Lyrics:
out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty toot
out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty toot
West
To the big H Town, all the way to the 'Natti
Hi Tek, Snoop Dogg, Slim Thug, Talib Kweli
Haha, yeah, that's how we do it y'all
What's the name
New face on the block, so I get all the cock
Silky Slim is what they call me, 'cuz I'm so low key
When y'all niggas in my town, nigga, hoes on me, for
When the guy's back was turned she stole these little red shoes
And I remember on the big'old bridge that went across the river
It went way up high
a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded twelve-gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come
want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go
son?
Hmm, he ever ask about me?
Just a little bit
Does he still like to go down by the supermarket?
If I could just
If I could just see you
Can't
( Ayo Big Homie)
What up?
(Big Homie! It's me!)
Who that?
(Little Homie!)
Oh, what up little homie?
(Oh, not much. I'm good and my mamma good)
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
the world
Facing all this drama when mama's just a little girl
Mama don't know why
Mama's just a little girl
Living if she is or not, oh
When time
Wun, y'all done fucked up now
Oh, shit, 'Ryde or Die', nigga
It's Yung Wun with the big gun
What you gon' do, boy?
You betta sit down, boy, we
the club,
But ain't nothing wrong,
To have a little salsa in ya blood,
I see a couple thugs,
With some bitch Tennessees,
My town but,
I still got
want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go
got up and I began to look all around for my baby
Was that it?
That was it, you know the woman had packed up and gone
Oh lord
That's why
a party
Out of town about half a mile
Four wheel drives and big mud tires
Muscadine wine
Oh baby, you can find me
In the back of a jacked up tailgate
In Yarmouth town there lived a man
He kept a little tavern down by the Strand
And the landlord had a daughter fair
A pretty little thing with
would
That would be oh so good
So why am I stuck
Why am I stuck
Why am I stuck in the gateway between Heaven and Hell
Why am I stuck at the Gate, always
[Young Malcolm]
What's happ'nin' Bloooood?
Oh baby, oh baby.
I say-ay-ay why, why, why, why.
Piruuuu loooove, babyyyyy.
Baby, why, why, why
York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty toot
son?
Hmm, he ever ask about me?
Just a little bit
Does he still like to go down by the supermarket?
If I could just
If I could just see you
Can't
with steel boots
Oh why, why, why, why, why, why, why
Oh why, why, why, why, why, why, why
Oh why, why, why, why, why, why, why
Oh why, why, why
the bricks heard wolfy's cried
So he slid down the chimney,and oh by Jimmy,and the fire,man he was fried,yeah
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf,the big bad
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