The Ill Spoken - The Hold Up lyrics
[The Ill Spoken - The Hold Up lyrics]
Ill Spoken, How High: The Mixtape
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Hey, yo, yo, Mac, what's good, son?
What's good, Beedie? Ayo, yo, yo
Ayo this cat, he say he wanna battle you, yo
(What?) can't forget
The whole Time Bomb crew
Aight, yo (Let's go) Ayo
See, we rode up in the Cadillac (Yo)
Grindin' like a cataract
(Go get your lights right)
Made it to the party
(Yo) , it was poppin' like
See, we rode up in the Cadillac
(Yo) , grindin' like a cataract
Made it to the party
(Yo) , it was poppin' (Uh)
See, we rode up in the Cadillac
(Yo) , grindin' like a cataract
Made it to the party (Yo)
It was poppin' like a Snapple cap (Chyeah)
There was this one kid that said
He wantеd to battle Mac
And I was there just in casе
I had to have his back, yeah
(yeah) and when I rocked
This rap dropped the cat kinda
Like a boxin' match
Threw him off the roof to see
If he'd make a proper splat
Cops came around talkin' down to me (Damn)
I was sweatin' 'bout this ounce of
Tree that they found on me (Chill)
Pulled a
Lost his footin' pissin' off the balcony
Fell a thousand feet, broke every
Bone in his body, and drowned in pee
And no one was around to see
So stop clownin' me
I was on the roof and the
Whole party wizzled down at three
Son, I really don't have to hurt you
But, it's three in the mornin'
Which is way past your curfew (So?)
I have a dish of justice from
Which I could serve you (And?)
And don't try and run 'cause this
Gun ain't gon' squirt you
Pain his name with the pick in his mouth
A fat dip in his lip, he was spittin' it out
Look like a hick from the south
Tighter shirt than a gay man
That comb-over cut with some Aviator Ray-Bans
(Haha)
Pain on his name sign, holdin' back a K9
Hip-hop police
At least I heard it through the grapevine
See, this the fed that would
Arrest you in the daytime
(Son, what's this bag of
Marijuana?) Haha, well, it ain't mine
Ha, it ain't mine
I just hit 'cause it taste fine (Uh, huh)
I swear that I did it waste time
(They said ya lyin' 'cause I seen
You up in the south-side)
(Plus, I seen ya face on a
Poster that states "How High") Haha
I screamed, "Oh my
You must've gotten me mistaken" (Uh, huh)
I reached up for his gun
He grabbed my wrist to start to break it
Now, I ain't fakin' when I say
The Jake is the enemy (True)
He didn't feel I respect him
So he beat it up into me (Haha)
Hip-hop the penalty is death
Before we settle these
Beefs with police is tryna take
A bigger shred of cheese (Fuck 'em)
He said to freeze so I got
At the fence and jumped (Peace)
And ran back to the crib, grabbed a shotty
And pumped it i started dumpin' at the crowd
That was surroundin' me
This semi-automatic splattin' heads up
On the balcony (Shit was crazy, what?)
I looked at Mac and said, "We better run
Fuckin' get a gun so we can
Fall back with cheddar to burn" (Yo)
Ayo, you think they'll find
Where we hidin' at? (Nah)
Well, I say no
Let's lay low and count up our paper
Peepin' the pay roll
(Woah, money) , people get played, yo (Uh
Huh) that's how it has to be
Livin' with no limit's masterpiece)
And every day it feels like
I'm livin at faster speeds
Gon' keep roamin' until I crash
The catasphrope (yeah)
See, these bastards be up on my
Back while I be runnin'
In the neighbors' yards, I get to (Peace)
I'm in and out quickly
(Yup, yup) , smooth and swiftly
Yo, watch for the cops on
My back tryna get me
Nah, they ain't gon' find us
Them pussy cops just vaginas
Let's split up this money, see you mañana
(got you) you know they ain't gon' hold us
They probably already found they
Way to Dunkin' Donuts (Pigs)
So on the wages grab some blunts
That we could fold up
Waitin' in the car, so what's the hold-up?
(Ayo) Ayo, man, let me get two Swishers
(Do you have ID?) Nah
(Hey, no ID, no blunt) Man, come on, man
You see me every day, man
(No ID, no blunt) Come on, man
Aight, yo, fuck (Ha ha ha) ayo, Beedie, man
Ayo, what's good, man? You get
Them blunts? What the fuck, son?
Nah, yo, they carded me, man (Pssh)
Just just gr just get it out
(Give me the fuckin' dollar, I'm fuckin')
Man, fuck you, Beedie (Whatever)