Hold Up (feat. R.A. The Rugged Man, Lord Lhus & Savage Brothers) - Snowgoons

They used to call me Bobo, man [J-Zone scratches] R.A He's rugged! Alright friends, on your feebles [R.A.- Verse One] Yo, see how they go, hip hop R-A-Hay-Ohh I'm a Special Ed. student, with an A+ flow Used to call me Bobo, Buzzbee Burbley Bronson,?, Disco Derby I'm a modern day Ozzy Osbourne Bitin bats heads off and bustin nuts in your pop corn Wonderin how this ugly motherfucker got on The whole white trash nation, rock rock on Now wait a minute, let's bring it back a little bit When you first started rappin, you was all on my dick Yeah, you went multiplatinum, but you bit my shit What you rappin is my life, you ain't live that shit See all the others say I'm twisted, and I'm over the edge I'ma whole crew they stay? off, and stick in their heads Sledgehammer, break pay phones, still calling Stay out the trouble, stay home, Rugged Man, J-Zone [Chorus-R.A. sings] Here we come from Suffolk County and you might not heard about me but we poor [It's time for a showdown, between you and I] You might not wanna be about me cause the shit's bout to get rawdy cause we brawl [If we gonna do war, fuck 'em up fat] Here we come from Suffolk County and you might not heard about me but we poor [Come on sucker, let's get on] You might not wanna be about me cause the shit's bout to get rawdy cause we brawl [? fuckin for troubles, cause we're gonna give it to ya] [R.A.- Verse Two] The way we recreate shit, Rugged Man We don't make hits, we stay broke, sleep, fuck sluts and take shits (Ah-Ah) And roll with the real life whores that appreciate dicks Fuck they asshole, dick full of shit, taste bitch It's easy to criticize me for being so vowel It's worst when you lookin down a shotgun bubble (BANG!) They say, "Rugged Man, he can't keep no deal His mental, I like the way being broke feel" I'm at the homeless shelter, for nigling three meals I'm like Buster Keaton, N.W.C. fields I'ma die broke, no success When I'll, die I'll chocked up, jerkin off like Inxs Now wait, this is the place where stars are born Strictly business, too potholes in my lawn Uzi weights a ton, public enemy #1 Don't you dare sleep on the spot that we come from [Chorus-R.A. sings] Here we come from Suffolk County and you might not heard about me but we poor [It's time for a showdown, between you and I] You might not wanna be about me cause the shit's bout to get rawdy cause we brawl [If we gonna do war, fuck 'em up fat] Here we come from Suffolk County and you might not heard about me but we poor [Come on sucker, let's get on] You might not wanna be about me cause the shit's bout to get rawdy cause we brawl [? fuckin for troubles, cause we're gonna give it to ya] [R.A.- Verse Three] Yeah, it's true motherfuckers, I'm alive and shit The mainstream motherfuckers, tryin' to hide my shit You hate a man's rap flow, I invented that shit You see hoes on stage show, I invented that shit They say I could have been, but I never been That's bullshit, I'm a underground rap letterin I'm like get-get-get-get, get off my dick I'm the wrong kid you don't wanna fuck with Call me Big Dog, Mr. Crustified Dibbs When I think to all the devious things I did This is a hold up, catch your ass all? up Bitch drink cum, when this fat fuck roll up Yeah, six million ways to die, choose one True hoodlum, true?, I'm the sequel Fuck Mandingo, you can call me drum Stupid dumb, Long Island hoodlum [Chorus-R.A. sings] Here we come from Suffolk County and you might not heard about me but we poor [It's time for a showdown, between you and I] You might not wanna be about me cause the shit's bout to get rawdy cause we brawl [If we gonna do war, fuck 'em up fat] Here we come from Suffolk County and you might not heard about me but we poor [Come on sucker, let's get on] You might not wanna be about me cause the shit's bout to get rawdy cause we brawl [? fuckin for troubles, cause we're gonna give it to ya] [Scratches] R.A He's, He's rugged Fuck 'em up fat

Yo, my brain deformed put in proper thoughts Ride through with no shoes and soccer shorts Show up on horses with tomahawks and I slap my dick out like I'm the boss AK, Ak Miller, hot rod, hot with it I'm a Milk D top biller, Ice T cop killer King Kong, Godzilla, not filler Not thriller, I'm a rap bacteria salmonella I'm Jack The Ripper lurking in the dungeon 1888, midnight in London They flabbergasted by the rappin' bastard With the rap to match it and the track to back it Won't let me in the place if they got a dress code I'm the great dictator Chaplain with a globe When I'm on the cunt fuckin' other chicks sex mode When I cum gun power on my dick explode Like, nobody can do it like that rugged man can do it Old school, busy bee symphony, bring it back Canada, missy me, gold chain, Mr T, little bit of history Hit 'em wiggy-wiggy jam, Chilly B go to Philly, Vinnie P Like self depracation, selfish envy Bring heat to the devil and he'll respect me I live my life in a hellish frenzy 'til I'm dead on the toilet like Elvis Presley Got a hand grenade living in the land of the brave With the land of the slave from the man from the cave I'm Louis Prima just a jiggalo with the fedora hat, quick to diss a hoe Like Mr Snowden, let the whistle blow Joe Piscopo with the vicious flow, all systems go I mean all night long All night long I mean all night long All-all night long I mean all night long All-all night long Would I want you to ride me Like my back ain't got no home Yo, mothership party like '99 and Prince signed at a time, better rise and shine Put a blind mind in a box made of pine Combined time and Iron Mike in his prime Like my mind designed for crime, rhymy-rhyme I'm old school Jimmy Dean at the Five and Dime, rewind Old School slang like a hock-a-loogie I pop the chulie, I rock the groupie Hopped out the room and I slapped the coochie Cocaine, heroine, John Belushi You're keeping your wife home, she living in misery Spinning your bitch on my dick chicken rotisserie Wulu dictator, Haitian papa doc, underground G rap, not Rihanna slop You Madonna pop, not beyond hip-hop I am pumpkin head, I am Scott La Rock Better get a grip This a better pick than the evil rhetoric, can I get a hit? Hit 'em with a predicate, dirty derelict, Linda Blair Heretic, I can flip it fast and then slow down a bit That other rapper flow is counterfeit, power trip I'ma show you motherfuckers how to spit It in the television, never givin' better, livin' hell of givin' Never listen', segregation and division, demolition of religion Poison in the medicine your sippin' get in where you fit in Chronies in terrorism, mission to send it from a political nepotism or Alien premonition is you getting the vision Call me Mr Poe, all systems go I mean all night long All night long I mean all night long All-all night long I mean all night long All-all night long Would I want you to ride me like my back ain't got no home Richard Andrew, what you gonna do when you get out of jail? I'm gonna have some fun time-time Club rocking a hot tub with a hot slut 'Til my cock pop up and the Glock got tucked, champagne popped up and I got love potluck, like I never got locked up, Big John slut kickin' It live, dippin and dive Flippin' the pies bringin' demise, minimalize Living the lives, killing the wives, bigger the prize Burn book, censor flick censorship, forward march, start the engine, let it rip Go