together, if you're here You are the one who holds me up when I come down You are the one who I can trust You are the one who holds me up when I
if you're here 'Cause you are the one Who holds me up when I come down You are the one who I can trust You are the one Who holds me up when I fall
Traduction: Year Of The Rabbit. Hold Me Up.
and drag her across the Sahara Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled in his pants Gotta have it, I hold
beleive gotta beleive it! [Verse 3:] Hold up I run this magic show I gotta trick for these haters yo Crabs in the bucket don't wanna let go Hold up
Sahara (Bitch!) You aware of this rap terrorist with a therapist With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his pants Got a habit of holding Tylenol
a crack habit Silly rabbit this song is for kids The way the messed up system is If I was a black man, I'd be up on a 8 year bid I'd ego, you know,
puff grass Bank stoppin', high-derox hydrolic The kid with the most knowledge will obtain to touch top dollars Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty,
begin this for my niggas and bitches up in the truck bust down hold it up and get buck pull up to the club with the system up on crunk and let this here
Dade County Mayor, slash player Hold up 'cuz Mr. Dollar got sold up Time for war so be a boy, what's the hold up? A new category 'Thug of the year' '
music 'till it can't breathe. On it's whole, words are the life support. Without me the song dies. Without me then it's lifeless. Without me I'm just
had laced in And I was taught to wait patient, Why? Only faggots make shit up just to get famous So when I finally blew up I remained sick Earning respect
hangings And Mississippi having no pity on my color skin Not having a choice from the begin Little brothers like me to pose a physical threat But check let me grab a hold
gotta beleive gotta beleive it! Verse 3: Hold up I run this magic show I gotta trick for these haters yo Crabs in the bucket dont wanna let go Hold up
Spill the rage upon your son who holds the gun up to your head --- The play's begun. B) audition Then god, the director, smells a rat. Pulls another rabbit
Bitch!) You aware of this rap terrorist with a therapist With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his pants Got a habit of holding Tylenol in his
and Vishnu In a post-colonial, condescending Bottled-up and labeled kind of way Then whatever, that?s ok. But here?s what gives me a hard-on: I am a
part, niggaz come for test [Chorus: U-God] Still grimey (grimey, grimey) Still slimey (slimey, slimey) Don't try me (try me, try me) It's been ten long years, you can't untie me
