Hold Up Pimp C (Ft. Bun B & Paul Wall)

[Chorus: Pimp C & Bun B]
Man, I’m finna pop drunk and bang
You finna what? Pop, drunk and bang
Hold up, hold up
Man, I’m finna drop top this way
You finna what?
Drop top this way
Hold up, hold up
Man I’m finna crank the ceiling pole
You finna what?
Crank the ceiling pole
Hold up, hold up
Man, I’m finna [?] and blow
You finna what?
[?] and blow
Hold up, hold up

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I'm finna let them know the sheriff is back-back
You ridin' tall in the [?]
[?] the crack, the weed, the brown, the purple, the white-white
We got it all in this trunk and he gon' sling on sight
And I don't care who be runnin' thing and who's in charge
Come to [?] he gon' be hard to find like [?]
Enjoy your [?] captain [?] and tell him "It's been [?]"
Have some drill ass niggas coming through, I though you knew
We got gangstas, hoods, felons, rollers, shooters, [?] even midnight [?]
And we don’t [?] confrontation, we embrace it
And your fear so thick in the air we can taste it
From corner to corner, and cut to cut
You can get down or get down, nigga, what’s up? (Nigga, what’s up?)
This the takeover [?]
Better keep your eyes opened so you can see how we’re doing, homie