Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Holiday, artist - Naughty By Nature. Date of issue: 12.05.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Holiday |
| Once again, it’s on, it’s been awhile since you heard the style |
| Yes it took a little time but now we worth your while |
| To all of you from my crew who been waitin so long, this |
| Track caps off at that official Naughty bomb shit |
| The Ill-town party rhyme sayer |
| Depletin MC’s like the ozone layer |
| May acquire my desires and like vintage wine |
| We shall sell no rhyme, before it’s time |
| I’m, the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC |
| Microphone controller, master of ceremonies |
| So remember why you hate me |
| I’m Naughty By Nature, you’re Severed By Association |
| Which meanin that you FAKE ASS NIGGAZ who connected to them |
| SNAKE ASS NIGGAZ, don’t come up in my FACE, ASS NIGGAZ |
| You try to keep on rhymin like you didn’t know |
| Naughty By Nature came to save ya from them BULLSHIT shows |
| The Feds pick up the balance, watchin everything that we touch |
| But yeah I see the D stuck in the V-S-E-and-G truck |
| They watchin us, plan on knockin us, through binoculars |
| My nigga I connect the bottom LOCK to the top of us |
| You take the topic, ain’t no profit |
| But give me a picture, and a compass, and I’ll do a Nostradamus |
| Find that ass on a quick spot, catch you slippin |
| Like ice and silk solks, the cover of your album |
| Be the back of milkbox |
| See I’m an iffer hit a shitter like an old timer |
| Momma, I dig a vagina like a gold miner |
| I’ma, rebel rhymer time trauma minus your momma |
| Equal a lot less drama, let me talk to you mami |
| Maybe you could come to Dirty Jerz, New Jeru, witcha crew |
| You bring that ass, I’ll bring the brew |
| And hit some Thug Passion, and roast some D |
| From incense to hash’n, niggas HOT, talkin bout crashin |
| Do we (uh-huh, uh-huh) |
| Do we |
| Do we, dumdum-dum-dum-dum-dum |
| So yo the moral of the story in this game called rap |
| Either we all gon' clap, or somebody gon' get clapped |
| And I’m not down with that, sure as my name’s Vin Rock |
| In '99 I will officially re-open up the block |
| And dedicate my life to preservation of hip-hop |
| I’m tired of seein the people of my culture gettin shot |
| And now I must step up because I know that’s all we got |
| I must do it, pursue it, before all the maggots make it rot |
| Hip-Hop, it ain’t gon' die, it’s gon' diversify |
| And as long as I’m alive, I’m gon' promote the I |
| And no matter how many people try to use or difuse it |
| It ain’t nuttin like hip-hop music! |
| Do we. |
| doo-wee |
| Do we. |
| doo-wee-yeah. |
| Do we, dumdum-dum-dum-dum-dum |