Lyrics:
around
Holiday, flyin' back
Finished my round
Lot to say, call me back
I want you now
Gone for a couple months
Who got you now
Was thinking could you last
Hey, Cause every days a holiday
Hey, Cause every days a holiday
[Joe Budden]
Mic check 1212
Mic check 1212
If ain't tell me tomorrow was my birthday I
fire
Purple cush by the pound
Ask my dog Webbie
This is how it goes down
From my hood to yo' hood
Man, we making money
In the club we poppin'
breakfast still couldn't get up
Back in bed look up that's my what's up
Hit the shower for less than a hour
Black soap on rag
as I creep out the shower
We had the first family, see and Mr. Chris Brown
My niggas DJ and Leroy was puttin' shit down
My DJ burns vocals, Ski-Daddy and Big Midge
J
Ten packs of Backwoods bitch that's how my day go
Still got that loud pack bitch I'm on my J.O.
And my hoes don't roll no swisher sweets 'cause
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
down
Run up on me like click clack, my gun out like take that
She make you do what I do when we doin' what we doin' in back of the 'Lac
I'm like come
of Reggae, updated by rock influences. Deafeningly
upbeat. Can never become really popular because even though they've made the back-beat
more conventional,
that
She make it do what it do when we doin'
What we do in back of the 'Lac, I'm like I'm up all for that
And every night her body gets strapped how
fighting niggaz, swingin' back against the wall
That's for my niggaz that can't be here
For every tear, send my a prayer, I swear
[Chorus:]
How could
the drawings, the campaign was fully funded. I had raised a little over $10,000 to record and produce my very first album. I titled it everyday holidays. It was
Got a ??? in the front and one in the back
Blowin shotguns to me and my homie
I feel like this weed make a young nigga horny
I stopped the fuckin lac
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
doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I mashed up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in
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
big things
In love with mary jane
Like Rick James
Think you know me
Bitch you know me by my nickname
Back up six feet
Now you wanna say you miss me
Cuz
fire
Purple cush by the pound
Ask my dog Webbie
This is how it goes down
From my hood to yo' hood
Man, we making money
In the club we poppin'
blue
Got a broad in my 'lac, playing with her cat
I get her super wet - I call that a carpool
I move like a boss move
My name pull strings like I'm
Tryna
as a bitch (what?) Grabbing your bitch (what?)
Get O.J. start slappin' your bitch
I'm A.C. here's a cap for your bitch
While me and my nigga sit back
Laid back, in the lac
Grippin' the grain
As I'm cruisin' the streets
(Cruisin' the streets girl)
It's 112 on the dot
Your on the phone talkin'
I need a holiday
I been goin' hard like there's somethin' wrong with me
Book a flight for Miami-Dade
I'll lay around by the beach naked
Sip on my
up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in the back
And Im feelin so true
Got much love for my
on holiday every day
Come on see
No stopping me
Yeah I'm About my p
That’s why they call me p
Since a young teen
Had big dreams
Then Fell off
Now Back
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