Hold on, Here It Go - STS, RJD2

Alright now

Be my one two

Uh and it go

All rough and rugged when you dressing for mass

And my attitude is fuck it cause motherfuckers love it

Fuck It!

Cause motherfuckers love it x2

I got a — chip on my shoulder the size of a golden nuggets in Vegas

And fuck being famous

I came to get the buzz

I came to get the buzz

I came to get the buzz

Hold on, here it go x8

Never had a lot and still we made it work man

Now we on the road like dollar cabs and church vans

Write about experiences from the first-hand

To judge a book by appearance might be the worst plan

My mama raised me well therefore I’m a blessed man

My mama told me give them hell

Don’t be a yes man

Yes ma’am — that I do

I got 'em shook like big-foots and Rougarous

I get them outie like goodbyes and tootaloos

I’m from Atlanta like chick-fil-a's and hootie-hoos

Hell, I was brought up on booty shake and soul food

And I was taught to let bass quake in old schools

My grandma got a rib shack on Auburn Ave

If you ever in Atlanta you should grip a slab

I spent my summers doing dishes and my uncle asked:

«You working hard or you working smart» then he would laugh

Cause he knew that lunch brunch was busting my ass

Said it’s more important do it right than do it fast

Take six months to build a Rolls Royce

Thirteen hours to build a Toyota

Do the math

I did the dishes already, but y’all can get a glass

And toast to the moment and hope this time will last

But there’s a threat that — that there’ll be set backs

I’m trying to make it in America, respect that

That I too sing America Langston Hughes that

I’m from the South where the bible belts and blues at

Out in Atlantic City where the house of blues at

If life is a gamble this where you lose at

Hold on to these words nigga don’t lose that

You feel that fire in your gut — you got to use that

Don’t just be sitting on your butt — you got to move that

They said I’m the one, I got to prove that

(And it go)

All rough and rugged when you dressing for mass

And my attitude is fuck it cause motherfuckers love it

Fuck It!

Cause motherfuckers love it x2

I got a — chip on my shoulder the size of a golden nuggets in Vegas

And fuck being famous

I came to get the buzz

I came to get the buzz

I came to get the buzz

Hold on, here it go x8

Who’s the greatest

Ain’t no greatest

Ain’t no gods here

Ain’t no Poseidon or Zeus or Hades — we all clear

Roll with the titans be enlightened

We ain’t fighting fair

When in Rome, do as the Romans do (ah yeah)

If this go over your head, you ain’t on my level right

And if I go to deep you got your shovel right

I write with a passion it’s like my call to action

At an open mic, I’m like Jesse Jackson

Spit like Brother Malcolm ballot or the bullet speech

Tough as Martin Luther King that have a dream

And address it from the Lincoln Memorial

The revolution won’t be televised because the ratings would be horrible

Hmm — I’m like Gil Scott Heron wearing the latest fashion

At a stage in my life where trendy ain’t in fashion

It so happens that classics never get old

Trends fade but classes never get told

Hit the road Jack

Twenty years or so they mosey back

Just like Kwame’s polka dots

You notice that

But I want to be remembered just like every December

When you hear them same Christmas carols

Uh, Valentine Saint Cupid arrows

Hit you in the heart and you start to reminisce like uh

C.L.

Smooth on Pete Rock shit

This that 54−11 Reebok shit for the ladies

Suede Pumas on my feet made it feel like the 80's

Back when

Hit the project lobby

And the bridge — the b-b-bridge bumpin' them oddies

I was only a pup

I did not give a fuck

I never knew I would touch

Somebody saw when I clutched a microphone

Thanks for holding on

Had this chip on my shoulder I’d been holding so long

Like the Farnese sculpture of Atlas so when in Rome (I tell 'em)

Hold on, here it go x8