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Hold Ya Head

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R&B/Soul

Hold Ya Head was released on January 1, 1992 by Island Records as a part of the album Runaway Slave

Song Details

AlbumRunaway Slave

Release DateJanuary 1, 1992

LabelIsland Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

Showbiz & A.G.

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Showbiz & A.G.

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PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Showbiz & A.G.

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Lyrics

Yeah, uh

This is the mighty mesmerizing motivating Mr. Maxwell

Uh, and I'm chillin' with my man Showbiz

This goes out to my man Agent 99, Mike OJ, and Ron Dyke

We blowin' up in '92, peace

Uh, yeah

Showbiz and A.G

Givin' this one out to

My baby cousin Milton, Bob Smith

My best friends Chaka Figueroa, Smokey Davis, Coto Harris

And we ran through it a little somethin' like this

Once again, back again with my friends

Diamond's beats are phat just like a Benz

Andre the Giant is great, but I should also mention

Lord Finesse, he's the funky technician

I'm on my way to the studio

It's the only way that I know how to play down low

Punchin' keys like Rocky Balboa

Sayin' rest in peace to the Chaka Figueroa

Some gotta grow up before they blow up

And did you ever know a young brother who had shit sewed up?

Rent us some BM's and Volvos and Benz

So much jewels I had to pass shit down to my friends

But when down and out and pockets are low

See how fast friends go when there's no cash flow

So I head for the top, times are hard

Pushin' mops, no pops, I had to get my own props

I can wild out, but instead

I just keep to myself and Showbiz just hold his head

Wally World (Just hold your head)

To True Blood (Just hold your head)

Kerry Dog (Just hold your head)

My cousin Chris (Just hold your head)

Hold your head, that's what Showbiz said

In memory of Coto Harris, the eulogy read

Another friend was laid to rest

This world is just chaos, confusion, and a big mess

But we gotta keep strivin'

To leave town, never get down, but keep risin'

From the ghetto, not always ghetto-minded

Some are strivin', the finish line, they never find it

All of a sudden they life stops

From black on black or harassed by white cops

Some are in jail to do time

To take away your time, your freedom, and your state of mind

So pay attention, these are facts, black

Take it from the Giant 'cause I been there and back

This is advice, so take it

Stay strong on your path and you will make it

I'm not tryna tell you what to do

Just hold your head and everything else will follow through

To Terrell (Just hold your head)

To Cool J (Just hold your head)

My brother Kel (Just hold your head)

Big Todd (Just hold your head)

Green light, that's go, why should I stop?

I'm not tryna get bagged by any narc cops

What are you on dope or this is a joke?

The other day you pulled me over searchin' for cracks and coke

What's the problem? You know I'm sober

If you drove a fuckin' Nova, you wouldn't have to pull over

You're makin' me late, my papers is straight

Never hesitate to run check and then let me skate

Take my business card, it's in my left hand

You got the right motherfucker, but the wrong goddamn plan

So pass me by or you wonder why

**** pull out they Glock and point it right between your eye

But I got my shit together, I never flip with the weather

And I always think clever, I think positive and legit

I gotta give big shouts to my peeps Kendu and Infinite

Brothers stare in my face like I'm a sucker

It's too easy to kill another young motherfucker

So I ignore it, I turn the other cheek

Yo Show, you ain't got no time for these ****, these boys is weak

Some punks wanna spit razor sinks

But Rock's packin' a Glock and I don't shoot blanks

Young boys who thought they was ready stepped to this

They made wrong moves 'cause that ass got rocked steady

Down the line, far from kind

Whippin' behind and still packin' nothin' but a nine

Back on the block, out on the streets

I recoup, retreat, scheme real neat to make ends meet

But I can't live trife, shot, stabbed with a knife

I want kids and a wife, not twenty-five to life

Negative thoughts are dead

Showbiz is the man that always holds his motherfuckin' head

To my man Tone (Just hold your head)

To Mad Mark (Just hold your head)

To Carmello (Just hold your head)

To Big Jordan (Just hold your head)

Yeah

Even though we can say rest in peace to the brothers ain't here

It's never gonna bring 'em back

So you gots to love the ones that you're close to now

And I say, and I say, and we out

A.G., my man A.G. O.N. (A.G., A.G., A.G.)

I'd like to say what's up to my man Ice Water

My man D-Smooth

My brother Collie Dog

Just to everybody, man, just hold your motherfuckin' head

Word, 'cause we been there

And we in here

Down, and we out

Written by: Showbiz & A.G.

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