Break It Down
DJ Jazzy Jeff feat. J Live 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 of DJ Jazzy Jeff Feat. Method Man's "Jeff Hold It Down" pay homage to their roots and the hip hop culture. The song is a message to their fans that they are still loyal to the East Coast and will continue to represent it. The chorus of the song is repeated four times, and it emphasizes that they are responsible for holding down the East Coast in the rap game.


The two rappers express their thoughts on their respective verses. Method Man paints the picture of a weed-smoking, woman-loving rapper who is killing the game effortlessly. He mentions the legendary rapper Notorious B.I.G and his admiration for him. He also addresses his concerns about the state of rap music, indicating his dislike for the current trends. DJ Jazzy Jeff, on the other hand, is more confident in his skills as a DJ, expressing himself through scratching on the track. He is confident that he is one of the best in the industry and no one can dispute that.


In conclusion, the song "Jeff Hold it Down" is a classic hip hop song that represents the old-school rap era. DJ Jazzy Jeff and Method Man creatively showcase their talents through their lyrics, while the chorus instills a sense of pride among the East Coast hip hop fans for their achievements.


Line by Line Meaning

I hold it down
The singer is confident and capable, and asserts that they can handle any situation.


I hold it down
The singer repeats their assertion that they can handle any situation.


I hold it down
The singer repeats their assertion that they can handle any situation.


I hold it down
The singer repeats their assertion that they can handle any situation.


Aight, Staten Island, what up?
The singer greets the people of Staten Island.


Yeah, Long Island, what up? Come on
The singer greets the people of Long Island and encourages them to join in.


Jazzy Jeff, y'all
The singer acknowledges their collaborator, DJ Jazzy Jeff.


Philly, what's good?
The singer greets the people of Philadelphia.


Haha, New Jersey
The singer laughs and greets the people of New Jersey.


Yo, I just had a Philly Cheese Steak
The singer shares that they just ate a popular dish from Philadelphia.


That shit was good as a muthafucka, baby
The singer conveys how much they enjoyed the Philly Cheese Steak.


Yo, yo, who do it till the death?
The singer asks who can persist until the end.


Let the magnificent Jeff go do it to the rest
The singer encourages DJ Jazzy Jeff to outperform everyone else.


You see the difference, assumin' we a threat
The singer implies that they are more skilled than others and may be perceived as a threat.


Y'all just impotent, ain't no use of screwin' with the best, naw
The singer suggests that others are powerless in comparison and it would be futile to try to compete.


I wrote a 16 and throw it in a tech
The singer wrote a 16-bar verse and recorded it on a digital audio workstation.


Shootin' game at these fools now for foolin' with a vet, yeah
The singer is prepared to respond aggressively to anyone who underestimates their abilities.


It's Mr. Mef really, who did you expect?
The singer identifies themselves as Method Man and asks who else the listener would expect.


Another shit talkin? MC with booty on the breath, naw
The singer denies being another boastful rapper who has nothing worth saying.


Let's smoke somethin', let your dude hold somethin'
The singer suggests smoking marijuana together and sharing what they have.


And this dudes coke runnin' till the blue coats comin' yes
The singer claims to be successful in their illegal drug business until the police arrive.


Cruise still stuntin', radio still frontin'
The singer boasts that they are still having fun and making money, even though radio stations may not be playing their music.


And the stuff they still bumpin' got me numb, I feel nothin', Jeff
The singer is unimpressed with the music that is currently popular.


So I'ma get it like I spit it
The singer will succeed in making money and gaining fame in the music industry with ease.


Get my glass, you can fill it to the rim with the realest
The singer suggests that they will celebrate their success with alcohol.


And I'm talkin' back when Biggie Smalls was the illest
The singer references the time when The Notorious B.I.G. was considered the best rapper in the industry.


And the boys from Cypress Hill said ?How I Could Just Kill A Man?
The singer references the title of a popular song by the rap group Cypress Hill.


Already knowin' how we go, let's get at your people
The singer is ready to confront any opponents and their supporters.


I'm flowin', these streets know I hold it down
The singer boasts about their rapping skills and ability to maintain their reputation on the streets.


And put it down with The G Code, Jeff, just let the beat go
The singer requests that DJ Jazzy Jeff loop the beat so they can demonstrate their knowledge of street codes and morals.


I'm reppin' the East Coast, so hold it now
The singer identifies with the East Coast hip-hop scene and wants to be recognized as a representative of that culture.


Until my nuts get room enough to breath
The singer intends to keep grinding and working hard until they can relax.


I'ma break down the leaf, my brotha, crush the weed
The singer will chop up marijuana leaves and crush the buds to prepare them for smoking.


Not Puff Daddy, no boy, I puff the trees
The singer clarifies that they are not like Puff Daddy, a rapper who was more associated with luxury and fame, but rather someone who enjoys smoking marijuana.


In a room full of crackers, I might cut the cheese
The singer makes a vulgar joke about farting in front of a group of white people.


They called me Mr. I got what you need
The singer implies that they can provide the listener with whatever they want, such as drugs or money.


And a bag of sour dezz, you ain't gotta pluck the seeds, naw
The singer is offering to sell the listener high-quality marijuana that does not need to be seeded.


So hit the peddle, I'll bring you up to speed
The singer advises the listener to speed up and he will catch them up to date.


Nearly smashed up to Beamer, no more cognac for me
The singer implies that they almost crashed their BMW while driving under the influence of cognac.


See, I'm in my backyard still cleanin'
The singer is at home and cleaning up their yard.


All the fiends still fiendin', better deal with the demons
The singer is aware that their drug-addicted customers are still looking for a fix and they need to address their addiction.


And I'm just bein' rash, I'm like what's the meanin'
The singer is impulsive and wonders about the meaning of their life and their work as a rapper.


'Cause as far as MCin' I ain't likin' what I'm seein', man
The singer is unhappy with the current state of the hip-hop industry.


Nah, so M E F's on some other shit
The singer, Method Man, asserts that he is unique and different from other rappers.


Feel it like that first piece of pussy, fell in love with it
The singer compares the feeling of his music to the feeling of having sex for the first time.


Y'all know what up with it, if I got my brother
The singer acknowledges that his fans understand his unique style and can follow along even if he changes things up.


Get money, clothes, hoes, 24?s on the mothership
The singer lists some things he wants to acquire like wealth, clothing, women, and a tricked-out vehicle.


Already knowin' how we go, let's get at your people
The singer is ready to face any opponents and their supporters.


I'm flowin', these streets know I hold it down
The singer boasts about their rapping skills and ability to maintain their reputation on the streets.


And put it down with The G Code, Jeff, just let the beat go
The singer requests that DJ Jazzy Jeff loop the beat so they can demonstrate their knowledge of street codes and morals.


I'm reppin' the East Coast, so hold it now
The singer identifies with the East Coast hip-hop scene and wants to be recognized as a representative of that culture.




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

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