Holla Holiday - Digital Underground, Clee, John Doe

BOTTLES UP!

It’s a holla holiday

PUT 'EM DOWN!

Break me off some love

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

So, holla at me

A brand new holiday for players of all kinds

Rich, poor, blind

Yellow and red, wake up the dead!

Shine the lights, this is Harlem Nights

True, Digital U and Papa Hump’s

Bringing that slump you can bump to, boo

Don’t be sleeping

Here’s the opportunity to let that dove out

We looped up Public Enemy in the drums

To make you bug out

Lace me!

We’s about to do what they don’t

Housing!

Ready to hit the year 2010

I work that brown nose

Hoes usually laugh

We cruise all through shows

With us, the Underground will blast you

Out of the frame

Can your brain stand a taut sack of deez nuts

WE WANT SHOCK-GEESUS!

Yo, I want you back

Fat tracks I’ve heard

But them words got me debating

All them dumb songs, cloned

Got that tone, you’ve been waiting

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

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

Bumping, hella drunken

But we always into something

>From doing doughnuts, making hoes go nuts

Our names should be Dunkin

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

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

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

BOTTLES UP!

Toss up your Hennessy, Mo'-mo' and Alize

Ain’t no player hating this way

It’s a holla holiday

Move on, move, move on So go on, na!

Doggonit, everybody get your love on Everybody be getting they hug on Forgetting to put they doggs on 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