I?ll hold on tight, My darling I?ll hold on tight, As the world burns down outside, And they battle on the frontline, My darling I?ll hold on tight,
Traduzione: The King Blues. Hold On Tight.
brother, like she was a swami, I be All up on this dance hall, clean I can wind up some tight, and have her spendin' her greed, come on And face it,
with a one to THREE, personal-LY conspira-CY, it don't mean shit to ME The time will go fast, because I'm true blue On the DL, back home, I got a stash
fi yuh (Hum Hum) Man all a tek poison pill fi yuh (Hum Hum) Congress a pass a bill fi yuh (Hum Hum) [Verse 3:] Yuh waan leave hold on baby let mi
Denis, oh with your eyes so blue Denis Denis, I've got a crush on you Denis Denis, I'm so in love with you Denis Denis, oh won't you hold me tight? Denis
with you, Denis doo-be-do I'm in love with you, Denis doo-be-do I'm in love with you Denis Denis, oh with your eyes so blue Denis Denis, I've got a crush on
girl look good, when she on the scene Look like some'ing on front page, of King Magazine But you my sweet queen, but doing sweet things Nigga touch her on
me, I'm bout to make history [Hook] [Cam'Ron] I mean, hold on, that's three and out, hold on Don't even play yet put that on pause B New York City,
Klan and join hands We got to struggle and fight for what's right Cause this government got a got grip and they hold it tight I know your grip will slip
am the juju man Run your mouth I raise up my juju hand Hold tight my juju fam, there's juju airs and juju san You better run fast if I try throw water on
m a king And having you ain't nothing but a thing I even stopped tellin' you the lovin' was good Too busy frontin' in the hood Baby girl, hold me tight
ain't pullin' over, (PULLIN' OVER!) {YEAH!} - learned that from Rodney King (RODNEY KING!) {YEAH!} So tell ya homie chill (HOMIE CHILL!) you know I hold the steel (YOU KNOW I HOLD
a playboy, you got one on each side Keep your mouth closed, we don?t let the beef ride Everybody on the left get yo hands up (Get ya hands up) Everybody on
dressed in blue and they want me dead too They had real grenade bombs inside of their palms And a whole bunch of guns wrapped tight in their arms See
eyes and hold me tight And i'll show you sunset sometime again The big wheel keeps on turning On a simple line day by day The earth spins on its axis
three strikes (yeah) Three times equal 9's, khakis and knives Roll on swings as I bumps the flashlight Nice off I flip to the hard, my shit's tight Small
