+Holiday For States There are songs about Montana, And New York and Indiana, But the song the nation patiently awaits Is the song I now will bring you
번역: 셔먼, 앨런. 미국 휴가.
at you and got their ass shook up You was crazy, I was crazier for being with you Everybody said I shouldn't, I didn't listen Stealing me outfits for birthdays and holidays
here okay Just come by, later, is that your new girlfriend? This is family business, an' this is for the family that can't be with us An' this is for
to sun down Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten So I'm 'bout to take it to drastic measurements for
1] Y'all gon die, so who gon cry for us hop in they whip and ride for us pop niggas in the skull in they frame, shit it's a body for a body for the love
house Come through in the prettiest Porsche, the grittiest boss State gotta talk till the city get hoarse I'm the icin' on the cake, gangsta of the state
money, money, hey Living the life, living the life Living the life, living the life I'ma live every day like a holiday Gotta get to the money, get, get
need it the most, a thug holiday Jus like, jus like, jus like, a thug holiday Jus like, jus like, jus like, a thug holiday If it wasn't for, all these
I make 'em smile a day If only for a while a day I give them dollar day That's my ghetto holiday I must say for myself I'm feelin' proud today My life
You got me jumpin' like a cat strung up on a wire Waiting for the sandman to put me to sleep I got no show take it slow waiting for the whistle blow No
Washington state Go, go little record go it is named by some guy named Joe And the words are the letters of the words Said electrically played for outer
make And things we say When we're together I hope for better weather this year But you my dear need to know This year I want you alone Ho ho hopefully This holiday
times continuum Has allowed history, to catch up with the present We do hereby declare reality unkempt by the changing Standards of dialog, statements
souls were ever livin [Chorus] Thank you! For takin my land and food Thank you! For rapin my women, puttin me in a noose Thank you! For killin my seed
times I be chasin' my bread since this one's For my people, I'ma make sure you heard what I said, Daddy say Speak loud and clearly, daddy say aim for
, we has to say delease Between the thugs and the police, shit'll never be peace Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly rate We poly for higher states
fuck for a buck, a buck for food, but it's no excuse for forced prostitution, to survive, when these kids will always loose child prostitution, sex-holidays, state
