Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kris Kross
Performer
Super Cat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Producer
Michael T. Mauldin
Executive Producer
Joe "The Butcher" Nicolo
Executive Producer
Manuel Lecuona
Assistant Engineer
Dirk Grobelny
Assistant Engineer
Phil Nicolo
Mastering Engineer
Phil Tan
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Just kick a lil' somethin' for them cars that be bumpin'
Somethin' real smooth, ha-ha
You can just ride to
Tell me how you feel
Here we go
[Chorus]
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 Kris Kross, everyting is alright
Come in ah de place and you feeling right
They come in ah de place and you hold your girl tight
Tell them Mista Cat, him a DJ tonight
Say hold tight, tight and everyting is alright
[Verse 1]
The day seems nice and bright and everything feels alright
I went to school without a fool tryin' to pick a fight
I was loc'd out, Kris Kross shirts and khakis
Lookin' and feelin' like nothin' but a Mac, see
The bell rang and I got my dash
Feelin' 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 y'all shoula 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
[Chorus]
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 Kris Kross, everyting is alright
Come in ah de place and you feelin' right
They come in ah de place and you hold your girl tight
Tell them Mista Cat, him a DJ tonight
Say hold tight, tight and everyting is alright
[Verse 2]
Now everything feels alright when I'm rollin' through my hood
Then I see the one that used to do the dirt then turned good
Little kids tryin' to be like me, with the
Braids, the shades, some pants and some Nikes, G
And nuthin' mo' better than a letter sayin'
"I'm your number one fan, could you write me back, man?"
Yes
I try not to pass on the autograph
I try to do as many as I can
Now it feels good when I'm rollin' through my hood
And ain't nobody dissin', sayin' a **** 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
Rappers and the Beejees comin' up strong and
We ain't got no love for the other side
We only love those that love us back
Right?
[Chorus]
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 Kris Kross, everyting is alright
Come in ah de place and you feeling right
They come in ah de place and you hold your girl tight
Tell them Mista Cat, him a DJ tonight
Say hold tight, tight and everyting is alright
[Verse 3]
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 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, "Yeah, warm it up, Chris"
That's what I was born to do
[Verse 4]
Now throw your hands in the air and wave from side to side
If the
Feelin' thatcha feelin' is the feelin' that's right
See, I ain't come out whack, I came out right
Unlike those 'mose that chose to pass the mic
It's the Daddy Mac
Big thing
Everything is real but you wanna dis 'cause a **** sold a couple mill'
Look here
Ya can't say nothin' if ya last in the line
So when you dis, it just lets me know I'm on your mind and it's alright
[Chorus]
Hold tight, hold tight, every posse hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight, every posse hold tight
It no matter if you're black, or it no matter if you're white
Just come in ah de house and make we all unite
Tell dem Kris Kross and dem a drop on de mic and make we dance till the morning light
Tell dem Kris 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 Kris Kross, dem a tear down de mic, dance hard 'cause the vibes is right
Tell dem Mista Cat pon de mic, yeah, te-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
[Outro]
And ya don't stop, and ya don't stop
Check it out
And ya don't stop, and ya don't stop
Check it out
And ya don't stop, and ya don't stop
Check it out
And ya don't stop, and ya don't stop
Check it out
Written by: Daniel Lee Webster, Jermaine Dupri Mauldin, Mark Adams, Mark F. Hicks, Raymond Turner, Stephen T. Young, Steve Arrington, Thomas Henry Lockett, William Maragh