cow manure balloons
I urge you to tell a friend, warn a brother
About my splurges, merges with Warner Brothers
Thugs actin funny cause chicks call me honey
See a nine figure nigga makin Bugs Bunny money
Eons beyond bling bling
So I chose to get engaged to these sweet 16's
Make a name, let it bang so beautiful
The theme music for crews that move pharmaceuticals or
Suitable for a recruitable whore
To service the whole crew when we out on tour
Hold up!
It's like the music will literally stop time
We roll up, 20 deep, cock D's, swole up
Get inflicted by my verbal convictions
A Bad Boy but far from a Detroit Piston
You're not focused enough, you're not listenin
You need to slow down, hold up like kickstand
Hop to it, get on your grind music
Across one-tenth sharp caesar with a lime music
Fine tuned with the proper soul seasonin
Your live shows are boring, you're just not pleasin 'em
Stop teasin 'em, you can't rock Palladium
We bring New York back like that Westside stadium
Fucked the game and if the fame went away
Still be the hardest workin man in entertainment today
Learn a lesson in that, no questionin that
No guesswork involved so stop stressin the facts
Hold up!