Bun B - Hold You Down lyrics
Hey, hey, we keeping it real, samba baby [Chorus] If you need love I'm loving, if you need a thug I'm thugging, if you need a hustla, Whatever you need girl ima hold you down, If you need a lil' dough we flipping got somewhere to go I'm whipping, Be a love hustla whatever you need girl ima hold you down Bun B da ima man amongst men my chain is white gold my steel is Tungsten I'm made of tough skin you gon' respect me (hold up) take mo then a average n***a to check me I'm a rider till the wheels go balling they blow out (damn) one hundred and one percent G and its no doubt That if you need a man to make you feel secure then baby You ain't gotta look no more I got the cure You want money and j**els (j**els) You want clothes and cars (cars) Wanna live VIP rubbing shoulders wit stars (stars) Wanna fly in G4's (4's) Or sail the seas then your wish is my command You can do what ya please (hey) The lap of luxury is what you'll be laying in just respect The playa and the game that hes playing in (for real) I can show you a side of life you never seen (huh) Cause even the king of trill needs himself a queen [Chorus] See all that listening to them hoes in your ear gotta quit I see they smile when I'm around when I leave They talk sh** they just mad cause I got you flipping jagos Popping tags brand new clothes you cant tell by the tag I don't mean to boast and brag but them hoes around you hating They just waiting on you to slip so I could leave yo a** with nathan Then when I do that they gon' back door and try to holla Hoping I'm a do them like you and drop them off some dollas But I ain't cause I can't afford to go back down that road Id rather stay on my J-O and stack a bank roll But I ain't cause I cant afford to go back down that road Id rather stay on my J-O and stack a bank roll But if you real and you down and in public you don't clown holla at me ill be around (mike Jones) but if you real and you down And in public you don't clown holla at me ill be around Yea [Chorus] I been putting it down n***a and holding my grounds n***a from off the mound n***a we ducking them clowns n***a taking they crown n***a and shoving the town n***a rocks off the ground got the cush by the pounds n***a ankle blingin' baby wrist on freeze got The pinky on the ice love a b**h wit gold teeth n***a hot Girl n***a loving the G keep the work under the seat She do it for me take a trip to port her off to the beach Tell her homie hold it down cause we hustle to eat And got me feeling like I lost my Jones I done lost my horns So H town is on and nothing change Cause the palms got chrome n***a do this in the early Cause we getting it on and baby girl you could shop alone And fly the four to France and take a hundred bones [Chorus]