Lyrics:
to town
There's also the nutcracker and silent night
And little drummer boy and the twelve days of Christmas
And to top it off auld lang syne
And ring in
I'll see the sun again
But tonight...I am...The Little Drummer boy
Tonight...I am...the one who will destroy
The secrets never told before
sailin'
The way I bring it to ya hon
Leave another stuck my scoop is how I get it done
There goes the little drummer boy so purumppapumpum
It's Grand Puba
these rappers by their fates
And throwing their destinies out into that lake
And as the earth shakes, and as the snakes eat
I found my birth place
cocked, give me a shot
Cus I'm grindin. I manned the block
Give me my chips homie, hand the lot
You know your boy been grindin
Strivin with animal pride
want the dollar just to take you overseas
You for dawg all of them boys they just want knack off your thing
You for try give your hand make you see what
Besides that cusp
Turn right, I clutch
I've got one more thing to say
I've been amiss for the summer
They call me little drummer boy but bitch I ain't one,
(Jivin', real smoove, real tight, bring it back to the one
Side chain the bass to the drum
The ti-ti pum-pum
Little drummer boy
Bring it to your face
Boy that shit come with a helluva price
I be feeling like gunna
Don't ever fuck with no rats
Most of my brothers some shooters
Surrounded by gunna's
Woke up early brought the toys, and a map
Rarely scrap, get the gains, drummer boy
Now I'm high so I can see them, clouds above us every ceiling
Every
on Christmas Day he's
Beatin' the pussy up on Christmas Day
He the little drummer boy the way that he beatin'
You woulda' thought he was starvin' the way that
to nowhere
And everything
All Night
All Night
She'll be searching for love
All Night
Same little girl
Different drummer boy
She doesn't even know
He admires
the Cuban race bitch
What, you don fucked up the Cuban race, little peon
Nigga you ain't shit, it's gang shit nigga
Pussy boy, what the fuck nigga
Stop
the character in the song
Dead by the end of the song but he's been dismembered as well
And the Front Porch Boys stopped
And looked up at me just long enough
nothing to say
I'm just a young man tryin to make one more day
To all them bad boyz no they don't mess with me
Cause we used to have a drummer
The boy
with these little boys if they tripping then I cut that little throat
Make his girl be on deep throat
I'm finally growing I'm finding my balance
ol' man
Like being proud to be called daddy
And take pride in being called babe
By the prettiest little ladies
You ever will see this side
and I gotta show it
I hear them cries from the babies
I wish they had a chance don't want to blow it
But unemployed for all the little girls and boys
White powder, mayo spread get the toast
Dope daddy bring the mink for the snow
Push them T's but I get it by the O's
You been blessed by the sick
of the year
When little drummer boys
Bang their rhythm with care
Come on, come on, come on and give up some love
Singing with the choirs and ringing some bells
ourselves warm
Sliding through the night
In the grip of a storm
Come on, come on, come on
It's the time of the year
When little drummer boys
Bang their
to pass the time
But little did you know
While you were telling jokes that time passed you by
Now you a second thought in the back of the head of a major
Yeah Yeah (Yeah)
Footz the drummer on the beat (Ah!)
The khaotic way
She keeps blowing up my phone
And she keeps texting me
She follows me like
Cursed drummer boys
On shrooms
Colorblind ghosts
Unloading blockages
In vain
Antagonistic calligraphers
Fractured throwbacks
Eroded lunatics persecuted
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