Lyrics:
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
this Christmas, no
Said I refuse to spend this Christmas
Without my baby by my side, ooh baby
Surprise, surprise
I'm comin' home for Christmas
1-800-Iceman... ice ya'self up...
Lac: Cutlass to the Benz, Monte Carlo, Im-pala!
Mannie: DV-to the-DV-to the-DVD, you can HOLLA!
[BABY] (Verse 1:) Fa' sho,
cheating on me
I believe to my soul baby, you've given me some outside help
That I don't think I really need
The iceman came by this morning
And you
been cheating on me
I believe to my soul baby, that you've given me some outside help
That I don't think I really need
The iceman came by this
in the question's style
Arrhythmic by the end, I'm givin more than one child
Abstract soloist comin from the heart
All the way from Philly, from
been cheating on me
I believe to my soul baby, that you've given me some outside help
That I don't think I really need
The iceman came by this
factors in the question's style
Arrhythmic by the end, I'm givin more than one child
Abstract soloist comin from the heart
All the way from Philly, from
Finally you won't have to be
So far away from me
I'll be there round the Xmas tree
Ho ho ho
You know I'm
I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home for Xmas this
been cheating on me
I believe to my soul baby, that you've given me some outside help
That I don't think I really need
The iceman came by this
on me
I believe to my soul baby, that you've given me some outside help
That I don't think I really need
The iceman came by this morning
And you know he
alone
And I'm right by the telephone
Tell me, when are you comin' home?
Sometimes I get so worried
I think I'm goin' off the edge
The devils in my head
Soon as I get home
Soon as I get home
Dear baby, it's me again, stuck inside this mad pen
Tryin' to pay my debt for all my sins, these is
your homes
So Tip, can I flip? (Yes you can)
I'm in the World War, with Muhammad my man
Feels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger
Uh-huh, what's
No pain, no sire
No pain, no sire
No pain, no sire
No pain, no sire
No pain, no sire
Say you know, by then
Baby's soul fightin'
Baby's soul fightin'
at how far we fell (Look at how far we fell, yeah)
Can you hold the phone? (Can you hold the phone?)
You know I'm comin' home, (You know I'm comin' home
crazy
I'm a thug and a goon, you my fuckin' lady
My baby, my baby Don't trip, I'm comin' home, comin' back
baby Baby, yeah, yeah, you my fuckin' baby
alone
The best news we got all year was Rowdy comin' home
It was dope seein' him on Instagram bein' celebrated
He a real one, he ain't fold when he got
a one-way reservation
Baby, you're my destination
I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
I miss you girl like crazy
And I'm tired of being alone
You're my fatal attraction
Oh, no, I can't stop
You're my midnight fantasy
You're my cream of the crop
I'm comin' home, girl
I'm comin' home
lyin'
You begged me to stay, I said there was no way even though my heart was breakin'
As the miles went by I still heard you cry, I'm comin' home to you
and my weeples natural hustlers
If you need that then come get plugged by us
223's comin' out the state from us
This is Sic' Wid It, you can't fuck wit
'cause here we come
Truckin', I'm a-goin' home, whoa whoa, baby, back where I belong
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin'
your homes
So Tip, can I flip? (Yes you can)
I'm in the World War, with Muhammad my man
Feels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger
Uh-huh, what's
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