Letras:
Hold On Kid Here Is Your Song

anymore I won't say it to your face You never said it to mine, So here is your song I hope one day you'll hear it And feel the way that I felt On the

here so here man, he put you up to this? [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Now first you rappin like TIP then you rappin like Wayne Get your own little style, homie, stay in your

Wasent A Pranksta (Get Low) Is Rather Not Resort To Violence And Chop Off Your Ears And Eyelids Im A Nice Guy Kid Ill Still Make You Cry Kid [Chorus

me later huh? (haha) When will a hater learn I'm too great on a song I push weight on the corner, send weight to the coroner When courage make him turn

po he used to diss Jamaicans and Hatians cause you thought I was American Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!! Go back to Jamaica, what's good is

flex and mr cee I want people to feel threaten Stop your bloodcalt crying The kid The dog Everybody dying No lying Your boys jeans to tight Your colors to bright Your

record I put a couple careers on hold, you could be next kid Keep entering the danger zone You gon' make that boy Hov put your name in a song If you

nasty think I'm sexist but they bought my first L.P. u know-Grits Sandwiches for Breakfast Sayin ooh your this and oooh your that uh uh uh hold up cutie What's your favorite song

up on the fuckin lick. chours 2x (La Chat) Hold up, hold up, so you call ya self a gangsta muthafucka, you bitch La Chat im out here on the town