Hold it Down
D.J. Jazzy Jeff Lyrics

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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

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

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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to D.J. Jazzy Jeff's song "Hold It Down" are centered around the idea of asserting dominance and authority in the rap game. The repeated refrain of "I hold it down" serves as a declaration that the singer is in control and will not be easily brought down or challenged. The verses are filled with references to smoking and drug use, as well as derogatory statements towards other rappers who are seen as impotent or inferior. The song also includes various shoutouts to different cities and regions, emphasizing the idea of representing the East Coast and its unique style and culture.

One interesting aspect of "Hold It Down" is that it features different rappers contributing verses, including Method Man and Streetlife. The song was also released as part of D.J. Jazzy Jeff's album "The Magnificent," which was his first solo project after splitting from his longtime collaborator, Will Smith. Additionally, the song samples the classic track "How I Could Just Kill A Man" by Cypress Hill, further tying it to the East Coast rap scene.

Line by Line Meaning

I hold it down
I am responsible for keeping things under control and succeeding in my endeavors.

Aight, Staten Island, what up?
Greetings to the people of Staten Island, what's happening?

Philly, what's good?
What's going on in the city of Philadelphia?

Yo, yo, who do it till the death?
Who will do it until the end of their life?

You see the difference, assumin' we a threat
You can recognize that we are different, even assuming that we are a threat.

It's Mr. Mef really, who did you expect?
My name is Mr. Mef, who else did you think it would be?

Let's smoke somethin', let your dude hold somethin'
Let's smoke something, and let your friend hold something.

Cruise still stuntin', radio still frontin'
Vehicles keep showing off, while radio stations keep deceiving their listeners.

So I'ma get it like I spit it
I will achieve my goals the same way that I rap with my lyrics.

And put it down with The G Code
I am following the code of the streets in order to succeed.

Until my nuts get room enough to breath
Until I am free to do as I please.

In a room full of crackers, I might cut the cheese
In a room full of white people, I might fart loudly.

They called me Mr. I got what you need
People know me as Mr. because I can provide whatever they need.

Nearly smashed up to Beamer, no more cognac for me
I almost crashed my BMW, so I won't be drinking cognac anymore.

'Cause as far as MCin' I ain't likin' what I'm seein', man
I'm not happy with what I'm seeing in the world of MCing.

Nah, so M E F's on some other shit
No, I'm on a different level than what you may expect.

Get money, clothes, hoes, 24?s on the mothership
Acquire wealth, fashion, and women, and ride high in a luxurious vehicle.

Lyrics © DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: CLIFFORD SMITH, SCOTT SPENCER STORCH, T. GIBSON

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Comments from YouTube:

Howard Butler

10y↑8

Damn this is good! I would break it down at my mother's funeral if this was playing.

Brian Emery

3y↑1

Just dope! This sounds like Meth walked into the recording studio, freestylin’ it, dropped the mic...left. One take, done!
Old school is STILL ALIVE!!!!