[T.I:] Ya′ll already know what this is homeboy No no no no no nigga Fuck what you heard homeboy Real niggas on deck Goons is out nigga hey
[Verse 1: Nelly] We do 100 on the highway Switching lane after lane If the po po come then let em Ain′t no stopping today We brought them horses out tonight (hey) Them big blocks dude Cams chrome pipes (hey) I know you hear em Please, who in your hood would trade places with me If I ain′t what ya trying to be than why you hustling see To be young black and rich If that ain′t the combination Tell me when it switched I need to know (listen) Maybe the problem is your thinking to small You niggas only wanna rap and that′s all Your only goal is to buy out the mall I go and buy me a mall You want the stuff for the summer I′m gon buy me the fall And hit the myspace lick (yeaaah) You know how many hits myspace gets (yeaaah) Man it′s like I′m hurting feelings just by telling the truth I′m hurting feelings in and out of this booth Now listen
[Chorus:] You see me sitting in the turning lane (whooo) Yours big but mine bigger mane You wanna brag about a lil change You need to step up your game lil boy You better Hold up [x6] You better sit your ass down Hold up [x6] You better sit your ass down
[Verse 2: T.I.] Well pac I see these haters watching me But I ain′t tripping wen ya′ll see there ain′t no stopping me Weigh in the millions And I′m steady buying property I got land come catch me you hit the lottery Nigga so stop playing Boy I ride what I want to and ye ain′t know See me buying what I want to Walk out the store 100 thousand in my pocket You can tell how Im walkin I ball like a dog Jus to keep these haters off me Posted at the red light On chrome drop top candy red type 454 a nigga want it better bring it on (fresh off vacation all that hatin got me paranoid) Yeah better know it What im bring it you ain′t ready for it No right now once i tell em go and get em boy And lights out Nigga I ain′t playing with ya Come any day I′ll hit ya Don′t let me pull up on ya in that turning lane nigga
[Chorus:] You see me sitting in the turning lane (whooo) Yours big but mine bigger mane You wanna brag about a lil change You need to step up your game lil boy You better Hold up [x6] You better sit your ass down You better Hold up [x6] You better sit your ass down
[Verse 3: LL Cool J] My bread stack high like mike in NBA highlights Mansion means jacuzzi bubbling with sky lights Uncle L juelz killin niggas eye sight Wal mart stops since 87 like damn right My wrist stay glistening Two birds kissing and I′m sick of all this money somebody call a physician in The american dream I′m what niggas is visioning You clowns ain′t making it rain it′s just drizzling Acting like I ain′t paid what you talking bout I throw a party at the bank walk a million out Got over 30 movies what you think you doing to me You sold a couple records how you think you gon do me You know I′m in shape I slap you you gon try and sue me I buy you off slide off with your lil cutie All the money is a god damn nusense Look at my career yeah I′m the blueprint
[Chorus:] You see me sitting in the turning lane (whooo) Yours big but mine bigger mane You wanna brag about a lil change You need to step up your game lil boy You better Hold up [x6] You better sit your ass down You better Hold up [x6] You better sit your ass down
[Big Boi Rap] Hook, line, and sinker I knew she was mine the day I seen her Got a big mouth bass On the line It′s time for me to retrieve her And go get her like a wide receiver But we don′t play no ball See when it comes to you babygirl, B.B. don′t play at all
[Verse 1 (Chris Brown):] On the real we need to nip this in the bud ′cause we kept it real with everyone So tell me why they hating (everybody′s hating) It feels like they just waiting (for us to grow apart) Yeah It′s just hard for me to do But baby if I′m your man I guess I gotta be a man These men just gotta understand Little girl, with curves and hips, luscious lips Girl I can′t front now I′m nervous
[Chorus:] I′m like hold up Wait, wait a minute I′m genuine with it I ain′t tryna put no pimping in it I′m like hold up Can I talk to her? Hold up Can I take her out? Hold up, uh That′s why I gotta tell you
[Verse 2 (Chris Brown):] Now a days is so crazy Out here You′d wanna be cutting me If your daughter struts with me Lucky me, and you′d be lucky too No entourage, no crew Just me riding with my boo I got her But don′t think I′m replacing you
Girl know you know what I do And I′m a major minor It′ll take days and days and decades to find another Dude, that′s gonna walk in my shoes And girl keep it one with you As long if you do the usual
[Chorus]
Now baby please Hang up the phone ′cause I′m talking to your father Mr Jones, Mr Jones I′ve been talking to your daughter And she likes me She told me she likes me And I really like her She′s gonna be my wifey I say, baby, please Hang up the phone ′cause I′m talking to your father Mr Jones, Mr Jones I′ve been talking to your daughter And she likes me He told me she likes me And I really like her She′s gonna be my wifey
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[Big Boi Rap] Now is the time for me to come clean Now is the time for us to turn that yellow light to green light And proceed us together, be more better like lemon pepper on your wings And you′ll never find another fellow that′s better than your king Know what I mean, know what I′m saying, know what I′m talking about, girl who is playing? But we can′t have no picket fence ′cause we got acres and acres of land The haters are taking it mad That we can handle these fakers with class Mannerisms on that C.O. five and a half on they ass Girl, bye, give it a try, give your boy a chance Ever since you landed in my space it seems like I′m yours again My top friend, drop them We don′t need no audience Popping For approval or applause, not them
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I′m like hold up Wait, wait a minute I′m genuine with it I ain′t tryna put no pimping in it I′m like hold up Can I talk to her? Hold up Can I take her out? Hold up, uh That′s why I gotta tell you Baby, please And she likes me And I really like her Baby, please She′s gonna be my wifey Baby, please
[Diddy] Aiyyo 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′m gon′ play with ′em Oh I ain′t gon′ play wit′cha - I ain′t gon play wit′cha man! Ha ha ha.. I need y′all to sing children Sing, I like it when the children sing I like it when you sing; I like it when they sing man That lets you know something′s comin Oh it′s comin - aww man something′s comin I like this sound of this - something′s comin
You can picture like a photograph, envision the image Of one-two-fifth street and Lenox The old folks their souls are cold like tenants Tryin to keep your weight up better eat that spinach For four twenty-five niggaz lives get diminished The world 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 Tryin to be the man if the Lord be my witness Do my {?} with the walk sign for my physical fitness 16′s sicker than all signed flows it′s ridiculous Hold up
[Chorus: children sing] Told y′all really really y′all can′t hold up Told y′all really really y′all can′t hold up Told y′all really really y′all can′t hold up Hold up, hold up hold up hold up hold up
[Diddy] Easy now I′m seein ′em, mind where you patrol Fall back young′un, play your lane like a goal When his majesty speaks, speech defy gravity Bluetooth nigga but I don′t have any cavities Diddy got it wrapped like cocoons Pop shit like needles through {?} 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 9 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 recuitable whore To service the whole crew when we out on tour Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
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[Diddy] It′s like the music will literally stop time (Hold up hold up hold up) We roll up, 20 deep, cock D swoll up Get inflicted by my verbal conviction 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 110th sharp caesar with a lime music Fine-tuned with the proper soul seasoning 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 West side stadium Fuck the game and if the fame went away Still be the hardest workin man in entertainment today Learn a lesson and that′s, no questionin that No guesswork involved so stop stressin the facts Hold up
You can dance if you like You can sing every line of every song No, you dont have to steal the show It was your show all along
As the orchestra plays The people take the seats Theres no room left in this house Its only you and me And if life is your stage I′ll be watching
[Chorus] Hold up a light for me [x3] Hold up a light for me ohhhh Ill be watching Hold up a light for me [x3] Hold up a light for me ohhhh And I′ll be watching you.
Everything that you do As we start, rehearsing every scene The words to everything We realize that the crowd is listening And then the tears, fall down on your face In exactly the right place