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[Intro:]
Jiggy Male
Black Mobb Clik
The Dungeon family
Jiggy Male

[Chorus:]
Everyday Is A Holiday, anutha muthafuckin dollar day [x4]

[Verse 1:]
Check this out
Call me Dr. strange, I be in tha lab
Cause talkin on a musical style
Put it up, you get doubled for what you pay for
I got plenty skils and it chills see
As we creap thru da city AT-ail
All this shit ain't pretty, well I cock my glock back
If you hot a junkie got to tell where da rock ya set
All apartments got dope spillaz
and they servin, watchin out for 12 squealaz
And well Atlanta's goin up, Atlanta's goin down
I bring the sound and I found a betta way
Sometimes a nigga gotta do like Barbie and Ken away
Since I gotta stay
Unemployed niggaz don't pull it far
If it weren't for this music dope, I wouldn't have no job
Jiggy male

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Check this out, keep all quarter cutted up
Lookin at da rocks in da sack, had his pockets from bein flat
Broke anutha choke off this dutch, I won't stop smokin bluntz
I need some french chumps,
I bring the funk with swaids of the tongue, When I say whatz up
You know where I'm from
This watch survival tear, rappin iz da way to get it off my chest
Can't let this stress bleed, rollin thru these swats again
Made many, many muthafuckin new friendz
When I was 20 dope, I gotta get this flow, doin shows
See some G'z out in queens for the fed G'z
And let the toxin ease yo pain, where all the niggaz at wit all tha gang
See all the kings in choice of power, this iz our hour
Poppin wide, listenin to this line
Jiggy male

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