Rick Ross - Hold Me Down lyrics

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Rick Ross - Hold Me Down lyrics

[Intro] If you ridin' with your female acquaintance, explain this one to her girl When you wake up in the mornin' go mail your man some pictures and a 20 dollar money order I gotta tell you somethin' else though [Verse 1:] I remember the days when I used to jack my dick And had to catch a bus, to go check a flick Unless it was one of those nights I stole my sisters car I brought it back on empty, simply didn't give a f** Be my guest you can call my mom Shes the one who gave me the nickname Teflon [?] Added the don Impressed by the way I kept calm when searched by cops with boy in my palm sh**, I've done see a lot I might crack a smile, but i'll clean your clock I done did it before, matter of fact done it for free If [?] was free, he would of did it for me Guns spittin' for me, Better go get it from me Guess that 10 year sentence wasn't fitted for me But when your released, I got a few gifts for you Half my record label, a quarter mill on the table [Hook:]x2 How many n***as you rode with will hold you down if you go to jail Or put the Benz' up for your bail Yeah, cuz if its fair it war when them riders start runnin' Will they have to start gunnin' [Verse 2:] In God's name, free your pain Sinc he was down, Carol City ain't been the same Seventeen years old, floatin' on gold things The same pain was my n***a [?] He might buy you a sack, and let you blow the whole thing And he might get you some head, won't even know the hoes name God damn, I miss my n***a To be honest I wanna kiss my n***a Hug my n***a, talk to my n***a Kick the prison door in and walk with my n***a I'll stalk your n***a, chalk your n***a If I thought your n***a was a cop oh n***a Working for the cops came in for the talk oh n***a If somebody finna' snitch, stop your n***a If I spot your n***a, I gotta pop your n***a I ain't aiming at his legs but at the top of your head [Hook:]x2 [Verse 3:] Being a black male in America is a charge Pullin' together your family when your brother behind bars Fantasy of nice car, wanna know who we are? All I say to the crackers is "b**h I got a job" No I'm lying, But I'm talking about a - Would of rather, seen em scatter Chit chatter, my pockets fatter f** your corporate ladder Bein' intelligent today is a dagger Look em' in the eyes whenever you speak Make em' feel you were that close to gettin' a degree I already want a reason to kick your a** to sleep And they know these employees are far from bein' cheap I was raised in these streets Still one of the coolest cats you could ever meet Besides its only the heat I don't give detectives reasons to f** with me I'm quiet, on the murder diet I've seen flesh turn from brown to violet Not one word, no need to dial it, hes expired This is no longer desired And last hired, until somone saw it in the streets I'm the n***a [?] [Hook:]x2