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 bitches'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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