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Digital Underground - Holla-Holliday lyrics
All you got to do is follow the music And listen for the rhythm..listen for the rhythm [Humpty-Hump (Crowd) x4] Now here we go (HERE WE GO!) Come on (COME ON!) [Chorus x2] BOTTLES UP! It's a holla holiday PUT 'EM DOWN! Break me off some love [Humpty-Hump] Now bottles up, fall in line It's about that time to take your coat off Let's have a toast, coast-to-coast Show to show [Shock G] So, holla at me A brand new holiday for players of all kinds Rich, poor, blind Yellow and red, wake up the dead! [Humpty-Hump] Shine the lights, this is Harlem Nights True, Digital U and Papa Hump's Bringing that slump you can bump to, boo [Shock G] Don't be sleeping Here's the opportunity to let that dove out [Humpty-Hump] We looped up Public Enemy in the drums To make you bug out [Shock G] Lace me! We's about to do what they don't Housing! Ready to hit the year 2010 [Humpty-Hump] I work that brown nose Hoes usually laugh We cruise all through shows With us, the Underground will blast you [Shock G] Out of the frame Can your brain stand a taut sack of deez nuts [Crowd] WE WANT SHOCK-GEESUS! [Shock G] Yo, I want you back [Humpty-Hump] Fat tracks I've heard But them words got me debating All them dumb songs, cloned Got that tone, you've been waiting [Chorus] [Clee] Well, next up in line to toast ya Clee and my man John Doe-ja We got that bump that'll shake you up It'll wake you up like Folger's Coffee, back up off me Cause we be super-saucy I'm with my doggs and Them dum-dum moves gonna prove to be costly [John Doe] My doggs be, always with me like I'm Rabbit Hut And four-deep in a jeep in the street Plus with the Zapp, super-slumping [Clee] Bumping, hella drunken But we always into something >From doing doughnuts, making hoes go nuts Our names should be Dunkin [John Doe] It ain't no function We chose today to holla and spread love, folks We talk to each other like we was brothers We have more pull than tugboats [Clee] But like them cutthroats That cash flows up and down like a teeter-totter Instead of their doggs They check for their Lexus and their Movados [John Doe] I don't know why cause Who they checking for ain't even ridahs We keep our doggs beside us That's why we the survivors [Digital Underground] BOTTLES UP! [Clee] Toss up your Hennessy, Mo'-mo' and Alize Ain't no player hating this way It's a holla holiday [Shock G] Move on, move, move on [Chorus] [Humpty-Hump] So go on, na! Doggonit, everybody get your love on Everybody be getting they hug on Forgetting to put they doggs on [Shock G] Ladi-dadi, nothing but a party Toast this up, let's make it happen Holla if you need me, pass me the beadie We through rapping Holla at me, holla at your doggs Take me high, lace me Make love to my intellect Sprinkle me, mayne, sprinkle me Cause the people over the stairs They ain't sweating me Move on, move on, move on |
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