just we?ll never take things for granted CHORUS Hold on (hold on), lady, hold on We?ve got to go on now This feelin? so strong Hold on (hold on), lady, hold on
ترجمة: خدعة الصخرة. اصمدوا.
Mozart shit, right here [Inspectah Deck] Yo, I used to scramble hard, radio strapped, to the handlebars Fifty deep, in the lobby large, rocking camouflage Dark Caesar holding
club My man is half thug Giving me pound and holdin grudge Feelin my shit So I can put a lock on your clik Your style is past tense Hold on, Hold on You
solar With thug niggaz wit names like Bullet Head and Cobra Street niggaz be feelin' the nights gettin' cold, the rock Bear skin furs like Australian polar Hang up on
Get the royal blue nab and swing my way On some real party shit if you hold your way I can hold mine, you wanna battle blow some lines? Rocks gleam on
Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
land And we must resist them on every level. As outsiders we have few right with which to oppose them, But on our own, together, we seek them. They have
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it on The West-side nigga, we ballers for real (Ridin' ride on what we be?) For real, I got it bought
to get you on the team heres a telogram i like my boots to be the tims and i can see you from behind through my rims but sham wizard just take a look
on the visions that buzz, bet on the kitten's escape, solder the piston to pump out a veteran amplifier. And magnify through the same lens that set the ants on
shammin' Stop, hold up, pause, wait Stop, hold up, pause, wait Stop shammin' Stop, hold up, pause, wait Stop, hold up, pause, wait Stop shammin' Stop, hold
my way On some real party shit if you hold your way I can hold mine You wanna battle blow some lines Rocks gleam on the top of my wrist You want this
me on the record and watch, you get your ass kicked Catch me on church ave, flickin blunt ashes [rah digga] Crazy, thinkin I can't rock buttas Wont
club My man is half thug Giving me pound and holdin grudge Feelin my shit So I can put a lock on your clik Your style is past tense Hold on, hold on You
all Watcha come around here fo!!! I'm askin all y'all Watcha come around here fo!!! Verse 3: baby sham It makes alot of sense When you see sham in black
