文本歌词

Hold the Drums (Explicit) - Smoke DZA/Pete Rock/Royce da 5'9'
Kush God Pete Rock in your earlobes
Had the babyface flow now I let the beard grow
Lil' n***as pointing in the streets like there he go
Mama had me rockin' bucket hats when I was a year old
Yeah though RFC or Dikembe
Me I get the rent paid el presidente
Chief executive officer sensei
F**k the petty s**t fam got no time to engage
On this s**t I'm like MJ n***a
Your mink's rented mine's got my name engraved in 'em
Come on man what we talkin' 'bout jeans
You spend all that bread to break her in
And I come f**k her for free
F**kin' with me sucka emcees stay stuck in your seat
My homie trim trees and keep me on repeat
I told him roll a thumb
Pete this sample so ill that you can hold the drums
Hold the drums
This s**t so ill that you can hold the drums
Hold the drums
This s**t so ill that you can hold the drums
Hold the drums
F**k a hold the drums
This s**t so ill that you can hold the drums
Hold the drums
I'm a come on listen with girl
On second thought give 'em no air keep 'em neckin' off
Flying through the building like a wrecking ball
Whose next who's not
Who shelf who drop
Did a five city tour came home new drop
Top of the food chain ox it's therapy
OG lit meet hennessy
Feed all my n***as some chicks good energy
They chasing a hit me I'm chasing the legacy
And I ain't talking about the crown clown
I'm talking fifty years from now clown kids' kids crowd out
Inspire the mind of the future make no mind a maneuver
Stay bossed up and not new to this real
Everyday we throw rocks at the pen tryna make us some ends
But the street game designed for us never to win
So they can hold them crumbs
Pete this sample is so ill that you can hold the drums
Hold the drums
This s**t so ill that you can hold the drums
Hold the drums
This s**t so ill that you can hold the drums
Hold the drums
This s**t so ill that you can hold the drums
Hold the drums
This s**t so ill that you can hold the drums
Uh my dude this Pete Rock groove
I got TEC-9 Tourette's call me Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf
I toss death down your steps
My n***a I'll get rid of you pricks
Answer the man this right here could get biblical quick
By this lyrical originator
My kids is so spoiled from keeping them in the illest flavors
I should keep 'em in the refrigerator
I got *****es'll bust at your wig
I got digits and all my competition's looking up at the jig
My attitude is cash rules and to each his own
Mac shooters dispatched to ya through speaker phones
Act foolish then bad news is gon' beat you home
We was at risk as teens too
Stressed to have a full hairline
So I might a Memphis Bleek or LL
Cool J hat fished your queen
Every breath I breathe is fresh
That's Listerine
The more that I get over the more
Of something to over come
So I'm gun-totin' I'll hold the
Pump and I hold the drums
Hold the drums
PR please hold the drums
My n***a hold the drums
This right here is so ill you should hold the drums
Hold the drums
Hold the drums
My n***a hold the drums
This right here is so ill you should hold the drums
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We black
We black
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We black in out
Black in out
Black in out
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What
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Black in out
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Black in out
We black in out
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