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Intro:
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Jiggy Male
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Black Mobb Clik
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The Dungeon family
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Jiggy Male
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Chorus:
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Everyday Is A Holiday, anutha muthafuckin dollar day (x4)
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Verse 1:
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Check this out
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Call me Dr. strange, I be in tha lab
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Cause talkin on a musical style
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Put it up, you get doubled for what you pay for
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I got plenty skils and it chills see
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As we creap thru da city AT-ail
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All this shit ain't pretty, well I cock my glock back
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If you hot a junkie got to tell where da rock ya set
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All apartments got dope spillaz
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and they servin, watchin out for 12 squealaz
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And well Atlanta's goin up, Atlanta's goin down
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I bring the sound and I found a betta way
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Sometimes a nigga gotta do like Barbie and Ken away
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Since I gotta stay
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Unemployed niggaz don't pull it far
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If it weren't for this music dope, I wouldn't have no job
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Jiggy male
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Chorus
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Verse 2:
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Check this out, keep all quarter cutted up
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Lookin at da rocks in da sack, had his pockets from bein flat
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Broke anutha choke off this dutch, I won't stop smokin bluntz
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I need some french chumps,
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I bring the funk with swaids of the tongue, When I say whatz up
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You know where I'm from
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This watch survival tear, rappin iz da way to get it off my chest
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Can't let this stress bleed, rollin thru these swats again
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Made many, many muthafuckin new friendz
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When I was 20 dope, I gotta get this flow, doin shows
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See some G'z out in queens for the fed G'z
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And let the toxin ease yo pain, where all the niggaz at wit all tha gang
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See all the kings in choice of power, this iz our hour
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Poppin wide, listenin to this line
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Jiggy male
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Chorus
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Holiday
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Witch Doctor |