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Slum Village - Hold Tight (Feat. Q-Tip) (2000)
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Slum Village
Slum Village
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
James Dewitt Yancey
James Dewitt Yancey
Songwriter:in
T. Glover
T. Glover
Songwriter:in
R.L. Altman III
R.L. Altman III
Songwriter:in
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jay Dee
Jay Dee
Produzent:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh, hold tight, this is the last time you hear me
I'm out now, this is the last time to cheer me
**** in the game is getting too slimy
Liable to make this peace brother turn grimy
I'ma leave it in the hands of the Slum now
Take it away from where it comes from now
A lot of you cats in the music business
Shiftless, I'll put you on the shit list
Did your intuition say to shit on me?
[Verse 2]
I'ma just flip your ears, yo you hearing me, B?
D'Angelo, play your piano
Jay Dee, flip another beat for me
Hold tight with Baatin and my **** T3
Busta bust, watch out for who you trust
Ali Shaheed, it's your blood that I bleed
Yes, Phife, for you I will give my life
It's the Ummah shit for real till there's no more light
All you foul motherfuckers change your wrong to right
Make sure y'all bring the music to the area flight
Hold tight
[Verse 3]
Hold ti-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Hold tight. get ya ass back, what you did, yo
Hold tight, the S V, what you did, though
Hold tight
[Verse 4]
You don't pay attention, man
That's why your money is the size of your attention span
Yo, there's something I gotta mention, damn
Who the fuck is this sitting in my session, man?
This is my project, ho, not some MC Shan
Not yours, what's your intentions, man?
You probably bootlegging my tape at a concession stand
[Verse 5]
What the fuck, **** never learn they lesson, man
I try my best not to hold a Smith and Wesson, man
But, I gotta hold something, 'cause **** test you, man
Anyway, yo, keep it moving, keep the questions and
Maybe I can bless you with the test presses, man
Until then, hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
Hold tight
[Verse 6]
Guess who's making this cheese, these cash, these dust
So much cash in my hand that I got paper cuts
Tryna become a winner, tryna get with us
Uh, that's one of the reasons I had to fuck you up
I caught you peepin' in my window tryna see what I'm doing
So I pulled out the 45 and commenced to start shooting
See, I missed with every bullet 'cause you was keeping it moving
Now that's a some **** to watch what you doing
So hold tight
[Verse 7]
Hold tight, hold t-tight
Hold tight, hold, yo, keepin' it tight
[Verse 8]
You don't understand
I've been doing this shit since Duran Duran
I'ma move some more paper cash, bought land
I'm outta this, 'cause you don't appreciate
I step up in the place trying to cultivate
You sipping on your Tanqueray whilst we levitate
You ain't got no reason to celebrate
You caught up in my trap, sealing your fate
Never was it once you cooperate
Which led you just self-destruct inside your hate
I hope you're feeling better now
[Verse 9]
Hold tight to my rhyme, ****, don't cry
It's alright, you can move at your own pace
Altogether now, hold tight
Ho-ho, ho-hold tight
Hold tight, oh-oh-hold tight
Hold tight
Written by: James Dewitt Yancey, R.L. Altman III, T. Glover
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