- Votes:
- Composers:
- Johnson
- Joseph / Freeman
- Bernard James / Butler
- Chad L
 
- See also:
UGK - Holdin' Na lyrics
[Verse One: Pimp C]
 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 fucking up the game
 Nigga, you're a lame you ain't holding like Sweet
 James
 They (??) 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 bar
 Gripping on the wood, playing above the law
 Hustlas, ballers, selling boys cane
 Fuck y'all pussy niggas too, it's whatever y'all wanna
 do....do
 [Chorus: Bun B]
 Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na, bitches
 we controllin' na
 Man, I'm Holdin na (Repeat 4x)
 [Verse Two: Bun B]
 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 beat it like puzzle pieces, niggas could fade it
 I made it to levels that other players only dream
 Brought heat to the scene, make the on me cream
 And my money went from green to poppin' chrome
 Plus I Got my self a yellow jazzy (????) to bone
 Got the home and the cars, got the plaques and the
 stacksUGK - Holdin' Na - http://motolyrics.com/ugk/holdin-na-lyrics.html
 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
[Chorus]
 [Verse Three: C-Note]
 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 bar
 Four TV's in my cars, 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 Clover Land to PA (Port Arson) It be on for life
 And if you fucking with them boys, you might lose your
 life
 Niggas runnin' in your crib, you might lose your wife
 And if we (???) 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 (???) and that SUC
 We hit the spots on all the blocks, we keep it H-O-T
 nigga we holdin' na
[Chorus]









