Holly Holly - Glen Ricks

Rock, rock, holly rock Everybody wanna holly rock Rock, rock, holly rock Everybody wanna holly rock Say it! (Rock, rock, holly rock Everybody wanna holly rock Rock, rock, holly rock Everybody wanna holly rock) Somebody There's a way to say it Good God! Uh, hit me again now Uh Come on over, baby, and take the puck A funky little thing called holly rock It might be a dance, it might be a song It might have you rockin', baby, all night long Anybody want the holly rock Take a little pick, you just can't stop It's bad, good God Guaranteed to turn you out All the little brothers, gather 'round I'm gonna show you what the holly rock's about (Holly rock) (Holly rock) (Holly rock) God (Holly rock) aha Sheila E's my name, holly rock's my game I'm funky as I wanna be Lyin' up a hundred, I swear to God I rock 'em 'til they just can't see Mass appeal, a little girl's smile I make you happy, baby, all the while 'Cause I'm bad, good God And if you got a big enough stick, uh Come on over, baby, to the holly rock Don't you wanna learn a new trick? (Holly rock) (Holly rock) uh, Lord (Holly rock) good God (Holly rock) somebody! Rock, rock, holly rock Everybody wanna holly rock, say it! (Rock, rock, holly rock everybody wanna holly rock) uh Rock, rock, holly rock Everybody wanna holly rock, you say it! (Rock, rock, holly rock everybody wanna holly rock) Look-y here Sheila E's my name, holly rock's my game I'm funky as I wanna be Lyin' up a hundred, I swear to God I rock 'em 'til they just can't see 'Cause I'm bad, good God Funkier than a wicked witch I'll pet your kitty, your lil' dog too Don't you wanna be my bitch? (Holly rock) (Holly rock) uh huh, Lord (Holly rock) (Holly rock) (Holly rock, holly rock everybody wanna holly rock) what? (Rock, rock, holly rock everybody wanna holly rock) I can't hear ya, say it! (Rock, rock, holly rock everybody wanna holly rock) (Rock, rock, holly rock everybody wanna holly rock) good Lord, sing it! Rock, rock, holly rock (Holly rock) (Holly rock) my toy box (Holly rock) (Holly rock) bring it back (Rock, rock, holly rock everybody wanna holly rock) you say (Rock, rock, holly rock everybody wanna holly rock) I can't hear you, sing it (Rock, rock, holly rock everybody wanna holly rock) uh, oh (Rock, rock, holly rock everybody wanna holly rock) Time, Annie? Good God Eddie blow your horn, uh Somebody, somebody, sing (Holly rock) (Rock, rock, holly rock everybody wanna holly rock) (Holly rock) (Holly rock) (Rock, rock, holly rock everybody wanna holly rock, sing it!) (Holly rock) (Rock, rock, holly rock) (Rock, rock, holly rock) (Rock, rock, holly rock) (Rock, rock, holly rock) (Holly rock) good God! (Holly rock) (Rock, rock, holly rock) (Rock, rock, holly rock) (Rock, rock, holly rock) (Rock, rock, holly rock) (Holly rock) take the puck, a funky little thing called holly rock (Holly rock) somebody (Holly rock) (Holly rock) (Uh, who's gonna funk with that, shake ya ass) (Holly rock) (Holly rock) (Holly rock) (Holly rock) There's a way ya gotta say that, poise Bom, bom bom That's cool, take me home Rock, rock, holly rock everybody wanna holly rock, sing it! (Rock, rock, holly rock everybody wanna holly rock) (Rock, rock, holly rock everybody wanna holly rock) sing that Good God, let me hear it My toybox I'm not bullshittin' Stef? Yes Uh (Holly rock) (Holly rock) (Holly rock) (Holly rock) Everybody stop on the 1 Good God! (Rock, rock, holly rock everybody wanna holly rock) (Rock, rock, holly rock everybody wanna holly rock) Everybody stop on the 1 Holly rock! Now try to dance to that!

T-Minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0 Blast Come inside, hello everybody, welcome Think you better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down 'Cause we warring all you fuckin' yellow comets runnin' from the front line If anybody wanna get away hey, I'll find your fuckin ass in due time Run and seek shelter but you never will escape Flippin' over the gate, 'cause you can't wait to get your fuckin ass away But you're trapped, and there's no way out of this mushroom cloud But you never wanna realize that I'm planted in your mind now Cypress Hill compound, you could hear the sound Let another motherfucker run up and I'll put your ass down Then I'll peal from your cap the Cypress Hill star Quick look around, you can't hide you just might die right where you are Audio X, we gonna your blow your head up Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up Give me any record and I'll flip it any style Niggaz can't help it, cause they bumpin' the shit loud Whasup kid? Feel the rush, glad you kept in touch With these niggaz who be puffin on the Dutch Bustin' guns, lay back in the cut, can it be? It's just a dream when you're on your scene smokin' the green 'Cause ain't shit never what you think it seem From the streets where life ain't cheap Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins, while you askin', "Who dat rappin'?" We get all up inside your grill, with the skill Shoot to kill when it's time for action See you can't hide, from this homicide, that ain't no lie Better kiss that black ass goodbye when you try to play these wiseguys So who's complainin' when we intensify the levels on the rhyme You better get ready for the battle when the shit goes down Because we are the wild Audio X, we gonna your blow your head up Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up Give me any record and I'll flip it any style Niggaz can't help it, cause they bumpin the shit loud Audio terrorists, mic specialists About to blow this, blast off Lookin' in your eyes, I see your body bag figure Better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down Cause it's on nigga what you wanna do? You better pay close attention Let it be known, I control the zone beyond your comprehension Blunt session, you feel the tension begin to rise Fuck and feed him, if they can't take a joke and get high I'm feelin' lye, in my lungs, what the deal bro? So many people wanna hit my joint but they never got none Imagine that bullshit, happens all the time Niggaz better start growin' they own they cannot fuck with mine Give me any record and I'll flip it any style Beginners better run back to the lab and practice for a while Audio X, we gonna your blow your head up Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up Give me any record and I'll flip it any style Niggaz can't help it, 'cause they bumpin the shit loud This has been another Audio X explosive, blast off