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

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Dolph weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hold Up Hold Up 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 Young Dolph 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 Young Dolph's narrative.

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Ayy, yo, Bandplay Uh, uh Uh (let the Band play), uh Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up, hold up (hold up) We was down for so long, didn't have no choice but to go up (go up) Pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up Pour up, pour up, pour up (pour up) Spendin' racks in Neimans on my girl, watchin' her glow up (woo) Rich nigga still in the neighborhood store eatin' cold cuts (yeah) Street nigga, bitch, I'm in the Bentley doin' donuts (yeah) Taught myself how to get millions, ain't nobody show us (it's Dolph) Front my young nigga 50 'bows told him, "Lil' nigga, grow up" (it's Dolph) Uncle Vic told me, "Stay down with this shit 'til it blow up" (I got you) Smokin' on some shit you not, got Wock-Wock in my soda (dirty) Used to sign for the packs now I sign T-shirts and posters (it's Dolph) Drop 500 racks to drop the top on that new Rolls truck (woo, uh) Balenciaga the drip (it's Dolph) First class, Dubai, take a trip (it's Dolph) Spend a little bit, stack all the chips (stack it up) I walk in Margiela and go crazy (woo) Can't get money with me, you too lazy (uh-uh) One thing I ain't never did was Never, ever, ever let a bitch play me (hell nah, sorry) I-I-I-I put it down in the city, now I'm up, nigga (hey) I used to eat a hundred P's just for lunch, nigga (woo) I got fuck niggas recruitin' other fuck niggas Hustle hard, ain't no such thing as luck, nigga Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up, hold up (hold up) We was down for so long, didn't have no choice but to go up (go up) Pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up Pour up, pour up, pour up (pour up) Spendin' racks in Neimans on my girl, watchin' her glow up (woo) Rich nigga still in the neighborhood store eatin' cold cuts (yeah) Street nigga, bitch, I'm in the Bentley doin' donuts (yeah) Taught myself how to get millions, ain't nobody show us (it's Dolph) Front my young nigga 50 'bows told him, "Lil' nigga, grow up" (it's Dolph) Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up, hold up (hold up) I just poured an eight of codeine in a Coca-Cola (raw) I make it look too easy, I carry my whole hood on my shoulders (damn) If money not in the equation, please do not approach us (swear to God) Cut my day-one nigga off because of jealousy (damn) Every day, I'ma get fresh and pour up medicine (dirty) Poured too much syrup by mistake because I'm heavy-handed Bitch, I'm the plug best friend, you just a middleman (ayy, fuck them niggas) I don't fuck with them niggas, I'm cut from a different cloth (yeah, yeah) Ask your CEO and your rap friends why they hate Dolph (ha) Rich nigga how I pop it on 'em (pop it) The top come off, so I dropped it on 'em Paid 30K over sticker price, I had to cop it on 'em (woo) Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up, hold up (hold up) We was down for so long, didn't have no choice but to go up (go up) Pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up Pour up, pour up, pour up (pour up) Spendin' racks in Neimans on my girl, watchin' her glow up (woo) Rich nigga still in the neighborhood store eatin' cold cuts (yeah) Street nigga, bitch, I'm in the Bentley doin' donuts (yeah) Taught myself how to get millions, ain't nobody show us (it's Dolph) Front my young nigga 50 'bows told him, "Lil' nigga, grow up" (it's Dolph) Yeah Ayy, I remember my mom and dad was livin' in a one-room shack Nowadays, I wake up in a mansion Huh I remember my mom and dad didn't even have a car I don't wanna get started to nowadays, man, huh Ayy, man, half of that shit out there in my driveway I can't even spell that shit, man On God Huh It's Dolph! (it's Dolph! It's Dolph!) (It's Dolph! It's Dolph! It's Dolph!) (It's Dolph! It's Dolph! It's Dolph!) (It's Dolph! It's Dolph! It's Dolph!) (Paper Route Business)