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Just kick a little somethin' for them cars that be bumpin' Somethin' real smooth, hahaha You can just ride to Tell me how you feel Here we go... Hold tight, hold tight, say we haffi hold tight... Hold tight, hold tight, say we haffi hold tight... Tell them Mista Cat, and him haffi hold tight Tell them Kriss Kross, everyting is alright Come in the place and you feeling right They come in the place and you hold your girl tight Tell them Mista Cat, him a DJ tonight Say hold tight, tight and everyting is alright The day seems nice and bright and everything feels alright Went to school without a fool tryin' to pick a fight I was loced out Kris Kross shirts and khakis (Lookin' and feelin' like nothin' but a Mac, see...) The bell rang and I got my dash Fellin' good cause it was the last day of school, and I passed No moms trippin', so me and my mom went dippin' To celebrate the fact that I wasn't slippin' The downtown scene was packed People screamin' from they ride to my ride and to the Mac I says "I am what I am, that's who I be" And yall should have seen how they was tryin' to get to me Cool, cause dissin' and no pay They're the reason why we are who we are to this very day And all that love keeps me and Chris tight Long as we give some love back everything's alright Hold tight, hold tight, tell 'em haffi hold tight... Hold tight, hold tight, tell 'em haffi hold tight... Tell them Mista Cat, and him haffi hold tight Tell them Kriss Kross, everyting is alright Come in the place and you feeling right They come in the place and you hold your girl tight Tell them Mista Cat, him a DJ tonight Say hold tight, tight and everyting is alright Now everything feels alright when I'm rollin' through my hood And I see the one that used to do the dirt then turned good Little kids try to be like me... (With the braids, the shades, some pants and some Nikes, G) And nothin' mo' better then a letter sayin' "I'm your number one fan could you write me back man?" Yesssss! I try to pass 'em my autograph I try to do as many as I can Now it feels good when I'm rollin' through my hood Ain't nobody dissin' and a nigga thinks he's too good Cause I'm down like four flat tires (Just a little nappy headed kid from the proj) Showin' I can do right and not do wrong Representin BG's and comin' up strong, and... (We ain't got no love for the side) We only love those who love us back, right? Hold tight, hold tight, tell 'em haffi hold tight... Hold tight, hold tight, tell 'em haffi hold tight... Tell them Mista Cat, and him haffi hold tight Tell them Kriss Kross, everyting is alright Come in the place and you feeling right They come in the place and you hold your girl tight Tell them Mista Cat, him a DJ tonight Say hold tight, tight and everyting is alright Now people seem to think what I do is a blast Cause I'm always on the road and I'm makin' some cash But they don't know, really d'know The pressure it is for some kids tryin to make it in this here biz Early mornin' interviews then we step to school Step from school, back to interviews then it's on to other dues So, warm it up Chris? I said "Ya warm it up Chris?" That's what I was born to do! Now throw your hands in the air and wave from side-to-side If the feelin' thatcha feelin', is the feelin' of pride See, I ain't come out wack I came out right Unlike those moles who tried to "Pass Da Mic" It's the Daddy Mac (Big baby!) Everything is real but you wanna diss cause a nigga sold a couple mill (Look here...) Ya can't say nothin' if ya last in a line So when you diss it just lets me Know I'm on your mind, and it's alright Hold tight, hold tight, every posse hold tight Hold tight, hold tight, every posse hold tight It no matter if you're black, it no matter if you're white Just come in de house make we all unite Tell dem Kriss Kross and dem a drop on de Mic and make we dance until the morning light Tell dem Kriss Kross a de people's Choice we haffi dance until de day light Your girl inna de place and your hold Her tight and dance to the people's choice Tell dem Kriss Kross dem a tear down de Mic, dance hard cause the vibes is right Tell Mista Cat pon de mic Ah ha ha ha It don't stop, it don't stop... Check it out! It don't stop, it don't stop... Check it out! It don't stop, it don't stop... Check it out!
Writer(s): Mark Adams, Jermaine Dupri, Mark Hicks, Raymond Turner, Daniel Webster, Steven Arrington, Thomas Henry Lockett, William Maraugh, Thomas Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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