Lyrics:
on the block boy I'm out my top
Pocket full of money and my gold teeth shining
La La La La my block is hot
Now I don't know what is Christmas
I just don't
y'all all gon
Say my raps is hot
And clearly I showed y'all how to
Take away half the dots Your
Man Mickey keep running his mouth like
I won't grab
you're receiving from me
Will be
One awkward silence
And two hopes you cry yourself to sleep
Staying up, waiting by the phone
And all I want this year is
never wear a tight pair
‘Why?’
Balls so big they might tear
Yo
All my true friends still kick it with me
I’m a nuisance out the wicked city
I got 2 cents
a rhinoceros for me, Jair Messias. Oh, I like that name. Hasnt he got a lovely name, dont you think? Yes, he has. The music is as always performed by the one man
all together
But, on the twelfth day of Christmas
This is the last day
My true love gave to me
Twelve drummers drumming
Everybody could use a good
My way through
So we say aloud to let it be known
No more christmas eve on the phone
(A one, a two, a one, two, three, four)
Carpooling home for
right now I'm booing you
What did Kobe, Gigi and them other passengers do to you? (What they do?)
My condolences at this time is all I could offer
Kobe
asked for it baby
You'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby
So I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I'm sweet?
Want heat? One deep, leave him
on the tailgate
Been doin' this for some years, y'all so late (so late!)
Bangin' OutKast and a little George Strait
Hot damn, Colt Ford back with Bubba K
Country
Verse 1:
George
His name is George
We call him George because
Because George is his name
cnd he soars high above
Where most will never go
With his
the grinders and the sellers
Yous a customer buster, here go jet propellers
[Chorus 2X: Max B]
You gotta hate us the way we getting this paper
All my niggaz is
groupies
In the bitch after all
Fuck one down!
Welcome 2 Da Family
Woke up at 4 am for breakfast "chow" I had
Coffee that was given to me along with some
my life familiar
Is ultimate superior we don't jack cars
We jack for aircraft carriers
I bounce like trampolines, when I be blowing the feces
I want this Christmas
Is a closer walk with Who made me
An Akai Live MPC
And for everyone to know God's grace
Could see sad with my eyes close
Gon'
bullshit off
DEVelopment busting off lyrics
Like Kalashnikov
From long ranges MC's get picked off
I got a chip on my shoulder
All i gotta do is let the chip
sweets
Want some fuckin crack
Gone and hit me on my beep
A-i-are, sippin on tha barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TVs all up in
Aye long live Ms.Hacka Kid
A real Westside legend
We love you baby
I already know what i'm gonna get for Christmas
A Power Glove and Mike Tyson punch
or you get a beat from Quik
Shyheim Da Kid
Yo yo this Shyheim, and y'all can suck my DICK!
Son you owe me, fuck the dough I want it in blood
You was my
the way we getting this paper
All my niggas is coming strait from minimum wages
Niggas dick ridin the dips steady tryin' to play us
(Quit trying
me take you back
Summer break driving to the lake with my dad
George Strait CD all we had
We played Amarillo by Morning
Until it stopped working
my stash for protection
Family deranged, the world is acting crazed
I never thought I'd make it, it was hectic when I scrambled
On point like a knife
Now we know it's been a tough year for all of you out there
But we want you to know that no matter where you are or what you're doing
Christmas is
peers
Giving them cries for help, I guess they need to see the tears
But wait, wildest part of all of that is
They'll shoot a suicidal rapper right
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