Hol' Up Lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

I wrote this record while 30 thousand feet in the air 

Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair 

If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers 

They'll probably think I'm a terrorist 

Eat my asparagus, then I'm asking her 

Thoughts of a young nigga, fast money and freedom 

A crash dummy for dollars, I know you dyin' to meet 'em 

I'll prob'ly die in a minute 

Just bury me with 20 bitches, 20 million, and a Comptown fitted 

Hol' up (Hol' up) 

Hol' up (Hol' up) 

Hol' up (Hol' up) 

Hol' up (Hol' up) 

Yeah, big shit poppin' 

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Back in this bitch in the back of that bitch 

With my back against the wall and your bitch on the edge of my dick 

Jump-off 

I call a bitch a bitch, a ho a ho, a woman a woman 

I never did nothing but break the ground on top of the asphalt 

Tire mark gave you evidence that 

I'm easily peddling with the speed of a lightning bolt 

As a kid I killed two adults, I'm too advanced 

I lived my 20's at two years old, the wiser man 

Truth be told, I'm like '87 

Wicked as 80 reverends in a pool of fire with devils holding hands 

From the distance, don't know which one is a Christian. damn 

Who can I trust in 2012? There's no one not even myself 

A Gemini screaming for help, somebody 

Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' 

When you do it like this, nigga, losin' ain't a option 

Photos 

Yeah, big shit poppin' 

Ay, Ay, kick her out the studio, Ali 

24/7 nigga, workin' his ass for it, she poppin' that ass for it 

The King of Diamonds wit' diamonds I never do ask for 

They checkin' my passport, I'm too accustomed with Customs 

She call in the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff 'em 

They want me to fast-forward the game, and why you complain 

When you niggas is past poor, you'll never hop in my lane 

When you pushin' a RAV4, you wreckin' my Jaguar 

You play like a bad sport, her feet on the dashboard 

Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' 

When you do it like this, nigga, losin' ain't a option 

Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' 

When you do it like this, nigga 

I wrote this record while 30 thousand feet in the air 

Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair 

If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers 

They'll probably think I'm Osama 

The plane emergency landed: it was an honor