Holdin’ it Down lyrics

[Intro]
5-4... 5-4... 5-4... 5-4... 5-4... ([---- Repeated several times)
YEEEEEEEEEEAAA!

[Chorus] (Repeat 2X)
We gon' hustle, grind (grind!), stack (stack!), paperz (paperz!)
Pimp hoez (pimp!), kick do's (kick!), duck-tape, caperz (duck! yea!)
Smoke (smoke!), dro (dro!), drank (drank!), Hen (Hen!)
For n*ggas holdin' it down from the block to the pen (YEA!)

[Verse 1]
Dirty South, dirty mouth, yes, I'm guilty n*gga
Keep a pistol by my side for dem filthy n*ggas
To these b*tchez out there thinkin' they can tilt me n*gga
I'm a pimp by blood, you feel me n*gga?

Y'all got a track funky like f*ckin' wit no ??? for nuthin'
Who these b*tchez lovin'? Who these hoez wanna be huggin'?
When they see us in the club, the 5-4 be thuggin'
Dappin' and huggin', these n*ggas and b*tchez who give a f*ck and...

My n*gga the block hot, Glock on me
Tryina harm me n*gga, we gon' bring a whole army
Swarm like bee's, street bleed from squeeze armin'
Supreme cream team, open shop whip stormin'
n*gga, back da f*ck off me!
Repeat Chorus 2X

[Verse 2]
f*ck it, just lemme slide off into it
Pull out the rugerz, introduce you and yo kin to it
I hate the game, taught to neva be a friend to it
Still watchin' cornerz, and dem pistols put'em into it
I'm into it...

I gotta, hustle and fetish for dat dub-green lettuce
Bustin' ova n*ggas hatin' me like Jerome Bettis
Let it be known that I'm a lil' dirty red n*gga
Blowin' yo mind like hangin' wit thirty dred n*ggas

b*tch, I'm a 9th ward, die-hard, pull yo card n*gga
I'm from the N.O., downtown, 54 n*gga
Bustin' til it ain't' no mo n*gga, you'za hoe n*gga
Soon as you see me comin', you holdin' yo b*tchez close n*gga!

Repeat Chorus 2X

[Lil' Jon] (Repeat 2X)
f*ck y'all b*tchez, get fucced up b*tch
f*ck y'all b*tchez, get fucced up b*tch
You don't want none, you don't want none
You don't want none, you don't want none
YEEEEEEEEEAAA!!!

Repeat Chorus 2X