Lyrics:
baby by my side in among that human tide
I want to be right there when Lindy comes to town
Every day is better than the one before it
If I see
paid shows, vacay on the holidays
You be with them lame niggas, I be on the finer things
Two step my way to a bag, get up out my way
Ayy, it's too
I'm back bitch, y'all remember me
Michael Jordan of the street shit
Hustle hard, taught you niggas how to eat, bitch
Twenty-three on my muthafuckin'
Fuck my life tonight
J'perds l'contrôle du time
Ça devient dur inside
Fuck my life tonight
Molly dans le Sprite
Quand j'suis pas by your side
By your
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,
done
And you never got to see me
Back at number one
I wish that you was here to celebrate together
I wish that we can spend the holidays together
I
Holiday
By: Lady E
Lemme take you away to a secret place
Where nobody or nothing can get in our way
Where the sun meets the moon and the angels
You think we would've figured it out by now
Looking back on this year, I smile somehow
You showed me new highs and all time lows
My baby, my baby I
Fuck a ghostwriter, sittin' in the back
Of the studio tryin' to write a nigga rap
It's the Muppet show, most niggas need A&R
To tell 'em how
Twenty million dollar crib motherfucker
I could buy that
You can see me in a fly 'lac
Maserati's, Lamborghini's or a
Mutherfuckin' Maybach
Lay back making
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
It was summer
And I felt the sun on my skin
We were playing down by the river
Back on holidays I saw my boy
Brown and kissed by the sun
I remember
Okay, yeah, okay, okay (yeah, yeah)
Okay, okay, okay, this Sean Paul (yeah)
Lil John, J-Bo, Youngbloodz (yeah, yeah)
You already know how we do it
Mary J wit the looseleaf
I'm rolling her up like a Dutch
She sayin she wanting to use me
I told her I just wanna fuck
Now in the back of the 'lac I'm
I got too much on my mind
And some of it hurts me inside, yeah
Roll one by myself and get high, yeah
Only way that I can survive, yeah
Through all
rest 'em
Catch 'em slippin', in the hood or the mall
You ain't strapped, we can scrap, I'm good with the Doggs
Fuck talkin', chuck walkin' in my
can't beat me
Capital J dot capital D - O - E
Like a man with no hands
I can't hold my piece
Like the back grocery store a
Nigga stay with beats michael D
Crimson Holiday
Lyrics written by Shantelle “DJ Ms. Eclectic” Thompson and Chelsi “Om'nira” Clark
Vocals Shantelle “DJ Ms. Eclectic” Thompson
things I don't want no one to get hurt
Just give me back my hammer, give me back my nail
Give me back my jeans and my J.J.Cale
Give me back my box with
off of my children's feet
Food out of their mouths
Yesterday my folks offered to help
But they're barely gettin' by themselves
I got a strong back
I want you
I want you
I day-dream of seeds girl when you pass by
I wonder what the future holds for you and I
I tell my friends favorite tales
back, throw it back
Throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest
Of my night with you
(Yea so how 'bout you huh?
Yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?)
[Usher]
It's gon' be along night (drop)
Your-sher baby! (Oh oh) (yeah)
Yeah man! (Oh oh)
This is a J-Lac track man!
(Oh oh)
(Oh oh)
cough drops
J-Hood bitch, my name ring in the ghetto
Cause I'm O.G. and I play the streets like a cello
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