Mike Jones - Holl Up lyrics

[Hook] Hol' up (hol' up), we on Robatus' We up in the lane, 22's on buck Texas wreckless, iced out necklace This is how we do it now, who's got plex [A3] Boom who am I, I'm the Tanker Everyday all day, gotta keep it gangsta Down in the Dirty 3rd, where the boys play ya Jumped out the wide body, to the Navigator Just got the Escalade stretched, making million dollar bets Eddy got my candy looking, dripping-dripping wet I ain't tripping, never caught slipping In the fo-do' lane switching, yeah I'm dipping Hop and I'm skipping, yellow broad pimping Jumped out starched jeans, J's and I'm limping Flossing in Austin, Dallas, Laffeyette ATL, Arkansas, Mississippi keep Screw up in they deck [Hook - 2x] [Mike Jones] I got 22's and up, on my car and truck Even though I'm behind tint, you still see my princess cuts Because I hit the block and I grind daily, that's why I've been shining lately No time to wine baby, if you wanna shine baby 22's when I roll up, big dollar signs I'ma fold up That real drank I'ma po' up, in seven months I blowed up Wreckshop-Swishahouse, when we talk close your mouth Major without a major deal, we the hottest in the South If it ain't purple stuff, don't put it in my cup When "Who Is Mike Jones" drop, I'ma sew the game up No time to play around, I hit the lab and I lay it down I open mouth platinum smile, cause I got the platinum sound [Big Moe] I'm fly like an eagle, eagle Flossing down when burning mayn, wood grain be sturning mayn I'm a G like that you know, a n***a named Big Moe I'm crawling down slow, I'm down on tippie-toe Rolling down on big car, I'm sipping on big bar I'm thinking manage-tois, Moe-Yo thinking going far In this rap game mayn, smoking on Mary Jane Talking down mayn, I'm for my name mayn I'm that n***a Big M-O-E, from the hood yeah 1-2-3 I'm letting you know you can't talk down, ain't no plex with me I'm balling mayn, chop-chop when I'm crawling mayn Never n***a be stalling mayn, Moe-Yo I be crawling mayn [Hook] [D-Gotti] Sitting fly like the Mag-wood, wheeling my Lac The hood feeling the G-sh**, Gotti spit up on tracks Cause uh, just the other day I slung right up a pay Cause see what gutter gain, now I'm 'bout to run the game Throwed delay you holding grey, I'ma po' the drank boys know the name D-Gotti one in the big old body, with the big old shotty just ain't gon change 18's on bang, beam on breaks on the Bulo' If it ain't do-do, you could shove it up your culo Kicking it like Judo, Kool-Aid'ing in the hood Jacob ticking ice glistening, you hating we good And I wish a n***a would, look like he wanna take some'ing Keep the tool for them crooks, a gangsta gotta pack some'ing Lac bumping head black woman, with me I'm sipping she sipping, we tipsy she finished And I do it how it's pose to go, you know us If you can't relate then, hoooool' up [Hook]