The Holdup’s first EP was released in spring of 2007 and sold 1000 instant copies. Shortly after their EP’s success they were picked up and sponsored by Local Clothing Company Left Coast Boardwear and signed a record deal with the Independent label Dub Rock Records. Dub Rock Records quickly got to action and booked the band with national touring bands such as: The Dirty Heads, Rebelution, The B-Side Players, The B Foundation, Collie Buddz, and more.
With such songs as “Wildchild”, “Chronic Song” and the ever growing popular hit “Stay Gold”, the Holdup’s music is destined to be heard over airwaves and venues across the golden state. Combine surf rock melodies with ear catching lyrics and you get The Holdup, an energetic hardworking quintet that defines a unique style of California based dub rock music.
Chronic Song
The Holdup Lyrics
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Then you just better keep movin on
Cause when we smoke it we choke on it
And we only roll the chronic
One little dab of only ten
Well they got more than you be on it
If you wanna bring some friends
Then they better bring some chronic
No one gon gets on it
They come'n with that bud
Gonna blow some blunts and get retarted
And if nobody want the roach
We gonna pack it in a bong
Get a flame and then we gonna torch it
And ad it to my lungs
Ad it to my lungs, ad it to my lungs
They come'n in with that bud
Gonna blow some blunts and go get some
And then i once met a man who told me
The best bud he ever smoked
Is the shit he be gettin from Cali
Said man this ain't no joke
And if u really do want it baby
You better come into Cali
Buy these kids with a royal blunt
Would have been trees up in the body... Holdup
Gonna take it from here, thier dead
Thier gonna bring the cash
Better be no pinchin or skempin
A little nuggie out my sack
And if you kickin it in the park
Baby it's cool to lite a blunt
Better not be any postman runnin up
Cause i'm just to stoned to run
And if you want this
All you got to do is ask me super chronic
I'm wrappin the bud in baggie Supersonic
You know we dont smoke no crap we get retarded
Police gonna ask me if I'm on it
Tryin to keep me happy so I bought it
Bought it, bought it, bought it
I feel my brain inside my head
Roll it, toke it, smoke it, choke it until I'm dead
I'm on my mission to get my bread
Ain't gonna fuck my life up get money instead
I feel that bass line droppin
And we out of control
We bumpin them up the music
And you feel it in the soul
And if you comin up on the spot
Just to pack a fuckin bowl
While we watchin all them girlies
As they grind on the poll
You goin to a party
You comin to my show
When The Holdup be leavin
Then girlies will go
The Holdup's song "Chronic Song" is an ode to smoking marijuana, specifically a strain called "chronic." The singer warns anyone who wants to come to their spot to smoke to bring their own, as they only roll with the good stuff. They plan to smoke until they can't see straight, passing joints and blunts back and forth. The song also includes a reference to a man who told the singer that the best bud he ever smoked came from California, and encourages listeners to come to Cali to get it.
The song is a celebration of the stoner lifestyle, with the band members reveling in their love of weed and the feeling it gives them. The lyrics are fairly straightforward, with no hidden meaning or subtext. However, the song does capture a sense of camaraderie and bonding that can come from smoking together with friends. The chorus, with its repeated refrain of "add it to my lungs," emphasizes the importance of smoking to the band and their listeners.
Overall, "Chronic Song" is a catchy and enjoyable song that will appeal to anyone who loves smoking marijuana or simply enjoys the band's laid-back vibe.
Line by Line Meaning
And if you comin up on my spot
If you're coming to my place
Then you just better keep movin on
Better leave if you don't have any weed
Cause when we smoke it we choke on it
Our weed is so strong that we cough a lot
And we only roll the chronic
We only smoke high-quality marijuana
One little dab of only ten
Even a small amount of our weed is potent
Well they got more than you be on it
If you smoke more, you'll get higher
If you wanna bring some friends
If you want to bring your friends
Then they better bring some chronic
Make sure your friends have good weed too
Cause everybody wants it
Everyone wants our high-quality marijuana
No one gon gets on it
Nobody will smoke it all
They come'n with that bud
People come with their own weed
Gonna blow some blunts and get retarted
We're going to smoke some joints and get really high
And if nobody want the roach
If nobody wants the end of the joint
We gonna pack it in a bong
We'll pack it in a water pipe
Get a flame and then we gonna torch it
We'll light it up and inhale the smoke
And ad it to my lungs
We'll inhale the smoke into our lungs
Ad it to my lungs, ad it to my lungs
We'll keep inhaling the smoke
They come'n in with that bud
More people arrive with their weed
Gonna blow some blunts and go get some
We're going to smoke some joints and get more weed
And then i once met a man who told me
I met a guy who told me
The best bud he ever smoked
The highest quality weed he ever had
Is the shit he be gettin from Cali
Comes from California
Said man this ain't no joke
He was serious
And if u really do want it baby
If you really want high-quality weed
You better come into Cali
You have to go to California to get it
Buy these kids with a royal blunt
Buy it from these guys with a cigar
Would have been trees up in the body... Holdup
It's such good weed that it's worth a lot of money
Gonna take it from here, thier dead
I'm taking over the song now
Thier gonna bring the cash
They're going to pay for the weed
Better be no pinchin or skempin
Don't try to steal or cheat us
A little nuggie out my sack
A small bit of weed from my stash
And if you kickin it in the park
If you're hanging out in the park
Baby it's cool to lite a blunt
It's okay to smoke a joint
Better not be any postman runnin up
Hope there are no cops around
Cause i'm just to stoned to run
Because I'm too high to run away
And if you want this
If you want our weed
All you got to do is ask me super chronic
Just ask us for super-high-quality weed
I'm wrappin the bud in baggie Supersonic
We're packaging the weed in the fastest way possible
You know we dont smoke no crap we get retarded
We don't smoke low-quality weed and we get high
Police gonna ask me if I'm on it
The police might ask me if I'm high
Tryin to keep me happy so I bought it
I bought the weed to keep myself happy
Bought it, bought it, bought it
I bought a lot of weed
I feel my brain inside my head
I can feel the effects of the weed on my brain
Roll it, toke it, smoke it, choke it until I'm dead
I'm going to keep smoking weed until I die
I'm on my mission to get my bread
I'm focused on making money
Ain't gonna fuck my life up get money instead
I'm not going to ruin my life by doing drugs, I'll make money instead
I feel that bass line droppin
I can feel the bass in the music
And we out of control
We're getting wild
We bumpin them up the music
We're listening to loud music
And you feel it in the soul
The music is reaching our souls
And if you comin up on the spot
If you're coming to our place
Just to pack a fuckin bowl
Just to smoke a bowl of weed
While we watchin all them girlies
While we watch all the girls
As they grind on the poll
As they dance provocatively
You goin to a party
You're going to a party
You comin to my show
Come to our concert
When The Holdup be leavin
When our band is leaving
Then girlies will go
The girls will leave too
Writer(s): Cesar Alfonso Estrada, Kyle Jon Christensen, Daniel Lucas Flores, Michael Ryan Garmany Copyright: Songs Mp
Contributed by Samuel H. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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on Smell These Roses
Smell These Roses
The Holdup
Started every single sentence with remember when.
Never gonna get those frowns.
Used to wanna pray that it would never end.
But now I’d rather close my eyes.
When my friends hit me like one drink, anything,
Miss them too, but I’m busy so I say that I’m cool.
But I know they won’t stop till I say yes.
Shit, I don’t want to say yes tonight.
Trynna save some bread and move out,
Get a new couch, and a blender for the kitchen.
Looks like I’m going out now,
Heading downtown, and instead I’ll be wishing.
Everything could feel this good like, what about one more good night?
What about something better, when this all gets old?
So go…
Smell these roses one more time.
We ain’t gonna be here for that long.
Gotta move on at some point, even though it’s everything I know.
Oh, everything I know.
Oh.
Thank you mama for letting me stay home for a decade or two.
All that good karma, well, I promise that it’s gonna come back to you.
And my big head and my big brain ninny.
I got a lot of knowledge but my confidence is thinning.
I guess doing what you want is more like making a decision.
Maybe I’m just scared to make it and that’s why I’m always tripping.
I just wish that we could laugh inside, shit, every night.
But we got to go to class and work, guess that’s what’s right.
So I put my boots on and I slick back my hair.
Some coffee and I’m no longer tripping.
I try to ignore that life isn’t fair,
But, sometimes you still catch me wishing.
Everything could feel this good like, what about one more good night?
What about something better, when this all gets old?
So go…
Smell these roses one more time.
We ain’t gonna be here for that long.
Gotta move on at some point, even though it’s everything I know.
Oh, everything I know.
Oh.
Everything could feel this good like, what about one more good night?
What about something better, when this all gets old?
So go…
Smell these roses one more time.
We ain’t gonna be here for that long.
Gotta move on at some point, even though it’s everything I know.
Oh, everything I know.
Oh.