Various Artists - Holiday (PJ's Version) lyrics

[Intro] Go Millinneum, I'm ready Where's the Refs at, uh Earth, Wind and Fire Refugee Camp, uh Bring the congas Earth, Wind and fire up in here Here's something.. Don't spill my drink Ya don't wanna do that, just keep on dancin Ya knowumsaying Yo, right about now, Marie Antoinette Out the box, out the box Out the box, out the box Hit 'em, hit 'em [EW&F] 1 - People in the back, if you ain't the whack Put your hands up People in the front, ain't no time to front Raise the roof up If you're making money Or you're waiting for the first of the month For the check, throw your bets, put 'em up [MA] s**er appeared like Tyson in the ring You over rhyme like Johnny Gill over sing Shut yo' mouth, your knees get weak Cuz when you saw the heat Your Arrested Development became low speech Now what? Like Nore, you sayin' "Whut? Whut?" I burn through yo' chest like a mad city rucka' In the Suburban with the Mack under the turban In the rear view, saw a vision of my man locked in prison I stay focused, my only motive if you haven't noticed Is to be the dopest of youngest to oldest Control this, Marie Antoinette Even the Dolly Llama be present on my set Like I was rhyming in Tibet But yet, ya'll wanna test, my cerib' never rest But endless, like I had an oxygen tank in my chest (Yo, slow down) I been recruited to do this For those who couldn't move the crowd Where you from? Say it loud, danger, danger Use your prophylactics if you with a stranger Girls be actin' like they Mary in the manger Then they freakin' on the beach, callin' me touch-tone But I'm outta reach, I'm doin' beats in the basement, booger With Earth, Wind and Fire cuz like Peter got the hookup Repeat 1 Out the box, I hit 'em out the box harder No bargain and no bother Daughter of Sam so I'm sending some back to his father Solo Author, ya'll was hard and now you're softer Give you vision in your dead eye Irritate you like I'm read eye Lookin' for leniency, you at the wrong place The wrong time, the wrong mic check In The middle of the wrong rhyme, wrong turf, wrong surf Now you caught up in the current and you world was reversed Ladies and gentlemen, can I get a soul clap As I tip my B-hat to the back React when rapper's attack Marie Antoinette Don't sweat, go for the jugular, pull out the bayonette Get me angry? See the Lou Farillo in me Bust into my sweatshirt, hittin' you where it hurt Over reserve any organism I touch, pull the clutch (Yo, FWE, you k**in' 'em, you too much) Repeat 1 [Wyclef] We 'bout to get this thing started right now Shout yo' city out, come on Shout yo' city out, let me hear it Shout yo' city out, come on Shout yo' city out, let me hear it Shout yo' city out, let me hear it Repeat 1 This is it, this is it This is it, ya'll This is it, ya'll This is the way we harmonize This is the way we harmonize This is the way we harmonize This is the way we harmonize EWF, Earth Wind and Fire, come on