Hold Up (Letra)

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[Intro: Nelly]
Can I get a hey hey?
I get a ho ho
Can I get a hey hey?
I get a ho ho

[Verse 1: Murphy Lee]
[Verse One].. What’s it gon be today? (Let’s see)
The yellow Benz or the red Navi’
Iny, miny, ony, mo
That’s the way I pick when I’m ready to roll
Murph Dert got the limos wit his vehicles
(Yeah that’s the way it go when you got money to blow)
Ho! well then, say no mo’
Just think, I was on my way to the sto’
I got scratched but I don’t got nails
Got my own truck but I wanna drive trails
Plus I won a house in ATL and that depends on my sales
And I’m tryin’ to get a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I aint talkin’ bout no signin’ bonus (uh-uh)
‘Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I’m not a restroom so aint no need to stall
I don’t run or walk now so I can give it to em all

[Hook: Nelly]
Say hold up, wait a minute
Lemme put some pimpin’ in it
Now, big booty I’m recommendin’
And I aint been in this spot for a minute

Say hold up, wait a minute
She wanna get derrty wit it
Now, baby girl wanna handle her business
So I guess we’ll be back when we finish

I don’t wanna leave by myself
(Boy, you aint gotta leave by yoself)
Ooh.. Shiit, Taxi!

[Verse 2: Murphy Lee]
[Verse Two] I call her back from an earlier week
4 in the mornin’ they be like (Mm-mm nah I aint asleep)
Career whore, stay on top of convenient stores
Get pictures of me in they Victoria Secret drawers
Keep summin hot on tour, couldn’t keep anything hotter
Make sure they know before what is really in store
I adore the ones that call me Tohri, true story
I created hoodrats, so these new models bore me
See I load up the 7 wit 7’s, for 8’s I can’t wait
9’s be one time and Dimes we won’t date
So now I got 11’s and 12’s
Wit at least 13 or 14 reasons why they fine as hell
I hit em up like Blu Cantrall
He-he-he-he-he-he-he-hell
I remember when you smashed the bail
I’m just a, derrty who can and you hatas stand out
I’m like the pie in the window, I’m just too damn hot

[Hook: Nelly]
Say hold up, wait a minute
Lemme put some pimpin’ in it
Now, big booty I’m recommendin’
And I aint been in this spot for a minute

Say hold up, wait a minute
She wanna get derrty wit it
Now, baby girl wanna handle her business
So I guess we’ll be back when we finish

I don’t wanna leave by myself
(Boy, you aint gotta leave by yoself)
Ooh..Shiit, Taxi!

[Verse 3: Murphy Lee]
[Three] (Can I get a hey hey?
Can I get a ho ho?)
Not you the one behind ya girl
I done spit 2 verses tryin’ to find ya girl
And if you need a sex deal, lemme sign ya girl
Just give me your information
And I’ll keep you in heavy rotation
I wanna touch you wherre the sun don’t shine
I got a watch but I don’t got time
So if you wit it, then you wit that’s good
Cuz if you not then I could simply take you back to the hood
…Cuz I love my hoes
Pimpin’ aint easy but it’s under control
I got a lot of shit in me but I’m a commode
Cell phone, arrea code overload
I called Mannie in Louisian-ny
Said the MO’s is off the hook and make em move they fanny

[Hook: Nelly]
Say hold up, wait a minute
Lemme put some pimpin’ in it
Now, big booty I’m recommendin’
And I aint been in this spot for a minute

Say hold up, wait a minute
She wanna get derrty wit it
Now, baby girl wanna handle her business
So I guess we’ll be back when we finish

Say hold up, wait a minute
Lemme put some pimpin’ in it
Now, big booty I’m recommendin’
And I aint been in this spot for a minute

Say hold up, wait a minute
She wanna get derrty wit it
Now, baby girl wanna handle her business
So I guess we’ll be back when we finish

I don’t wanna leave by myself
(Boy, you aint gotta leave by yoself)
Ooh..Shiit, Taxi!

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Hold Up (Letra)

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Verse 1
The world is mine
but it ain’t no cakewalk getting signed
getting my chance to shine
who really has my interests in mind
why you shovin’ me from behind
every time I decide to sign on the dotted line
without a product
there ain’t no sales
if money is divine
then I’m the holy grail
so don’t be forgettin’ to listen to the rhyme
when the guitar wails
if all else fails
just remember that I’m the stitch
that holds together all this shit
which makes everyone of y’all my bitch

Pre-Chorus
With this kiss
I am your Judas
and I stand with wounded wrist
I’ll never make it through this
I twist your cross ninety degrees
I breathe hellfire and boil the seas
satan doesn’t exist under the soil and trees
they planted a seed
and made 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 a minute
don’t wanna jump right in it
let me soak this all in
Verse 2
Shut your mouth
don’t bring that mouth down south
you’ll get your tongue ripped out
this is my house
you wanna be talkin’ trash
then keep on walkin’ fast
you ain’t gonna last
tryin’ to pimp like Shaft
you make me laugh
and you smell real bad
I could set you up with a nice warm bath
it’s Slim keepin’ it thin
don’t make come over there and kick your ass
and all that jazz
and all these rhymes
that go buck
like ten dimes
just tryin’ to open your eyes wide
so you don’t go blind

(Pre-Chorus)

(Chorus)

Bridge
Gradually
I begin to see
everything that stands in front of me
cowards facing their insecurities
by attacking me
when I’m down on my knees
stealing my air
when it’s hard to breathe
manipulating people
to make them believe
I pity you bitch
you ain’t shit to me
I run the show now
so set your ego free

(Chorus)

Hold Up (Letra)

Beyonce

Pop

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Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you
Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you
Back up, they don’t love you like I love you
Step down, they don’t love you like I love you
Can’t you see there’s no other man above you?
What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you
Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you
Oh, down, they don’t love you like I love you

Something don’t feel right
Because it ain’t right
Especially comin’ up after midnight
I smell your secret, and I’m not too perfect
To ever feel this worthless
How did it come down to this?
Going through your call list
I don’t wanna lose my pride, but I’ma fuck me up a bitch
Know that I kept it sexy, and know I kept it fun
There’s something that I’m missing
Maybe my head for one

What’s worse, lookin’ jealous or crazy?
Jealous or crazy?
Or like being walked all over lately, walked all over lately
I’d rather be crazy

Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you
Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you
Back up, they don’t love you like I love you
Step down, they don’t love you like I love you
Can’t you see there’s no other man above you?
What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you
Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you
Slow down they don’t love you like I love you

Let’s imagine for a moment
That you never made a name for yourself
Or mastered wealth
They had you labeled as a king
Never made it out the cage
Still out there movin’ in them streets
Never had the baddest woman in the game
Up in your sheets
Would they be down to ride?
No, they used to hide from you, lie to you
But y’all know we were made for each other
So I find you and hold you down
Me sing se

Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you
Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you
Back up, they don’t love you like I love you
Step down, they don’t love you like I love you
Can’t you see there’s no other man above you?
What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you
Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you
Slow down they don’t love you like I love you

Oh it is such a shame
You let this good love go to waste
I always keep the top tier, 5 star
Backseat lovin’ in the car
Like make that wood, like make that wood
Holly like a boulevard

What’s worse, lookin’ jealous or crazy?
Jealous or crazy?
Or like being walked all over lately
Walked all over lately
I’d rather be crazy

Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you
Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you
Back up, they don’t love you like I love you
Step down, they don’t love you like I love you
Can’t you see there’s no other man above you?
What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you
Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you
Oh, down, they don’t love you like I love you

I hop up out the bed and get my swag on
I look in the mirror, say, “What’s up? ”
What’s up, what’s up, what’s up
I hop up out the bed and get my swag on
I look in the mirror, say, “What’s up? ”
What’s up, what’s up, what’s up

Hold Up (Letra)

Mc Eiht

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Eiht:

We sending this one out right here
To all the young thug and young hustlers out there
You know i’m sayin’, grown up with their moms strugglin’
In the hood yo’ i’m sayin’, ya know how it is
Trying to keep it tight, you know i’m sayin’
Geah

Born and raised a black youth, no happy days
My moms and pops went they separate ways
Now she solo with half the dough, and three kids
No house, a damn tight situation we in
Hit the streets to look for work and pay
So her kids can have it better than she had one day
Try to teach me some rules, "get a’s in school
Keep your head up high and don’t run with the fools"
That was the lesson, always listen to moms
Bible she totin, always quotin from psalms
Young but i’m knowin’ the right thang to do
Know the things to say when times is blue
Times is hard and really unfortunate
I’m young and i really don’t like the shit
But i dream nice things when i sleep at night
When i grow up i’ll make everything alright
Sing

Soultre’:

I know it’s hard sometimes
But if you can make a way, you need to hold up
I know a better way
And if you can wait today it’ll be alright…

Eiht:

Now i’m 15, my life done hit a split screen
What used to be a good kid struck a bad gene
Bad dreams, young thugs and crime scenes
Skip school, saggin’ my jeans and blow green
My moms don’t know where i get the shit from
If you keep trippin’ you know the outcome
Laid up somewhere, or in jail
Makin’ collect calls tryin’ to make bail
Hell, and you know how i struggle for the cheddar
Before i give it away better get it together
My guilty conscience sayin’ not no listen
The other have tellin’ me, keep a good intention
Aw shit, a nigga need a mind of his own
Too much to deal with, i really don’t feel shit
Young thug ready to take on the world
Who made my life take such a twirl
C’mon

Chorus…

Now my situation’s changed, no chains remain
Now i try to check out the game and cause pain
Long live the days of homeboys and straps
Gang of tombstones for the ones that caught caps
Make snaps off raps, reminiscin’ of days
Good part is shot up while ‘more bounce’ plays
Missin the days sometimes, but keeps my eyes on the future
Keep my hands on my heat cause niggas might shoot ya
Rob a nigga blind, just like stevie
I used to do the same when a nigga was greedy
But my come-up was wrong, flipped it, now it’s strong
Now i clocks snaps, keep the street shit in my songs
Trying to make it up on a stage from doin’ a bid
Trying to make a better way like she did for my kids
Right now watch out, keep my nose to the grind
Yeah boy, this world is mine
Geah

Chorus…