opened the window so let's not close the shade Holdin' on 'cause the memory of you is something I just can't erase Holdin' on I don't know what to do
the window So let's not close the shade CHORUS Holdin' on 'Cause the memory of you Is something I just can't erase Holdin' On I don't know what to do '
Traduction: Chicago. Holdin 'On.
our little purple star Too good for earth you are (I miss you) [Chorus: Jay-Z (Aaliyah)] Houston's missng you L.A.'s missing you DC's missing you Chicago
stuff You never gonna learn in school Comes easy in this part of town I brought my sticks, we're sittin' in, all night Better be quick, gotta hold on
: Chingy] We gettin' in, the Lou Twenty-twos, on old school They gettin' it in Miami, kickin' it wit no rules They gettin' it in Chicago, playas holdin
90 miles outside chicago Can't stop driving I don't know why So many questions I need an answer Two years later you're still on my mind Whatever happened
Making you ?? Tss tsss tsss, I'ma roll with the hot I'ma flow from the soul when you can't hold me back Ke-ke-keep on keep on rolling the track I'ma simply
too many cigarettes? Is he coughing now? On a bathroom floor? For every speck of tile There's a thousand more You won't ever see But most hold inside
circuit breaker, flickin the light switch The kid like is he known for givin you wild hits I keep my name on the way on top of the now list Bangin on
and capitalize and hold on your stash Fuck the slouches, we keep it moving and no looking back A lot of lost motherfuckers stuck on what they gonna be
wind, might hit Chicago She might pick the cargo (yea) Let's skip Apollo Carlos Brados [? ] My Picasso (what) We ride or die (die) She my little vato [? ] Ross [Aubrey:] Can't hold
with a record machine When it comes to rockin' she's the queen We love to dance on a Saturday night All alone where I can hold her tight But she lives on
i went through to avoid you and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention i still hate you but there's a light on in chicago and
thing free Back home [Common:] Back home they holler "disciple" and "blackstone" Same block they freebase yo we trapped on Where our grandmothers marched The guns clap on
