Hold Up
Peanut Butter Wolf feat. DJ Babu & J Rocc Lyrics


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featuring Rasco



Verse 1:

Yo check
I capital punish brothers that fronted

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

Overall Meaning

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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Comments from YouTube:

@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

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