Hold Up
Peanut Butter Wolf feat. DJ Babu & J Rocc Lyrics
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Verse 1:
Yo check
Can only write rhymes any time they get blunted
We be at the spot chillin
While you're stealin
Niggas is still walkin Rasco is four wheelin
Only built for speed yes indeed
27 years old with no seed
I'm a raw breed
But still got mouths to feed
So don't be givin me shit I don't need
I make the head hurt
>From the supadupa legwork
Now these brothas be wantin the red shirt
I bring it to the chest when I suppass the rest
Now a different story when I come blast the vest
Teflon spittin and written, I stab kitten
Comin out your face
Sideways, it's forbidden
Better get the guiden
I swopped like Batmidden
Soon as niggas open they mouth I start shittin
Right down they neck, they threw the whole nine
Seen you fools scopin my plans the whole time
Said I couldn't rhyme, that's funny
Women didn't want it but now they yell honey
Bring 'em to the house
Watch 'em come out the blouse
Unzip the pants then watch the snake dance
Assume the stance, cash in advance
I got the full package but watch the right hand
Verse 2:
It's the five-minute drill
But still we stack bills
Take you to the shop to fix them broke wheels
Tell you how it feels to starve with no meals
Bring it to the front to pump with no frills
All extra shit can get the backsplit
Ras be the brother that women relax with
I do a backflip, then pirouette inject
Plus be the nigga that never lost a bet
Television sets ain't big enough to see
And now my career ain't big enough for three
Still down with 'em, can talk and laugh with 'em
But tell you one thing, can't split it in half with 'em
Half a 1/3 to me sounds absurd
I rather keep a 100% to pay rent
Lay out the prints, the plans to stand grande
And keep the joint jumpin from Philly to San Fran
Never gave a damn how hard y'all can slam
Broke out the mic to smoke your half gram
A 150 pounds with worldwide respect
Be chillin at the crib while Wolf signs the check
1998
Soul Father
PB Wolf, on the 1's and the 2's
Wack crews get bruised
Check us out y'all
Check us out y'all
The song "Hold Up" by Peanut Butter Wolf feat. Rasco is a classic hip-hop track based on two verses rapped by Rasco. The lyrics of the song describe a braggadocious attitude in which Rasco is capital punishing brothers who are not able to write rhymes unless they are intoxicated. He is living his life leisurely, chilling at the spot, while others are still struggling to make a living. Despite being built for speed with no seed, he has still got mouths to feed, so he refuses to take shit from anyone. He brings unparalleled energy to his supadupa legwork and is considered the best by his peers. Rasco is a raw breed, and his rhymes flow like no other, and he doesn't care if he's not liked by everyone. In the second verse, Rasco talks about his five-minute drill in which he makes stacks of bills. He has gone through difficult situations, where he had to starve, and he reminds us that he never had a losing bet. He is a worldwide respected artist, and he constantly hops between Philly and San Fran, never paying much attention to those who can slam harder than him. He smokes the half gram of a broken mic and has a worldwide reputation.
Overall, the song is about celebrating the success and hard work of an artist in the rap industry. It is a reflection of the culture of the 1990s and the extreme emphasis on competition within the industry. The lyrics indicate an unspoken rivalry among different rappers and apply a general stereotype of rappers taking drugs and emphasizing their masculinity.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo check
Listen up and pay attention
I capital punish brothers that fronted
I severely punish those who act arrogantly
Can only write rhymes any time they get blunted
They can only write raps when they're high on drugs
We be at the spot chillin
We're hanging out
While you're stealin
While you're committing theft
Niggas is still walkin Rasco is four wheelin
I'm driving a car while others are still walking
Only built for speed yes indeed
My car is built for speed
27 years old with no seed
I'm 27 and don't have any children
I'm a raw breed
I'm a tough, resilient individual
But still got mouths to feed
I still have dependents to take care of
So don't be givin me shit I don't need
Don't give me unnecessary problems or drama
I make the head hurt
My music is intense and can cause a headache
From the supadupa legwork
From my impressive lyrics and rhymes
Now these brothas be wantin the red shirt
Now people want to be associated and wear my merchandise
I bring it to the chest when I suppass the rest
I challenge the competition by surpassing their abilities
Now a different story when I come blast the vest
When I get serious, people start to take notice
Teflon spittin and written, I stab kitten
My rap lyrics are aggressive and hit hard
Comin out your face Sideways, it's forbidden
Don't come at me from an unexpected angle
Better get the guiden I swopped like Batmidden
Better be careful or I'll surprise you like Batman
Soon as niggas open they mouth I start shittin
As soon as someone challenges me, I start to dominate
Right down they neck, they threw the whole nine
I completely shut them down
Seen you fools scopin my plans the whole time
I've noticed others trying to copy my tactics
Said I couldn't rhyme, that's funny
People who doubted my abilities are now being proved wrong
Women didn't want it but now they yell honey
Even women who didn't show interest before are now attracted to me
Bring 'em to the house Watch 'em come out the blouse
I entertain women at my house and they become more intimate
Unzip the pants then watch the snake dance
I seduce women and make them dance to my tune
Assume the stance, cash in advance
I demand payment before providing service
I got the full package but watch the right hand
I have everything to offer, but be careful of any hidden agendas
It's the five-minute drill But still we stack bills
We work hard and make money quickly
Take you to the shop to fix them broke wheels
I'll help you fix your problems or setbacks
Tell you how it feels to starve with no meals
I know what it's like to go hungry
Bring it to the front to pump with no frills
We get right to the point and don't waste time with extras
All extra shit can get the backsplit
Anything unnecessary can be eliminated
Ras be the brother that women relax with
I'm a comforting presence for women to be around
I do a backflip, then pirouette inject
I'm extremely athletic and skilled
Plus be the nigga that never lost a bet
I always win when I gamble
Television sets ain't big enough to see
My impact and success can't be contained on TV
And now my career ain't big enough for three
I'm so successful that others can't handle being in the same industry as me
Still down with 'em, can talk and laugh with 'em
I'm still friendly with others in the industry
But tell you one thing, can't split it in half with 'em
I won't share my success and profits with others
Half a 1/3 to me sounds absurd
I won't accept anything less than complete ownership and control
I rather keep a 100% to pay rent
I need to keep all my earnings to support myself
Lay out the prints, the plans to stand grande
I have a clear strategy for achieving greatness
And keep the joint jumpin from Philly to San Fran
I keep the party going from one coast to the other
Never gave a damn how hard y'all can slam
I don't care how hard others try to compete with me
Broke out the mic to smoke your half gram
I'm so talented that I can outperform others with just half of their strengths
A 150 pounds with worldwide respect
I'm lean and strong, and respected globally
Be chillin at the crib while Wolf signs the check
I can relax at home while my manager handles the finances
Wack crews get bruised
I demolish weak and irrelevant groups
Check us out y'all
Come and see what we're all about
Check us out y'all
Come and see what we're all about
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@spaceman417
rasco great flow
@marzerofrangone
pesadão!!!
@wileyeyefloaty665
Tuff is all I need to say to the public.
Facts
@slayguevara_4374
Drums at the end make my skin feel like leather
@Samastano
shit's fresh
@Older349
🔥🔥🔥🔥👊🏻
@funniestfunkinstreetfights9773
Dope
@AnonsCrossfader
Rasco kinda sounds like Large Pro
@Traksmasher
And CHILL ROB G!
@professhunbeats7584
Real talk