Woorden:
The Living End Hold Up

nobody speak Everybody on the floor Don't mess around with me Put it in the bag boys Then we're on our way All the money in the bag We'll count it up

t nobody speak Everybody on the floor Don't mess around with me Put it in the bag boys Then we're on our way All the money in the bag We'll count it up

lose your fate Another moment is a moment away I can't tell you what the future holds Or how to live All I know is what feels right Lights up my life

on chrome Yo we don't stall we ball while you playin the wall We in the middle of the danceflo', gettin off Gotta bunch of hot chicks gettin live with us At the end

You leaned over and said you want me Girl, when the valet pull the Benz up Off to the crib, shawty, where we gonna end up Girl, sit back, relax, hold up

up) And when the truth goes bang the shouts splatter out (Revolutionize your lives and find a way out) And when you're growing down instead of growing up

Something empty's within 'em We say Yeah! With fists flying up in the air Like we're holding onto something That's invisible there, 'Cause we're living

that big, and her stomach rock solid On Rodeo Drive, walkin in her Roberto Cavalli I should probably walk up to the register and say "I got it" Go and pick up

i be gunning and blowing and and i be stitching and sewing up everything up in this bitch, lets go everybody that i'ma come and i'ma kill 'em when we step up