Hold It Down

Skoob and dray giving shoutouts*

Chorus:

Well give a buck-buck (here)
And a buck-buck (there)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands (in the air)
*repeat x3*

Verse 1: skoob

Ding! back in the ring yo it's the tag team jams (yeah yeah yeah)
So all rise for the honours balk, your lies mark your drum
Now i'm stronger and i'm faster, thicker than your pasta
I got more styles than most mc's can master
I'm (what?) d-wilin, (what?) three stylin (what what??) regardless
Beatin me is like the bills beatin dallas
Keep them shorts fro the midgets, there! i be the shit, it
And plus i light that ass up like the numerical digits
In my (beeper), cos we're throwin niggas in the (sleeper)
I'm dazin you like (etha), more hoodies than the (grim reaper)
Be on you everywhere, my style it ain't the everyday
It's better, we're sayin shit that other niggas never say (kid)
Cookin the flows (what?) to make your toes wanna tip (tip)
I used to be a wheel watcher til i got my whip (whip)
You see i walk with a (bop bop), i talk with the (slop slop)
Man, you like six bull balls in a slot (slot slot)
It's the abortion, son i'm launchin, quick to floor shit
Click-click now i'm on some quick draw mcgraw shit
For shit, now dice bring it back on the seal
Alright we get the busters, smoke blunts out the mill (yeah)

Chrous:

So get the buck-buck (here)
And the buck-buck (there)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the (air air)
With a buck-buck (here here)
And a buck-buck (buck here)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands (in the air)
With a buck-buck (here)
And a buck-buck (there there)
From the front to the (yeah rear)
Throw your hands (in the air)
With a buck-buck (here here)
And a buck-buck (there there give em)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (from the rear, throw your hands in the air, yeah)

Verse 2: dray

Well yo, the one is for my nuts (uhh), the two is for my penis (penis)
You see i can rock this microphone (yeah) from here to fuckin venus
Boy, i mean this, you've never seen this because you're corny (corny)
I'm sleepin on ya raps, i'm drinkin (yeah) nass because you're foamy
Wit that weak shit, i freak shit like i'm suppose ta (yeah)
Try to test my skills, word is bond (motherfucker), i'm gonna roast ya
(yeah)
I do this, they be like "who dis?" (who dis?), i break the answer (answer)
Krazy fuckin drayzie on the mic (yeah), i spread like (cancer)
So peep it (yeah) cos i'ma keep it straighter than an arrow
Niggas on my jive (why?) because i rock like a camaro
Back to rip the tribes so pack your vest, so check the flow (flow)
Some niggas wanna copy but they're soppy like joe (yo) joe (yo)
How i rip the shows on the mic (nightly)
Tell y'all niggas now there ain't a motherfucker like me!
(ya hype be), i'm slightly in the mood so watch me wreck shit (yeah)
Check shit, i be on some new improved (neck shit)
I flex shit, that's the way i flip it on a angle
You knows who i are, wear my star like the spangled
Banner, bust the grammar but i bring forth my knockers
If it ain't hip-hop (aiyyo)
Well then it gotta be some rockin (bow! bow! bow!)
I'm risin in your ???? and corn flakes, you're gonna lose me (lose me)
And if ya didn't know, one more here (this is why my nigga choose me)

Chorus:

So give a buck-buck
And a buck-buck there
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands (in the air)

With a buck-buck (here)
And a buck-buck (there)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the air
*repeat to fade*

Intro:

*alright* (x16)
No doubt
Aha, see what you want baby?
Check it out! one-two for my peeps like this, check it out

Verse 1: skoob

To the, aah, tick tick, my clique is mad thick so don't slip (yeah)
Cos mad nigga's throats gettin slit
By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister
You punk bitch, when the funk hit, the tongue twister (yeah)
It's the...now i'm the maniac with the flow (what?) ????
Til i knock out your regulars and your gold teeth (nigga)
Be doin my thing on a day-to-day (ha ha)
Some say i got too much posse like flavor flav
Books in reverse, the worst nigga out the clique (what?)
Ci-lo satan when i hit you with the triple 6
Your shit be stressin it's lessin, i'm flexin with the adjectives
Shittin on mc's like i just took a laxative
Now niggas know i gives a fuck about'cha crew
You try to keep up but got stuck like the two
Between nevers and atlantis, i kicks a frantic
And goddamn it, watch me and my man rock the planet
Like this, boy!

Hook:

*alright* (x8)

Verse 2: dray

Well uhh, one-two, comin thru next
Nigga krazy drayzie representin das efx
Stompin wit my crew comin thru your projects
Bring ya from the east so fuck the peace so if you spot us
You do us a fave bip, you pull your piece and shot em (baa!!)
You're makin dollars overseas (uhh), nigga please (uhh)
Squeeze these cos we're gettin paid by the g's wit ease (word up)
We're blowin up your fuckin spot (no doubt)
Cos when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not
Now everybody be the nicest but jesus christ this
It's a crisis, i kill em dead with my devices
My advice is you better learn a trade
Before you kick a rhyme and end up fuckin gettin sprayed
I keep you open like you're fuckin sessin me
You're just a pest of me, you'll never get the best of me
Cos justa me, the k-to-r-a-z-y
Use to rock fila, bettin like i'm eli
With houston your style in need of boostin
Your crew that need to stomp, no conk, you know you're losin
I put my dues in so you know it's only right
I gots ta hold it down so all my niggas hold tight (hold tight nigga)

Chorus (x14)

Verse 3: dray, skoob

To the, aah, boom bang, my slang is mad thick
My rappin antics'll keep em runnin fran-tic
The shit the man kick'll make ya fuckin ass sick
I bring you from the pit and never quit cos it's the krazy
Poppin all this shit cos his rhymers don't amaze me
It pays me to rock it so why not i stop it
I make it by the bucket so fuck it, i stock it
It's just for safe keepin so when i'm sleepin i sleep safe
I'm comin with my timbs in ya face (motherfucker)
Back in the place i'm gettin stupid in ya sector
I be the krazy drayzie, nigga check the way i wreck
Fuckin flow to final, motherfuck the title
My nigga dj dice is on the vinyl (motherfucker)
That's my recital, kid i flipped it til the end
I bring it from the sewer , here my nigga come again

The books in reverse kicks a verse
I'm takin it to ya face, i'm iggity on the case i persuit
To stomp an mc like grapes and then scrape em with the boot
I bring swing to the ring like luke doover
Diggity-got land like a cruiser, pop duke he rip a cougar
For pages, i kick it raw til my jaw caves in
Amazin and plus off-beat like caucasians
Me get done? never son, i hold it down for 7-1-a
Where niggas fuck around and where niggas lay
Ain't nuttin slim, i got game like tim hardaway
Fouls like the proudest so i'm labbin in rca
Aw shit, i got you buggin, flippin that shit that you lovin
Plus i got another back in the oven
Some heard the style and then construction on it
But they just touching on it, bitch ass niggas ain't got nuttin for it
C'mon, broke my blocks or i'll blow ya spot
I rock like that bald-headed nigga on fox
(so how we do?) no shorts from niggas or they fuckin girl and (what you
Got?)
More styles than the last got served (no doubt)
So if you wit me and you're higher than a hippie, hold tight
Cos e'rything gon' be aight! (no doubt)

Chorus to fade

Intro/chorus:

Dedicated dedicated to all the niggas gettin high
Dedicated dedicated to all the bitches actin fly
Dedicated dedicated to all the niggas runnin game
Dedicated dedicated to all the chicks that do the same

Verse 1: dray, skoob

Yo
Well if the honeys think i'm stuck up, i tell em "shut the fuck up"
And you can get'cha man, i bet a grand he gettin broke up
So whatta you wanna fuck around and get silly
Really? we're on the road again just like willie
Nelson, so what the hell son, no bore ya
Anoy ya when i spill the beans like lawyer
I saw ya, tried to pick my style, hit the balls
I guess you must be ready to die like biggie smalls

Diggity good heavens, it all started in the projects like the evans
But fuck the good times, we packin weapons
Want the fortune and the fame kid, you know the name kid, style reign
Puttin mc's thru style change
And if you want me then you got to come get me
I'm strictly fuckin niggas up like 1-50-
1, two rum shots chased precise
Two gun shots but it's sheisty, they wanna ice
Thinkin i might beat the hurt, i'm not him
And i'ma get paid and fool like rakim

Chorus (x2)

Verse 2: dray, skoob

Well here i come, word, yo this be my third release
I never let the honeys and the moneys get me geese, peace
To the crews payin dues in the background
How my rap sound? yo boogie banger bring it back now

Niggas with the runnin mile, your time's runnin out
I make it happen, niggas slackin, son they dumbin out
Actin fly, jack passed me by
Mmmah - you can kiss that black ass goodbye

No lie, see i fry your crew til they sizzle
Fizzle, you know the sewer style is unbizzle
Bull take a pull, lift your floor money pack
Backs before i put a whoopin on that ass

Ya not get the bones, split the el, stuff it well
Niggas bullshittin wonder how the fuck it sell
Now dig it, me and my man we came wit it
We snuffin motherfuckers out the way and like riddick
Admit it, i'm right to rough so tighten up
I'm audi for them niggas actin rowdy, lightin blunts, what?

Chorus (x4)

To all the niggas gettin high
Dedicated to all the bitches actin fly
Dedicated to all the niggas runnin game
Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same
Dedicated to all the niggas gettin high
To all the bitches actin fly
Dedicated to all the niggas who on the game kid
Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same

*shout outs*

Intro/chorus:

No diggedy - can i kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy - do we bring it real e'rytime?
No diggedy - can i kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy - das efx we rip it e'rytime
*repeat*

Verse 1: dray, books

Yo yo
Well biggity back from the gutter, ya beat the butter flow comin at'cha
Check the rapture that i miggity manufacture
Body snatcher, here to throw the pitch again
Gotta switch again because we back up in this bitch again (no doubt)
We roll like michelin, the rapper's know the pedigree
Flowin steadily, yo boogie banger rizzy ready g?

I'm miggity made of snakes-n-snails and rock wally tails
Jiggity joined by the balls in case all else fails
Higgity hails from the land of gunsling and i tell ya one thing
Diggity das efx we run things, hunting
Down hardcore clowns and love singers
And i got more styles than brooklyn got drug slingers (word up!)
Police oppress me, mc's wanna stiggity stress me
Tickity talkin more trash than a hefty
Heaven-to-betsy when dray spark the sess, we left
You faggot mc's marked for death

Chorus

Verse 2: dray, books

I line up rappers then i drop em like they're dominos (no diggedy!)
And naybody from their poppa to their momma knows (no diggedy!)
We got the flows to get ya hyper, plug up the mic-uh
Phiggity-phone and then it's on because i'm just the type-uh
And ain't no diggedy, i flow until infinity, you must be kiddin me
Ain't niggity nuttin gettin rid of me
Big up to pmd, forever gettin blunted
Flooded in the triple black benz 500

I riggity rap like saram from here to pakistan
Me and my man came to kick styles out the can
Fridge you with the flow, yo it's the big chill
Ship all pounds plus stack my grants in a hill
So you better set the *?backra?* or ya head'll splat
I smiggity smoked the pot that called the kettle black
Provoke and get your jiggity jaw broke
B-k-l-y-n we no joke!

Chorus

Verse 3: dray, books

Well yo the 1 is for them suckers, the 2 is for my shortys
The 3 is for my knuckers puffin els and crackin 40's
Diggy das efx you know the text we never slackin
We back and fliggity flex a nigga, check the rappin

Niggas be actin shady!!!!
So i got eyes behind my back and i biggity black the 80
Yo we crazy as they come smokin blunts by the carton
Beg your pardon but mc's is a pain like ????
Sharpen up your skills, it's on the real to break em down
My sound is strictly hardcore underground

Chorus x1 1/2

Intro/chorus:

Comin thru' wit my crew like this
Aah, i'm wit my crew like this, comin thru
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Uhh, wit my crew like this
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Boy what? wit my crew like this
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Uhh, wit my crew like this

Verse one: dray, skoob

Well yo, it's 1995 this the way my crew troop
I be the krayzie drayzie come to put'cha on the scoop
Like, to be a rapper nowadays is real handy
That's why all these niggas wanna be down like brandy
They huffin 'n' puffin but still ain't sayin nuffin
I see dem bluffin, they full of shit like stuffin
Uh, without rehearsal my style is universal
And i been drinkin st.ives before dem commercials
I puff a el everytime i gotta write again
So i can climb the fuckin charts like spiderman

Yo yo, i be the books but don't confuse me with scholasis
Boy, i'll still sink your head like i was st.john the baptist
Spot-blower especially when i'm not sober
Twisted in the head i'm seein red like october
Yo, the jibber-jabber, ain't a livin rapper deeper
Who get looser than the leaves up in my fuckin ????
Flavor like twice so you better rise up
Read the off-the-wall styles like ya game of flys up
No ruggle, i'm bout to shove anover
Blunt, where i two-talk, it's new york undercover
And i don't have pity, more raps than rap city
Got styles out the ass so call my raps shitty
Comin thru'

Chorus

Verse two: dray, skoob

I'm bringin it back wit my niggy, it's goin down no diggy
I riggity rock the miggity mic and got dreds like ziggy
Marley, don't own a harley, you're what they call me
Kickity krayzie drayzie on the mic so what you want g?
I'm rantin and ravin, still misbehavin
See i be causin trouble even since i started shavin
This ain't craig mack but black you know the flave
I briggity break that ass up just like super dave
I'm kiggity comin with a gangsta like boo boo
I put it thru you, ya stinkity stink like doo doo

Giggity guess who next up on deck for wreck?
Shit is on and my palms don't sweat
Forty days and nights get in some fights
To get this style piece and on before this water mic scored
Dat ass tried to slip a fast one by me
Claimin to represent the murderers like johnnie
Cochran, but ain't no stoppin when i'm diggity droppin
For dump, forgotten, the low down dirty rotten
Juvenile delinquents cos i still stink wit ghetto flavour
Distortin my behaviour (check it out)
Tootz, i'm in it for the panties, fuck the grammys
It's the books, style underground
Lounge with the tootz on some ol' major look-type shit
And when i come thru i'm wit my crew like this
Comin thru

Chorus

(comin thru wit my crew like this)
Comin thru, what? blowin up the spot, punk you know we never miss
(comin thru wit my crew like this)
(yeah yeah, i'm wit my crew like this)
Uh comin thru

*conversation to end*

(the way it's goin down in the underground)
*repeat*

Chorus (x3):

We just be knockin niggaz off, knockin niggaz out

Verse 1: dray, skoob

Well let me get busy on the track one time, who's this?
It's diggity das efx and, yo, you know we never miss (never miss uh)
Cos son you know i get mine a day
I don't play so hey, check the shit i say (dray)
I'm comin thru with the flow and, yo, my nigga boogie banger
Flipped from here all the way to alabama
And, yo, you know i gots to get nice, precise
And plus i get the slice from dice
So boogie banger,and i know you got my back
React, cos on the track you never come wack

Yo the boogie banger bringin danger to the rap game (no doubt)
I kick a rhyme and rip the spine out'cha back frame
Yeah, i'm at the peak of my career
And wacked niggaz ain't got a motherfuckin prayer
I swear this day must be my lucky (why?)
Cos niggaz wants ta be me and bitches wanna fuck me

Chorus (x2)

Verse 2: skoob

Sufferin suckertash, another smash is in the makers, niggaz hatin
My stiggity styles, they bringin home the bacon
It's the east coast niggaz, we roast niggaz like whatevers
My place or your place, noplace to levers
Hot 'n' tated, i ain't afraid of you
Mc's who wanna test me, so let's see what you made've
Put ya batter up and you'll get your batter shot
No matter what season, i'm comin thru, ha
Chop-fullin nut-swingin the funk worker
I quick to flip a mic just like a wave can flip a surfer
I'm first to rope a dragon, and the oki-choki style be a forgotta
For nutta, when i heat up the flow i spit lava
Packin 'istol that cream your army like some ??? crystal
Wipin out mc's like i had the fuckin swiffle
It's too tragic, fat like blue magic, you faggot
I bring your whole fuckin crew saggy

Chorus (x4)

Verse 3: dray

Yah, uh, yo
Well um, here i come so do me if you can
But i'ma end this shit like pmd did mc sham (yeah yeah nigga)
I keep it goin, son you know i never stop
We hold it down the block and got the real hip-hop
Now cock your glock and money bust a few
The crew - it's diggity das efx i though you knew

Chorus (x6)

(the way it's goin down in the underground)
(the underground)

Yo it's the slick fuckin trick-tight nigga from the heights again
I'm gettin nice again as the pussy's like *?micalin?*
So i pretend to be somethin that you ain't
You got me laughin til the fuckin bank'll bust, i'll do ya somethin sick
I'm bad to the bone, gnaws at the gristle
Puttin the squeeze on niggas so (what?) fuck mr whipple
If you live along my end, yeah baby girl i might tickle (c'mon)
I drink gold e like fred d drank the ripple
Word to god, niggas wanna play hard rap-a-dosis
That shit got to go, i cock back, shot the flow pow!
Caught, now hook em to the respirator drip
The shit bag to his hip while he vision in the escalator
Now play the humble in the tunnel with the bright light
At the end of it, word is bond, time to end this shit

Chorus:

Here we go
Here we go yo, time to get dumped
Yeah that's how it is yo and that's how it go
*repeat x3*

Well guess who's next up to flex, no need to introduce
We're holdin down the spot just like the pimps that wanna 40-deuce
So here's the story, kid you bore me, don't ignore me
You're gettin killed in my territory (word up)
You think ya clever son but you're never son
Gonna get a chance to fuckin call me like edison
I think ya better run cos i'm comin at'cha
And what the fuck you gonna do when i catch ya
Ya little bastard ya get the last hit
When i blast it you're gonna end up in a fuckin casket
I kicks the mad shit, i come to show the flow
You're fuckin with a pro but yo i guess by now ya know, so

Chorus

Well now i got you niggas stumblin, i see you fumblin, kill the mumblin
Cos when i'm on the track i'm never wacked when i be rumblin
Like dis, like dat, i'm fatter than the fattest
Niggas wish they had this, they know my style's the fuckin baddest
You got the saddest but yo you're just a pussy
My fuckin girl'll make you do the wa-toosie
You need protection when in my section
With the injection, the number one in my fuckin collection
I blast off like a rocket, so don't knock it
Til you try it, i come deep like a riot
Ya can't deny it, i keep it on lock
A 40 and a blunt motherfucker and you don't stop
I'm on the scene with the nicotine puffer
I gut ya clean and make ya fuckin spleen rupture
Nice with the ways is the dazed axe nigga
I know a lotta rap figures and pushin-crack niggas
Perhaps wacked niggas need to play the back step
I got styles with days but styles ain't even hatch-ed
I'm super fly hatin but never violatin
We use to smoke a pound a week but now we're gettin higher lately
Rhyme-sayers need prayers cos sniper's gettin hot
When you make the sign of the cross, x marks the spot
Ill clips to my ribs with my niggas to the side
3-80 stash in the 3-25
Oops i'm at the eight now, bees think i push
More rock than mr slay, i'm fat like ricki lake

Chorus

Here we go
Here we giddo, time to get diddo
That's how it is yo, axe how we go

Here we go
Here we go, time to get dough
That's how it is yo, axe how we go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time to get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how we go

Here we giddo, time to get diddo
That's how it is yo, act like we kniddow
Word up

Intro:

Aight, 1-2 yeah yeah yeah (yeah son)
On the mic one time (no diggedy)
For your motherfuckin mind
(*ready to rock rough rhymes*----> redman) yeah
We're gonna set it off one time
(*ready to rock rough rhymes*)
Here we go, yeah yeah
(yo p, yo d why them bitches be on your dick, let em know son)

Verse 1: pmd, c-dogg

Cos i does a little dance, make a little love
I get the fuck down tonight
Yo i'm lethal like injections, teachin niggas lessons
I fry that ass up like i'm wessun
So come equipped and i don't slip (why?)
Cos if you slip i sink that ass just like a ship
I got the mic in my grip, the heat is on my hip
Just in case niggas wanna flip
I see my niggas in sight, everything aight
Comin out of fuckin crown heights
Ain't no chips on my shoulder, strictly boulders
My shit be on point like a soldier
It's the evil that men do, who we do?
I do you and your whole fuckin clique
Click, the gun is on cock, niggas need to stop
I wet that ass up like a mop

Well lord, yeah just to follow my man on the verse
It's the c-dogg yeah time to call a hearse
So back up off the mic and let me rumble thru your woofer
I got rough but know i'ma get rougher
It's the quart drinker so turn up the level
I came to get raw plus wicked like the devil
It's the no-hold-barred, shit is wild
I got the eye to the double l
And i don't be no rookie or no beginner
I gets badder than a motherfuckin sinner

Hook (x8):

(*ready to rock rough rhymes*)

Verse 2: c-dogg, pmd

Ready to rock rough rhymes
It's the c-dogg back with 12 new rides
Wit the ill all-out tight shit for your head
It's the man that'll make nigga's rhymes proper dead
So get ready, always on my worst behaviour
Up in the booth yeah breakin mad flavors
So back up off the mic and let me show my skill
It's the scheme, yeah niggas got to chill
Peace to my nigga dl wit the beat
And peace to all my niggas on union street
And to ya fake ass niggas keep on walkin
A dl year, the whole e is talkin

Oh yeah, bringin up the rear and we don't front (never that nigga)
We're comin mad thick and we're on the hunt
So why you wanna test and end up in a mess
I'm comin mad wilder than the west
I leave you sooped like a sale, i never fail
I boost a track up like the third rail
Fake mc's endangered like a species
Your shit stinks like motherfuckin faeces
I'm chillin and relaxin in the maxin
Your style is improper like a fraction
Yo i'm out to get mine (get yours nigga)

Hook

Verse 3: dray, books

Well lemme come and get a little bit, son i'm feelin it, it's the bubbly
Niggas know the deal i got the steel in case the trouble-be
Got more coupe-rs than isuzu, kid i bruise you
Abuse you, my sewer style will confuse you
I got the touch so niggas spark the dutch
I'm guaranteed to rip and bend your microphone, now touch and plus
We kick that ass back up off just like a lear
See ya and too bad i wouldn't wanna be ya
Y'know the deal when i see ya, nigga chalk it up
Cos if a nigga think he got the flow, i sop it up
So now get up so you can hear the rest of this
Yo boogie banger show them why we be the best at this

Yo, yo niggas bust this, a nigga do justice like day
We're walkin down the street, we're watchin bitches like slay
Niggas rave and rant but can't get it, dig it
Shit is on lock and motherfuckers can't pick it
I'm runnin with fools with more jewels than freddy blassy
My rap drivin niggas crazy like a taxi
Perhaps we should leave ya layin on ya back
I'm richer than richie rich and quicker with the gat, black!
For the cash i bash ya head to make ya stutter
Then i hit you with the toast for fuckin with bread and butter, cousin
Nigga a-hah, laugh then stash the tracy
The limit's the sky, i'm stayin high like aces
But doper, my styles is fat like al roker
Chiggity choke a nigga to sleep, i don't know ya
Biggity blow your mind, fuck the beef and fuck the swine
Nigga i'm

Hook

Son, ha, diggy das, diggy das, diggy das
Solid scheme, word bond son (shit come thick)
Y'nah how we do!