Hold It Down Lyrics - Singles - Dj Jazzy Jeff

I hold it down 

I hold it down 

I hold it down 

I hold it down 

Aight, Staten Island, what up? 

Yeah, Long Island, what up? Come on 

Jazzy Jeff, y'all 

Philly, what's good? 

Haha, New Jersey 

Yo, I just had a Philly Cheese Steak 

That shit was good as a muthafucka, baby 

Yo, yo, who do it till the death? 

Let the magnificent Jeff go do it to the rest 

You see the difference, assumin' we a threat 

Y'all just impotent, ain't no use of screwin' with the best, naw 

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I wrote a 16 and throw it in a tech 

Shootin' game at these fools now for foolin' with a vet, yeah 

It's Mr. Mef really, who did you expect? 

Another shit talkin' MC with booty on the breath, naw 

Let's smoke somethin', let your dude hold somethin' 

And this dudes coke runnin' till the blue coats comin' yes 

Cruise still stuntin', radio still frontin' 

And the stuff they still bumpin' got me numb, I feel nothin', Jeff 

So I'ma get it like I spit it 

Get my glass, you can fill it to the rim with the realest and 

I'm talkin' back when Biggie Smalls was the illest 

And the boys from Cypress Hill said 'How I Could Just Kill A Man' 

Already knowin' how we go, let's get at your people 

I'm flowin', these streets know I hold it down 

And put it down with The G Code, Jeff, just let the beat go 

I'm reppin' the East Coast, so hold it now 

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Already knowin' how we go, let's get at your people 

I'm flowin', these streets know I hold it down 

And put it down with The G Code, Jeff, just let the beat go 

I'm reppin' the East Coast, so hold it now 

Until my nuts get room enough to breath 

I'ma break down the leaf, my brotha, crush the weed 

Not Puff Daddy, no boy, I puff the trees 

In a room full of crackers, I might cut the cheese 

They called me Mr. I got what you need 

And a bag of sour dezz, you ain't gotta pluck the seeds, naw 

So hit the peddle, I'll bring you up to speed 

Nearly smashed up to Beamer, no more cognac for me 

See, I'm in my backyard still cleanin' 

All the fiends still fiendin', better deal with the demons and 

I'm just bein' rash, I'm like what's the meanin' 

'Cause as far as MCin' I ain't likin' what I'm seein', man 

Nah, so M E F's on some other shit 

Feel it like that first piece of pussy, fell in love with it 

Y'all know what up with it, if I got my brother 

Get money, clothes, hoes, 24's on the mothership 

Already knowin' how we go, let's get at your people 

I'm flowin', these streets know I hold it down 

And put it down with The G Code, Jeff, just let the beat go 

I'm reppin' the East Coast, so hold it now 

Already knowin' how we go, let's get at your people 

I'm flowin', these streets know I hold it down 

And put it down with The G Code, Jeff, just let the beat go 

I'm reppin' the East Coast, so hold it now