She was a smart, polished girl from the capital
With Hollywood dreams and a credit card
Holiday for the summer, off from Catholic school
And she wanted to hang with the boys
He was just another boy from Eagle Rock
It was a backyard party, around one o'clock
By the keg, touched her leg, blood started to pump
She started seeing two of the boy
She said "Whoa, whoa..."
Found herself in an empty room
"About time I tried something new!"
He said "Hold up!" hit speed dial #2
"I know just what you need to do!"
It was pedal to the metal on a dead-end street
Put the flame to the rock, making Mary weep
Week one was kinda fun, 'til the shakes had come
So they hid from the sun in the day
Pawned fifteen dollars so they don't get sick
Just a young runaway turning tricks for pimps
And she's looking rough, but you know what they say:
"We got a monkey to feed!"
He said "Oh, gotta go score big cash for us
Trick change won't keep us up!"
She said "No, no"
He said "Oh, hold up
Art dealer across the street
He's no match for my gun and me"
Police came fast cause our girl gave them a buzz
She said "My man needs help!" but they quickly shot the kid up
That poor boy got ruined
Now she's all alone and can't visit her man in jail
'Cause he's doing his time under the ground in Glendale
'Cause he's dead - there's no time for details
It was a hold up, a simple hold up
