Hold Me - Original Mix

English translation

Yeah.

Machine Gun.

-Yeah. -Look here. I don't gang bang, ho.

I just gang bang these hoes. And I keep like eight J's rolled.

And I face 'em after my shows. And I got your main thing, bro.

On my ding-a-ling when she swanging, hanging like an orangutan.

But you don't really wanna bother me 'cause every one of my boys bang or aim. Cocaine, cocaine. My skin white like cocaine.

Mark'd up like them old trains. And I keep the hood with the slow lane. Propane, propane.

Spark that shit like propane. On the east side of my domain. Bitch, I kick more shit than

Liu Kang. Now hold on. Shut up. Who remembers my come up?

Who, who, who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach?

Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?

'Cause I don't remember them bitches, but them hoes remember me. I done got two phones, I don't call shit.

Rob boy 'cause I start shit. Rager 'cause I mosh pit. And this A stands for anarchist. My heart is

Antarctic. Burn one and get car sick.

Floating like a carpet, bitch I'm higher than the starship. Tatted up so I can't work. You would think I got paid first.

Tear that pussy up to frame. You would think that bitch gave birth.

All these sins, you would think that I hate church.

And they said thou shall not steal, but fuck that, I'll take hers. Hold on. Shut up. Who remembers my come up?

Who, who, who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach?

Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?

'Cause I don't remember them bitches, but them hoes remember me. Now hold on. Shut up. Hold on. Shut up. Hold on.

Shut up. Hold on. Shut up. Yeah. Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G? 'Cause

I don't remember them bitches, but them hoes remember me. Now hold on.

I remember these hoes. I remember these niggas. Fuck niggas, bitches too.

All I see are these figures. Got my taxes on, that's taxy life.

I ain't seeing these niggas. Chance of seeing, chance of R. A. , three out of three of these niggas.

All bark, no bite. All rap, no white.

You a her friend or you a my friend, so we can be friends, well alright. Machine Gun, we got one. Machine Gun, I got one. See me,

I'm a real nigga. He probably mad at me 'cause he not one. This straight Choppa

Music, no bite. Eighteen door nigga, Snow White.

You can bet a nigga if I said a nigga ten out of ten, it's no right. Tell me what's not to love, why hate?

Want a real answer, nigga, now wait.

Treat my 'Rari like I'm in a roller derby, put shoes on it, I skate.

Say you don't like me, nigga, you don't know me, nigga, shit's down to me, that's hate.

Say you wanna rap about it, you wanna talk about it, and they live the shit and that's fake.

Say if it's coming back and it's locking up, sound like to me that's a play.

Say you don't rock with me, you don't fuck with me, steady fucking 'round me, that's great.

Hold on. Shut up. Who remembers my come up?

Who, who, who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach? Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it

G? 'Cause I don't remember them bitches, but them hoes remember me. Now hold on.

Shut up. Hold on. Shut up. Hold on. Shut up. Hold on. Shut up. Yeah.

Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?

'Cause I don't remember them bitches, but them hoes remember me.

Hold on. Shut up. Who remembers my come up?

Who, who, who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach? Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it

G? 'Cause I don't remember them bitches, but them hoes remember me. Now hold on.

Shut up. Hold on. Shut up. Hold on. Shut up. Hold on. Shut up. Yeah.

Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?

'Cause I don't remember them bitches, but them hoes remember me. Now hold on.