(Audio) Eboi ft. J-Son - Hold It Down
Gott Folk
Hold it down, Keep em coming och Till We Meet Again är tre låtar
som från början skulle vara samarbeten. Jag spelade in en vers
för varje låt och refräng för Keep em coming under 2008 och hade planerat
gäst verser från andra rappare. Allteftersom tiden gick och nya låtar
släpptes hamnade de gamla i skymundan.
Efter att ha gått igenom min gamla dammiga PC-datorn (hörde jag någon säga Apple!) bestämde jag mig för att låtarna var för bra för att bara kasta bort.
Så jag ringde upp till producenterna av låtarna, mina boyz Howard Who och K-One för att slutföradom med extra verser och fick J-Son att spela in refräng för Hold It Down
och Johan Vega för Till We Meet Again.
Njut av resultatet. Det här är en tidig julklapp och min tidiga start på 2010. - Eboi
Ladda hem låten här:
Länk till http://www.mybestfriendismygrind.com/eboi-ft-j-son-hold-it-down/
I couldnt emphasize or stress enough the significance
of stayin on da grind and be down for whatever to yield dividends
been ballin since birth, come to think about it matter fact
I jumped out my daddy sack and hopped up in a Cadillac
the world is yours aint it, nigga whatchu runnin from
see, me and Howie been bout it since Get Your Hustle On
so no time to chit chat, nigga dont sit back I get chips stacked
you know Im wit that, you might as well admit that
I kill tracks quick fast, as for the rest of you bitch ass
niggaz aint feelin it, I don't really got a problem with it, I guess just aint feelin it
but Ima kill em with a lil bit of some realler shit to let
em know who they dealin wit,
take it slow nigga chill a bit, wanna see me go back to da trap
(hehe) nigga my dough still legit
dope niggaz feelin it,but I hope
I never gotta go back to makin dough on da dealer tip
less you deaf or illiterate, cuff for what a nigga spit
so put my shit on replay
put on repeat, not even knee deep
you in over your head, not even close to my bread
said it couldnt be done, wanna know what I said
I dunno whatchu on but I aint known to be slippin
so all you haters keep trippin but nigga listen...
Yeah I'm on it now,
as I walk through the game easy baby I hold it down
you might try till you die can't be like me original
go find it out and convince yourself that you are bound
but you don't hold it down, homie like I hold it down
gotta eat ever since I was a lil homie I hold it down
never sleep never dodging no heat, you see I roll it out
any day any time I'm comin for mine I'm on it now
and you don't want it why, cuz they know I hold it down
I been about the game since breathing
been about as hard since teething
been about a goal since I moved
from America back to the heart of Sweden
my definition of paradise is a game of craps, no garden of Eden
came up and I started believing
determined to make it, apart from the thieving
in my predicament I gotta ball, so motherfuck the lot of y'all
understand I ain't stoppin' till I got it all
how I feel, either all the way or not at all
so I'm grindin to fullest on a mission to replace y'all, Ima hit em
like a baseball, like space bar, evade haters Im not on they radar
tell haters to bite me and taste star
I'm sick of the lack of ambition and action
the bragging, the bitching and nagging,
insisting that this shouldn't happen
the wishing us back to when rappers were actually rapping
tell a faggot visit a pageant
you dicks couldn't grasp that my click just wanted competition
to put the shit on the map, now they grabbing a shovel as
soon as shit hit the fan
guess I got the haters to thank, the day when I laugh all the way to the bank,
till they wavin' the flag, Ima keep goin' hard, I got nathin to fear
got the game in the bag
playtime is over now nobody on the planet could deny me the ownership of the throne and crown
if you ain't before then you know it now cuz...
My Best Friend Is My Grind
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