(feat. Will-Lean, Lil' 3rd, Big T) 

[Hook: Big T] 
Hold it down, hold it down 
We gon hold it down, we gon hold it dooooo-own 
Hold it down, hold it down 
We gon hold it down, the South gon hold it dooooo-own 

[C-Note] 
I'ma hold this shit down, till you come back home 
As soon as you touch down, you'll be sitting on chrome 
Come through in some'ing new, with them bubble eyes 
Cause you know you kept it true, all through the night 
I'ma take care of lil' one, like one of my own 
Tell her daddy may be gone, but it ain't for long 
That's why I made this song, for all my boys that be holding 
Come through with the bang, knocking off side molding 
That's just the way that we rolling, in nothing but Benzes and Lac's 
And if I had to sell crack, you down to watch my back 
I'm going stack for stack, and going blow for blow 
Pull up and pop the trunk, and let the neon glow 

[Hook] 

[C-Note] 
I'ma hold it down for Gator, and the rest of my cats 
Rest in peace Mafio, D.A. Toast and Pat 
Although we living ghetto dreams, I wish I had you back 
I know I'm all about my green, but I'd give up my stacks 
I done traveled the world, with diamonds and girls 
And I done seen how they act, when they sniffing that ferl 
To all my homies in the world, feeling broke and fed up 
I got four words for ya, that's keep ya head up 
Cause one of these days, they gon have to learn 
That each and every balla, got's his turn 
And every city every ghetto, take a look and you'll find us 
Man hold that weed down, cause the laws behind us 

[Hook] 

[Lil' 3rd] 
I'm gon hold it down, big Bentley I'm rolling now 
My paper stacks, stay swollen now 
This light green, that I'm blowing on 
3rd the Leprechaun, my finger frozen huh 
20 inch Lorenzo's, what I'm rolling on 
On my clover tattoo, I use petroleum 
These Y2K artists, we folding em 
B.G. Gator, Head and Benz I smoke on dro for them 
All this shit that I show, I let it go for them 
Nigga pints two-liters, what I po' for them 
B.G. 3-R-D, you gotta show for him 
Twenty five thousand, if you wanna show for him 

[Hook] 

[Will-Lean] 
The Chemist, I'ma hold it down 
Us Botany big shots, we the chosen now 
We started from rock bottom, we done rosen now 
Pics and ad's in the Source, got us posing now 
Rolex's and Cardiers, got us shining now 
Top billboard charts, we climbing now 
C-Note put it down, got us rhyming now 
Independent status fool, ain't no signing now 
We grinding now, a major can't do shit for me 
Diamonds N' Yo Face playa, was a hit to me 
I wouldn't trade labels, for a Bentley 
A hundred thousand dollars treat, they just rent to me 
Foreign cars, Botany bout to pimp these streets 
All these horns, sound like a fucking symphony 
Was meant to be, like Screw we gon slow it down 
Cloverland came up, so we gon hold it down 

[Hook x2]