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to smile

`Cause you know that I'm about to servin'
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style

Everybody's sittin' by your head
to smile

`Cause you know that I'm about to servin'
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style

Everybody's sittin' by your head
Now,
Father figure understands a man might like her profile
I let sink in a while and told let 'em like ya style both you
And ebony I be damned if
And she has a dress of laces
It's worn in many places
The shoulder hangs upon her by a thread
And she has a need for sharin'
For someone warm
[Chorus:]
And she has a dress of laces
It's worn in many places
The shoulder hangs upon her by a thread
And she has a need for sharin'
For
As a child Christopher was outspoken when it suited him at times he was quiet 
And of course he was mischievous as all little boys are as a young
you wicked to ras it nah (lie)
Gal I like the way how you (flow) every time you pass me (by)
Gal you wiggly jiggly and (oh) and you wicked to ras it
Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa

I haunt MCs like
you wicked to ras it nah (lie)
Gal I like the way how you (flow) every time you pass me (by)
Gal you wiggly jiggly and (oh) and you wicked to ras it
is a strange story... one which even I don't fully
Understand...my father is a scientist... and he has been
Experimenting with time-eroding drugs... I
the roof!!
This one's dedicated to the CISI missing youth, cause
This hit the teacher with another style of mashin up
a damn dance, jams get, jammed by the PRT
yep yep, another fuck up
Grab your microphone, battle time shown up
Any freestyle I see while I prowl
I dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought some food for death, go 'head and fuckin' eat
My father's dead well I
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought some food for death, go 'head and fuckin' eat
My father's dead well I
circlin', two cuts on shorty mugged
Streets turn by the fliest of bug
It's switch the e-shit fucker
I take rhymes like a piss
Eat the beats like tuna fish
can't rap, because he talks with a lisp
But I got paid, now you feel stupid
Amazed by the style the sound and how we looped it
Now I clock G's, trunk
my sister, but can't bleed me
A OG, ghetto misery, bled my mother, my father, but can't bleed

Me sci-fly, whole style stuck up
Used to talk
You no comp, for roast pigs, I delete
Your style is neckbone, my cab rides by your street
Yeah!

I twist the bums out the project, elevator lights
We're Iguanas in the midst just, just about the Father's business
From the ashes into the trenches
We move from plateau to the next
From
yourself
Cause at times, I have to jump back and kiss myself
Long live the K, the A, the N, the E
I say the end will be
A big movement, by the time I'm
baby I'll do right by you
Baby I'll do right by you

I need to talk to your father (your father)
I need to size your ring
Set a date, find a place,
brain was infected by DEVILS.
My father would come home -- he would forget about the killings.

He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the Shogun was
see i leave shit bent
So don't even come with that 69, hon
cause i told ya last time, 68 and i owe ya one
back up and let Puba do his thing, 
cause
Father's telling me Yo father what you tellin' me? Daddy, daddy don't like me (SFX of a lion)
He said Daddy, Daddy the refridgerater's by the gate (SFX ofa
you wicked to ras it nah (lie)
Gal I like the way how you (flow) every time you pass me (by)
Gal you wiggly jiggly and (oh) and you wicked to ras it