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Baby, It's Cold Outside: Crooner Christmas (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Baby, It's Cold Outside (Jeffrey Osborne) · Baby, It's Cold Outside (Holly Cole) · Baby, It's Cold Outside [Somerset] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Crooner Christmas: Baby, It's Cold Outside (Bobby Darin) · Standing on the Outside Looking In: Songs of Cold Chisel (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Baby It's Cold Outside (Dean Martin) · Baby, It's Cold Outside (Jeffrey Osborne) · Baby, It's Cold Outside (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Baby It's Cold Outside (Nashville Cast) – and 90 other albums »


the peace
Without a gun
From Abilene down to Galveston

When he rode by the general store
People crowded through the door
To see the legend and the man called
the corner of my cornea, I see the one time California
Slang for cops and they comin by cruisin
The niggas in the legend peeled out
The people in
jewels in this snow white mink
Kanye shoes sorry no ID, John Legend flow the magnificent me
Roll hard give me molly coffee by the key
Got the weed roll
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Outside the Nashville city limits
A friend and I did drive,
On a day in early winter
I was glad to be alive.
We went
tall or handsome she laughed when he told her
"I'm the Sheriff of Nottingham and this is Little John"

Oh it seems we've been crying for years and for
and packing our chrome
We the flyiest gangsters

Follow, I'm like a Lamborghini green Diablo
Coupe VT, it's like DVD when I flow
Feel me, I'm loved like
this

Shit we the flyest nigga

Bring it to a whole, y'know?

Gangsta nigga

Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold
Pinky rings shining, so
Can't escape caring for you all of the time

Every rain in the morning reminds me of you
Every night when it's cold outside
Every time that I ache inside
With flows older than the first sold cold soda
Grow more for my bros those rojo soldiers
Them cincos are at it again, blow doja
I am like Iron Mike,
I know that absence might
Make the heart grow fonder
Or is it 'out of sight'
Out of mind' I wonder

And do you yearn for me
When the nights grow cold
already signed
We about to be legends like Morris Day & the Time
When Paul gave me a call, man I had to do it
I gotta rep where I'm from so I had
I know that absence might 
Make the heart grow fonder
Or is it "out of sight
Out of mind" I wonder
And do you yearn for me
When the nights grow
this

Shit we the flyest nigga

Bring it to a whole, y'know?

Gangsta nigga

Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold
Pinky rings shining, so
on hoodies screamin' "freeze"
Get out the navigator, godfather iii in the dvd
They hop in, they take your car for a spin
It's cold outside so all you feel is
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no you never let me down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get
[Chorus]
I deserve to play, it's been a few days, ain't showed it all
I go outside and breathe, roll down my sleeves and have a ball
Still got
to the basement when the weather got cold, like a lost lamb returning to the fold, and when the outside world recedes from view, it's just a year's supply
back to doing any damn thing just to get it 
The re-ups be like birthday parties 
No room to park the cars in the garages 
So outside the cribs all
back to doing any damn thing just to get it 
The re-ups be like birthday parties 
No room to park the cars in the garages 
So outside the cribs all
with A and Lou, Nino when they want respect
Son cold, Nino want to show
Everybody know they straight shippin' hood bitches to the bungalow
Pillow
the day
Super hero, you really know my name you know my steelo
I'm on my John Legend, so that ordinary people, say I'm killing it
Behind this mic I
to his surprise)
Feels the burning on the inside, cold on the outside
And the people did the shooting, got away up with his life-time (Ah-yo)

[Chorus:
ain't do shit when them things start to ring
South side, we outside, niggas kill, son
They'll Seattle Seahawk you, throwing bullets like Wilson

White