Bun-B Hold you Down Lyrics:
Hey, Hey, we keepin it treal, samba baby
[Chorus:]
If u need love I'm lovin, if u need a thug I'm
thuggin, if u need a hustla, whatever u need girl I'ma hold u down,
need a lil dough we flippin got somewhwere to go
I'm whippin, be a love hustla whatever u need girl
I'ma hold u down
[Bun B]
Bun B da I'ma man amongst men my chain is white
gold my steel is Tungsten I'm made of tough skin u
gon respect me (hold up) take mo then a average
nigga to check me I'ma rider till the wheels go
ballin they blow out (damn) one hundred and one
percent G and its no doubt that if u need a man to
make u feel secure then baby u ain't gotta look no
more I got the cure
U want money and jewels (jewels) u want clothes
and cars (cars) wanna live VIP rubbin shoulders
wit stars (stars) wanna fly in G4's (4's) or sail
the seas then your wish is my command u can do
what ya please (hey) the lap of luxury is what
you'll be layin in just respect the playa and the
game that he's playin in (forreal) I can show u a
side of life u never seen (huh) cuz even the king
of the treal need his self a queen
[Chorus]
[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/zbZ ][Mike Jones]
See all that listenin to them hoes in your ear
gotta quit I see they smile when I'm around when I
leave they talk shit they just mad cuz I got u
flippin jags poppin tags brand new clothes u can't
tell by the tag I don't mean to boast and brag but
them hoes around u hatin they just waitin on u to
slip so I could leave yo ass with nathan then when
I do that they gon back door and try to holla
hopin I'ma do them like you and drop them off some
dollas but I ain't cuz I can't afford to go back
down that road I'd rather stay on my J-O and stack
a bank roll but I ain't cuz I can't afford to go
back down that road I'd rather stay on my J-O and
stack a bank roll but if u real and u down and in
public you don't clown holla at me ill be around
(mike jones) but if u real and u down and in
public you don't clown holla at me ill be around
Yea
[Chorus]
I been puttin it down nigga and holdin my grounds
nigga from off the mound nigga we duckin them
clowns nigga takin they crown nigga and shovin the
town nigga rocks off the ground got the cush by
the pounds nigga ankle blingin baby wrist on
freeze got the pinky on the ice love a bitch wit
gold teeths nigga hot girl nigga lovin the G keep
the work under the seat she do it for me take a
trip to port arthur the beach tell her homie
hold it down cuz we hustle to eat and got me
feelin like I lost my jones since I done lost my home
so H town is on and nuttin change cuz the palms
got chrome nigga do this in the early cuz we
gettin it on and baby girl u could shop alone and
fly the four to France and take a hundred bones
[Chorus]Lyrics: Hold you Down, Bun-B [end]