Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smoke DZA
Performer
Pete Rock
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
S. Pompey
Songwriter
P. Phillips
Songwriter
B. Sledge
Songwriter
J. Phillips
Songwriter
D Styles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pete Rock
Producer
Dan "The Man" Humiston
Mixing Engineer
John Spark Moriau
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Smoke out sessions
DZA
P.R.
Tapped in
Keep it right, right
[Verse 2]
When you up, the hate come from left field
I'm tapped in, dawg, blue pill, red pill
Feelin' like Drago on the treadmill
On the road so much, forgot how my bed feel
God bless the real ones left still
Waitin' for the bullshit to set sail
Intake the dour and then I exhale
She wanna fuck, text code words, let's chill
My man still locked for a direct sale he made on a Nextel
While back he had to, Ave sold wild crack
Wild cat, shoulda been coached by Calipari
Put money on his books, now he ballin' in commissary
Honorary ****, he would do it for me
Stick by your people, keep it fluently G, uh
For the good ones here and the good ones now gone
Makin' it to thirty's a milestone
DZA
[Verse 3]
I'm gon' hold you down
I'm gon' hold you down
Even when it's all up, even when it goes down, I'm around
I'm gon' hold you down
I'm gon' hold you down
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 4]
Speakin' on milestones, I smoke till the pound gone
Watchin' TV, but I ain't got the sound on
Coulda been the king, but I ain't put the crown on
Just a street **** for the shit that I'm down for
What am I up for? What do I puff for?
Say a dope rhyme, lead a crowd in a uproar
Other than that, ask myself, "What do I give a fuck for?"
Game so phony and everybody gets Tony but
Tony killed Manolo, so I snap like a photo
In the juice bar dolo on some health shit
Think about the homeless, think about the helpless
I could be selfish, rather be selfless
Spark 'cause the sharks shouldn't chill with the shellfish
But I keep it G until I'm Elvis
Talkin' dirty on the phone and you gettin' a dial tone
To not get arrested is a milestone
Ghost ****
[Verse 5]
You gettin' pimped now, look at you, the new rap ho
If I touch it, then I take it to a new plateau
Success is a process, gotta do that slow
Before I blew, all a **** knew was move that blow
Write a verse every day and just pursue that flow
Without the risk, the reward is just do that show
Cream on top of the cream, call it dough a la mode
Left the drugs in the hood, took my show on the road
Figured they ain't never been nowhere, I show 'em the road
Some of them forgot the rules had to show 'em the code
Then I started heatin' up, had to show 'em the cold
'Cause they ain't wanna man up, had to go on his own
Slugs crack your skull then they go in your dome
Couple Psalms from the Bible, they go in a poem, yeah
Hard plastic or either the wild chrome
Ain't nothing stoppin' me from my milestone
Kiss, ****
[Verse 6]
I'm gon' hold you down
I'm gon' hold you down
Even when it's all up, even when it goes down, I'm around
I'm gon' hold you down
I'm gon' hold you down
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 7]
Yeah, I'm gon' hold you down
I'm gon' hold it down
Y-y-y-y-y-y-yeah
I've got your back
I'm gon' hold you down
Till we in the ground
I'm gonna hold you down
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
[Verse 8]
Yeah
Written by: B. Sledge, D Styles, J. Phillips, Jason Terrance Phillips, P. Phillips, S. Pompey