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I said I'm over it I think I'm buying something else
Leave everyday like a thug holiday
Suffocate a nigga bout my j. holiday
To make a movie bout
hurrying.
He said, don't look for holidays
Don't look, just run away
Go suffocate, and choke your own cry
Go where the water, where the water, seeps from
hurrying.
He said, Don't look for holidays
Don't look, just run away
Go suffocate, and choke your own cry
Go where the water, where the water, seeps from
like a thug holiday
"Suffocate" a nigga about mines, J. Holiday
Quick to make a movie 'bout my Doc Holiday
It's why I'm strapped 365, even holidays
[Rick Ross (J. Holiday)]
You Might need a passport for this one
Its international
J.Holiday!
(And we got a special guess)
Guess who, boss!
(You
somethin' else
I said I'm over it, I think I bought somethin' else
That's why I live e'ry day (day) like a thug holiday
Suffocate a nigga about mines, J
[Verse - Violent J]
I like to suffocate people and bite their necks
They got me in a place that ain't like the rest
And all you gotta do is try to go
on the dance floor 
Wrestling in jello" 
And the joint was jammin' 
From the pumpin' by the D.J. 
They were rappin' and clappin' 
When up steps Little Sheba
Ticket, bought a ticket
Flew in from J.A. and we go ribbit
All year holiday, home in the sun
Had to find work so I came to England

Ticket,
the hood
So meet me by the menorah lets get drunk [x2]

J J J Just a little story about last Christmas
About some bad kids who were full of wishes
We gave
this straight and fix your face.
I ain't gotta sell millions. I'm in the buildins
With poppy comin through with them bricks by eight.
Listen cocksucker
that you a devil by them rhymes you're designin' 
Your play doggin' tactics can't fuck with my facets 
Just because you talk all that glock shit don't
Through the hideous darkness, it lurches, driven by death itself
Only the satisfaction of slaughter will cause it to return to
The darkness from which it
face
I ain't got to sell millions, I'm in the buildings
Where papi comin' through with them bricks by 8
Listen cocksucker and clown, I'll be leavin'
Looking like a nice guy, ‘til I take your motherfucking wi-fi
And torrent every single song in my library
Then I drive by very fucking high by everybody
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
shocked by the live shell
Let's round em up and get em back to the hotel
Motel, holiday, inn-fact!
I'm gonna let you know, once again, that De La Soul
through

J-Live

I been
Listenin' to records I've collected
Records I've selected
And inspected
Dissected on examination tables
'Til my technique was
' All City 'n shit!
Word up! Yo Mega, Fuck Dat!
Rip that Brooklyn shit nigga!

[J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]
What? What? What? What? What? What?
My fleet
shocked by the live shell
Let's round em up and get em back to the hotel
Motel, holiday, inn-fact!
I'm gonna let you know, once again, that De La Soul