Hide It All - Crichy Crich, 12th Planet

Hold up

Hold up

I got henny in my blood, cup full of mud

Girl on my lap, kush in my blood

Love in my veins, pain in my brain

I try to hide it all behind that big gold chain

Hold up, better call up a doctor

We been mobbing through the city, ain’t nobody gon' stop us

Switching through lane to lane, 'bout to swing down your blockers

With a trunk full of flame, we make it bang like the choppers

Got that drink in my system, behind that (?) like Obama

I don’t trust these hoes, I got your girl in pajamas

Say she love everybody, I keep her wet like piranhas

Got so much (?) in my mouth, I’m iced out, I’m the (?)