Letra Holla-Holliday de Digital Underground original

All you got to do is follow the music

And listen for the rhythm..listen for the rhythm



Humpty-Hump (Crowd) x4>

Now here we go (HERE WE GO!)


Come on (COME ON!)


Chorus x2>

BOTTLES UP! It's a holla holiday

PUT 'EM DOWN! Break me off some love



Humpty-Hump>
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



Shock G>

So, holla at me

A brand new holiday for players of all kinds

Rich, poor, blind

Yellow and red, wake up the dead!



Humpty-Hump>

Shine the lights, this is Harlem Nights

True, Digital U and Papa Hump's

Bringing that slump you can bump to, boo



Shock G>

Don't be sleeping

Here's the opportunity to let that dove out



Humpty-Hump>

We looped up Public Enemy in the drums

To make you bug out



Shock G>

Lace me!


We's about to do what they don't
Housing!

Ready to hit the year 2010



Humpty-Hump>
I work that brown nose


Hoes usually laugh
We cruise all through shows


With us, the Underground will blast you



Shock G>

Out of the frame

Can your brain stand a taut sack of deez nuts



Crowd>
WE WANT SHOCK-GEESUS!



Shock G>


Yo, I want you back



Humpty-Hump>

Fat tracks I've heard


But them words got me debating
All them dumb songs, cloned

Got that tone, you've been waiting



Chorus>



Clee>

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



John Doe>

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



Clee>

Bumping, hella drunken


But we always into something
>From doing doughnuts, making hoes go nuts

Our names should be Dunkin



John Doe>

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



Clee>

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




John Doe>

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



Digital Underground>

BOTTLES UP!



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

Ain't no player hating this way


It's a holla holiday



Shock G>

Move on, move, move on



Chorus>



Humpty-Hump>


So go on, na!
Doggonit, everybody get your love on

Everybody be getting they hug on

Forgetting to put they doggs on



Shock G>

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