Verse 1
Yeah….yeah…..
Mmmmm….Mm!
Alright here we go…
I’m thinkin’ real hard about some money I can hold
But everybody I know is deep in the hole
A steady payin’ job is too hard for me to hold
I call around for work but they puttin’ me on hold
But in my hand a shiny .45 is what I hold
I make a mayonnaise sandwich out of some whole
Wheat I’m feelin’ weak I can’t hold
I gotta rob somebody tonight and take the whole
Bank roll, some cash I gotta hold
At the bottom of my shoe is a little bitty hole
That’s it, my mental sanity I can’t hold
I’m walkin’ to the store with this pistol that I hold…
Verse 2
Yeah….yeah…..
Half of me is sayin’ maintain and uphold
Suddenly I bump into some asshole
He’s cursin’ me out, but this pistol that I hold
Took control, and in his head I put a hole
Ahhh man, now I’m lookin’ around the whole
Area, the gun is still hot that I hold
I’m buggin’ out, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold
I feel myself sinkin’ deeper in the hole
So in my victim’s pants I rip a little hole
And felt for the wallet, and took the whole
Bill-fold, forty bucks is what I hold
Suddenly I hear, «Freeze! Police! Hold!»
Verse 3
Yeah….mmmmm…..
Come on!
Yeah….wooh!
Come on…
In the penitentiary I see a whole
Bunch of blacks and Hispanics that they hold
In my cell I cry like hell, my head I hold
One day somebody ax if my shoes they could hold
I told this guy, «Listen! My shoe’s got a hole
But what’s up with that shiny sharp knife that you hold?»
He lunged forth, the first thing that I thought of was to hold