Holdin’ Na UGK (Ft. C-Note)

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Going down
Say bitch, tell me what you think about me?
I keep a bad yellow hammer bitch cooking G's
And I got a candy '84 on 3's
And I keep these R&B bitches on they knees
I pimp so hard I was fucking up the game
Nigga, you're a lame you ain't holding like Sweet James
They choosin' (??) on my phone, call me Sir Jones
Make a lot a money, so I keep the chrome
20's on the car, keep a pint of barre
Gripping on the wood, playing Above The Law
Hustlas, ballers, selling boys cane
Fuck y'all pussy niggas too, it's whatever y'all wanna do....do

[Hook: Bun B]
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na, bitches we controllin' na
Man, I'm Holdin na (Repeat 4x)

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Man, I break the scene, way before I became a teen
Crushing boys on the boulevard from summer to spring
Music orientated, so when the rap game originated
I fit it like puzzle pieces, niggas couldn't fade it
I made it to a level that other players only dream
Brought heat to the scene, make the women on me cream
And my money went from green to poppin' chrome
Plus I Got my self a yellow jazzy bopper to bone
Got the home and the cars, got the plaques and the stacks
But mane back in the days, it wasn't nothing like that
Shit, I remember when at first they wasn't really with it
But they damn near shitted on themselves when we did it cause we holdin' na