Pete Rock - Hold the Drums lyrics

[Smoke DZA] Kush god, Pete Rock, in your earlobes Had the babyface flow now I let the beard grow Lil' n***as pointing in the streets like, "There he go" Mama had me rockin' bucket hats when I was a year old Yeah though RFC or Dikembe Me I get the rent paid, el presidente Chief executive officer, sensei f** the petty sh**, fam, got no time to engage On this sh** I'm like MJ n***a Your mink's rented, mine's got my name engraved in 'em Come on man, what we talkin' 'bout jeans? You spend all that bread to break her in and I come f** her for free f**in' with me, s**a emcees stay stuck in your seat My homie, trim trees and keep me on repeat I told him roll a thumb Pete this sample so ill that you can hold the drums [Chorus] Hold the drums This sh** so ill that you can hold the drums Hold the drums This sh** so ill that you can hold the drums Hold the drums This sh** so ill that you can hold the drums Hold the drums This sh** so ill that you can hold the drums [Smoke DZA] On second thought, give 'em no air keep 'em neckin' off Flying through the building like a wrecking ball Whose next, who's not? Who shelf, who drop? Did a five city tour, came home, new drop Top of the food chain ox it's therapy O.G. lit, meet Hennessy Feed all my n***as some chicks, good energy They chasing a hit, me I'm chasing the legacy And I ain't talking about the crown, clown I'm talking fifty years from now clown Kids' kids crowd out Inspire the mind of the future, make no mind a maneuver Stay bossed up and not new to this real Everyday we throw rocks at the pen trying to make us some ends But the street game designed for us never to win So they can hold them crumbs Pete this sample is so ill that you can hold the drums [Chorus] Hold the drums This sh** so ill that you can hold the drums Hold the drums This sh** so ill that you can hold the drums Hold the drums This sh** so ill that you can hold the drums Hold the drums This sh** so ill that you can hold the drums [Royce da 5'9"] Uh my dude this Pete Rock groove I got tec-9 Tourette's Call me Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf I toss d**h down your steps My n***a I'll get rid of you pricks Answer the man This right here could get biblical quick By this lyrical originator My kids is so spoiled from keeping them in the illest flavors I should keep 'em in the refrigerator I got b**hes'll bust at your wig I got digits and all my competition's looking up at the jig My attitude is cash rules and to each his own Mac shooters dispatched to ya through speaker phones Act foolish then bad news gone be at your home We was at risk as teens Too stressed to have a full hairline So I might a Memphis Bleek or LL Cool J hat fished your queen Every breath I breathe is fresh that's Listerine The more that I get over the more of something to over come So I'm gun-totin' I'll hold the pump And I hold the drums Hold the drums PR please hold the drums My n***a hold the drums This right here is so ill you should hold the drums Hold the drums Hold the drums My n***a hold the drums This right here is so ill you should hold the drums