Hold It Down chords by 2 Sense
Intro 1
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Let's take a creep through
Verse 1
Am
the graveyard
Dm
Layin' emcees to rest in you necks
when we play hard
Am
With no regard,
catch me spittin' on your tombstone
Dm
Open the door, son, who's home?
Am
Papi Chulo, get them hood
rats and hotties you know
This ain't the ink,
Dm
but I'm the next Scotty Kublo
Am
I'll make you feel these hot beats
I'll be like the veins of the street
Dm
And my heart's the concrete,
Am
with ammunition that's ready
to unlock and spray
Hoes leanin' back doin'
Dm
the rockaway,
Am
it's two cents nigga,
you can't stop the train
As for the sun,
Dm
I'm the Las Vegas Dr. Dre
Am
Woah, now watch us move the crowd,
Dm
turn up the music loud
Am
We're gonna show you how we do,
Dm
woah
Am
And if you don't know by now,
Dm
the way that we hold it down
Am
You better stop and get a clue, whoa
Dm
Am
Now it was quoted
that Spodey got lyrical flow
Surrounded by hate,
Dm
I take an optimistic approach
Am
And ask myself,
what's everybody hatin' me for?
Cause I rips and got ripped
Dm
like gym nasium flows
Am
Amazing in shows,
capable of takin' your hoe
We on the top,
Dm
and you other cats prayin' below
Am
Forget the radio,
it's for the street and me
And everybody hatin' secretly,
Dm
see you indecently
Am
Representin' your weak clicker camp
And we beatin' yo' sound system
Dm
amps up with a gang of heat
Am
From the west, no town in east
Dm
If you don't respect me, you about to be
Am
Oh, now watch us move the crowd
Dm
Turn up the music loud
Am
Dm
Am
We're gonna show you how we do
Dm
Whoa -oh -oh -oh -oh
Am
And if you don't know by now
Dm
The way that we hold it down
Am
You better stop and give a clue
Dm
Whoa -oh -oh -oh
Am
I got some of the baddest guns
in the west to saddle with me
Quick to draw eye attracts,
Dm
Mojito, Bobby and Glint
Am
And you gotta forgive me
for all the boasting and bragging
Just imagine being in my shoes,
Dm
spitting a passion
Am
Lyrical lashing,
running niggas over like a stampede
Dm
Hit on collision with the coldest
in the industry
Am
Pimps we be, nothing less will suffice
Haters, think twice,
Dm
cause every gamble got a price
Am
And bet ting against Shag can be hazardous
I embrace the heat, keep it street
Dm
Am
You weak bastards, ghetto class
From two cents and sun
to sit on the grind for mine
Dm
Till you confess you're dead
Am
Oh, now I just moved the crowd
Dm
Turn up the music loud
Am
We're gonna show you how we do
Dm
Am
Oh, and if you don't know by now
Dm
The way that we hold it down
Am
You better stop and get a clue
Dm
Am
Oh, now I just moved the crowd
Dm
Turn up the music loud,
Am
we're gonna show you how we do,
Dm
Am
whoa -oh -oh -oh -oh
And if you don't know by now,
Dm
the way that we hold it down
Am
You better stop and get a clue,
Dm
whoa -oh -oh -oh -oh
Hold It Down
2 Sense
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