Hold tight I wanna dance with you this whole night I hope the music never slows up I hope this place don't never close up Hold tight 'Cause you're the
might as well shine together Better now than never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
know me and act like I'm your homie... [Chorus: Case (50 Cent)] Touch me, tease me, feel me and caress me (Come on come on...) Hold on tight and don'
And Pick You Up, Show You Off, Ride To Da Hot Spot. When Dont, Tryna Act, Special When You, Ridin Im My Drop-Top. Listen, What I, Need You To Do Is Hold
Its better to rule Hollywood than to serve in Heaven Waiting around for your bread to leaven We left a trail of headless Barbie dolls and Leg hold traps
green marble just so hoes can sit on the face (Distorted "come on") A funky lesson number one My own don't be in no mess Number two when it's confidential hold
duce an no game niggas get the fuck cut loose 7-duce tonight I roll one right a vet on a set still trumped up tight work streets at night Supreme so
a magical dust, grammatically adjust the satellite What makes Seattle tight The fruit's a bit ripe in spite of all the mold And last second changes of plans like on hold
Well, Well I Never Sold Out, I Can Do What I Want To My Baby Momma Want Money? I Never Hold Out Hey, B*Tch Hold Up You Tried To Leave Me All Fortied Up
the limelight, I make sure I shine bright I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from a tight dame on
club [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks (Busta Rhymes)] (Get low Banks!) Who you know that got a flow this sick Pump shotty nobody can hold his click Them hoes eyein
Planet Asia)] "The good life", We keep livin' it y'all, we keep livin (what) "Aoooowww" We keep livin' it y'all We stay tight, you goddamn right You know
fat Doreen Twenty-six mob'n, Black fist tossing the green Heard my nigga L came deep in the feds Keep the Mazda tight, Hold your heads Solomon Childs
ya deuce up (Verse 1) Plenty niggas get they head turned red for da bread Start off with da information,load it up in ya head Couldnt hold it,so it turned
a COC exclusive Cause I'm the nigga that's passed parole, carry a gat to stroll Slapping, clapping, and wrapping for rolls Beef fatter than Jackson Hold
need 'Cause my whole life, I had to keep up to the beat So I hold tight, I got to get in where I fit in Hit 'em with the rhythm and when the beat goes
