Lyrical Breakdown of Hold Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hold Up" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Chamillionaire weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hold Up" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Chamillionaire employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Chamillionaire's narrative.

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[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking] Hold up, hold up If you got change for a dollar in your pocket right now Then it's time to exit the club If you've been sippin out the same cup since you got here and now you swallowin ice (woo) Then it's time to exit the club If you made one toss and all the money you had disappeared, then please step to the rear Then it's time to step your game up Ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, Chamillitary mayne [Chorus - Chamillionaire] Got a couple grand hold it up (up) With your left hand and say man hold up (man hold up) Boys in the front blowin up (up) With the fat stacks in the club, that's us (man that's us) My boys got the club sewed up Stacks so fat, that they can't fold up (can't fold up) The girls in the club know us (us) Because we act bad everytime we show up (sho nuff) [Verse - Chamillionaire] Yeah, you know it's on tonight I got 'em strippin for my tip when I'm in "Harlem Nights" ($5 Tuesdays nigga) Uh, yeah and I got on all this ice (woo) I just came from Johnny the Jeweler, better guard your sight (just paid Johnny partner) Uh, yeah, in Dallas "Gentlemen's" These other boys is holdin ones, we holdin Benjamins (that's real talk) Uh, yeah, go ahead and send 'em in Cause we so rich, them haters sick, but ain't no medicine (them haters sick) Uh, yeah, police harassin us Who's vehicle is this? Is somethin that you've asked enough (for real) Uh, yeah, groupies for passin just We kick 'em out that candy door, they come right back to us (come right back to us, already) Uh, yeah, the golden plaques was up But I saw gold and that was old, so I got platinum plus (revenge) Uh, yeah, bring it if you bad enough But if you not get up outta here or back it up (back, back it up) Uh, Pimp C OG's, so I'm a ballin by that bar in here, like he told me (that Sweet Jones) Uh, yeah, my nigga drinks on me I got some dough you can "Get Throwed" like the homie Bun B (throwed, throwed) Uh, yeah, they wanna be like me, I'm in that lot, I'm hoppin outta candy ESV's Uh, yeah (yeah), she tried to kept on me That's when I spot my trunk and "Swang" it like T-R-A-E (swang and I swang and I swang to the left) Uh, yeah, don't act like y'all forgot That I've been makin Houston hits legit as Rap-A-Lot (what up International Red) Uh, yeah, let off the gas and stop If you still spinnin like them mix show DJ's, add the box (what up home of the Boys) Uh, yeah, we watchin Magnavox, the car TV's is big enough, boys in the back can watch (already) Uh, yeah, they want my cash to stop, but it won't stop (it won't stop) Cause I stay grindin 'til my casket drop (now run it back) Uh, yeah, they want my cash to stop, but it won't stop (ch-cheah) Cause I stay grindin 'til my casket drop (Chamillitary mayne) They told me that talk is cheap, but broke hoes be sure talkin Used to be moonwalkin, now those be strobe walkin Broke hoes for sure callin, fo fos and fos crawlin Don't play with my paper get a broke nose and oh darling Sure starvin, hungry for fetti like it's fettuccine Got a problem, they see me, cause I'ma solve it, believe me Better be good at magic and bottle the baddest genie Had to holla at Jay, cause the neck just look better blingy Wanna be me, I'm just too real to be duplicated If you don't know me, yeah you never met me, then you should hate it You can have an opinion, but I ain't one to debate it If you ridin spinners, stop it, that nonsense is overrated Even if you on dubs, especially if you on hubs Them sixes is stationary, but somethin that you will love Shout out to the blue and cuz, shout out to my B and bloods We ain't tryna be gangsta, for real, we just doin us Yeah we gettin that paper, if you say that we're not It's obvious you residin somewhere up under a rock Got 'em staring outside, they love how the trunk pop Like Block E-N-T is me, they be all on my Yung Joc Reppin them hard blocks, where them hustlers they all ready Your lady all hung up on you, now she callin your boy's celly And that's because y'all petty, my paper's for sure heavy Don't play cause that boy deadly with hands like that boy Freddie [Chorus]