Lyrics
Yo, I'm happy to be in the south to set off my tour in the countryside
But who better to set it off for me than this man right here
Yo, this Kenny Rogers chillin' on the countryside
With men like Wyclef (uh-huh), Jerry Wonder (uh-huh), Big Jack, Big Beast
And we gon' do something like this for you
You got to know when to hold 'em (yeah, yeah)
Know when to fold 'em (DJ's, DJ's)
Know when to walk away (Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop)
Know when to run (yeah, yeah)
You got to count your dubplates (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
Before you touch the turntables (all hoods)
'Cause if you run out of big tunes
That means your sound is done (y'all ready?)
You got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em (soundbwoys)
Know when to walk away
Know when to run (hey, hey, hey, hey)
You got to count your dubplates
Before you touch the turntables (DJ's)
'Cause if you run out of big tunes
That means your sound is done
Get the hell up! Clef said, "Get the hell up!"
Now throw your hands in the sky
Brooklyn in the back shootin' craps y'all, what's up?
Ladies, lookin' hot and pretty
Doin' your thing in the club high saditty
(Worldwide) the gritty committee pity the fool that
Act in the midst of the calm, the witty
(You got to know when to hold 'em) y'all know the name
Same assassin from before but the beat just changed a little
Riddle me this, though, who flip flows
That got women in they thongs gettin' on but not Sisqo?
Select your squad team and your itch
Bey know my flow muy caliente, fuego
No disrespect to soundbwoy, but you better step away from me
Easily defeat measly MCs and tease you
Ease back, squeeze two in your wig and breeze through
You got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em (soundbwoys)
Know when to walk away
Know when to run (hey, hey, hey, hey)
You got to count your dubplates
Before you touch the turntables (DJs)