Lyrics:
a holiday, I was steppin' to the beat
I had to pay my rent, on the lower East side
I threw my tag around, let b-boys take me for a ride
I started writing
the holidays
My friend pulled me to the side like, "Did you hear about Marcus?
Our Marcus? "Yeah, our Marcus"
A bunch of girls say he raped 'em in the back
at the pool, or riding bikes
Not thinking twice, just living life
Hanging at the park till dark
Or bike it back to my pad
Get home before it's too late
Boy, was
to get half back
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back
Ayo, just last week I told 'em they run done (done)
My legacy could never be undone (done)
Holiday
(Written by Grant Davidson)
Take me on a holiday
I could use a getaway
Somewhere on the edge of the world
Never had a rat in the race
But
where my rubber band mans
He's a banker by nature
He'll call and slick of the debt that you owe and thank ya
He'll switch the toys out never
in the near-side lane
Fisticuffs
on a Spring Bank Holiday!
Said I borrow my brother's car
Fan belt snapped on the hard shoulder
Glove box stockings -
She said, "It's none of my business but it breaks my heart"
Dropped a dozen cheap roses in my shopping cart
Made it out to the truck without breaking
Holidays
The sound of a thump made my heart skip and jump A young deer stood and stared back at me
Frosty's scarf and top hat were knocked down and knocked
definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back
a holiday, I was steppin to the beat
I had to pay my rent, on the lower east side
I threw my tag around, let B-boys take me for a ride
I started writing
right inside, straight pimpin
Dip, hit the strip, I take another sip, then
Kick back and count my bank, yeah, I got dank
Straight skunk, that shit that
come all
Welcome to the house
A little something for my homegirls and all my dogs
Welcome to the house
Break a bitch at the same time breaking the law
the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my
always stickin' 'cause you like it that way
You think it's hotter plus it's def 'cause it's by Cool J
Cut Creator on the fader, my right-hand man
We rock
something holds you back
It's not the promise of the swell or a girl
Just a hope that someday someway it'll be okay
So you stop and say
This is my home
to the bottom sold crack in the alleyways
Still gave back Marcy a Dollar Day
Real gangstas make hood holidays
They ain't thank us but we still paid homage
And why all this fad probings going on
I'm fighting niggas, swingin' back against the wall
That's for my niggas that can't be here
For every tear, send
on the dillzy, I take advantage
All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin' Spanish
I'm mannish - get yo' nails out my back
Slut I'm bout to nut and get
Yea
Uh, shout out p
I'm on my p shit right now
Let the drinks come in
Yea
I'm tired of making interludes and attending interviews
Out books by
the weed at? Ain't that a bitch
I'm gibbing right now, it's Thanksgiving right now
Showing baby how I'm living right now
Clear the crowd, back to my car,
down
Run off on me like click clack
My gun out like take that
She make it do what it do when we doing what we do in back of the lac
I'm like I'm up
Marley used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones
He nicknamed me
and kilometers on the dials of the Ranges
Far away, with my Jamacian sexy, everyday is like a holiday
The cheeba got me in a slum sleeper
But when I try
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