you believe in a religion based on money and greed send money please the church needs all your cheese so follow my lead and get on your knees [Chorus] Hold up
Vertaling: Aanwezigheid. Hold Up.
believe in a religion based on money and greed send money please the church needs all your cheese so follow my lead and get on your knees [Chorus] Hold up
years and we still runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (You can turn the track up a little bit for me) But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together (All up
it, I shouldn't be so popular Name keep poppin' up, face keep poppin' up On the tube, I'm just watching Paki box 'em up How would I know HBO would got
paper 'bout? Throw them G's up Show your watch off, roll your sleeve up New plates on it, hold them keys up We buy the bar out, baby drink up It's
What's up, baby girl? (Ho) Thought I had to talk to you again Missing you (Hey, ey, ey, ey) Tim is missing you, Missy's missing you Rashad is missing
Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence She knows what Daddy taught her, it's lessons Black princess it's a ugly world I put my life up for yours
Slay pointed at you The end of your beginning, before you even get it started You fucked up, now you in the presence of a heartless Nigga, from out
the ickies, all up and down state We gonna keep it straight like that We straight out for gold You call it Chi-town it's still our town Holding it
to party hot, we used to be in the Hampton's partied alot We was The Breakfast Club you was a part of the ROC We used to make up special names for
way A funk a day keeps the nose away, ain't it true? I ain't gonna hold the lettuce, the pickles or the mustard (Yo) Step up and dance until I tell you
Black, White, Puerto Rican or Asian European, Cape Verdean. - Creole or Cajun! Domestic, international. - Even cosmopolitan College girls, housewives, workin' or you modellin'. (hold up
ya room like I'm cookin up hickory Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em Cuz the Pips be stinky
into your presence Do I now know what it means? In my mind, I hold the passion Panacea for the poison My bruised and battered body Washes up upon the
, fellow like my self best believe (Pussy) I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve But that night the Jagermeister had my sleeves rolled up Wait a minute, hold up
