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Let's make this Christmas mean something this year
Let's make this Christmas mean something this year

Hi everybody, this is James Brown
This is
(Traditional (lyrics) and Chris Eaton (music))
O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent
everyone, Mark here. I'm going to play a bit of bass for you now.

Hello, this is Chris, Happy Christmas

Hi, Lee Kix here, filling your stocking
I play
Ooh, are those snowflakes, this far south?
Ah, it's Christmas, come on

Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin'?
In the lane, snow is glistenin'
Chris Brown shit lemme take it down
Yeah Ha
You could be my new girl
Once I got through I'mma need a new girl
All my old girls gotta be cool with my
the donkey, shaggy and brown
"I carried His mother up and down
I carried His mother to Bethlehem town"
"I", said the donkey, shaggy and brown

"I", said the ox,
dress, birthday dress)

Look
Girl you fine
I'd be lyin'
If I said I wasn't tryna strip you down
Can we get away? Lemme take you 'round
On my Chris Brown
Chris Brown shit lemme take it down
Yeah Ha
You could be my new girl
Once I got through I'mma need a new girl
All my old girls gotta be cool with my
the hood
So meet me by the menorah lets get drunk [x2]

J J J Just a little story about last Christmas
About some bad kids who were full of wishes
We gave
brown hair
I was brit by some relief
All I want for Christmas is her two front teeth
Looking back on my cherished memory
A strange conception seems
This is our favorite time of the year
Voices ring out with holiday cheer
So many songs what are we do
Dear Mr. Mathis
Yes, Ms. M
Let's sing this
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)

[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)

[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it hear first Nappy Boy Radio
We love you

Hey,

[Chorus]
She want that lovey dovey 
That
like condensation, water
I'm a mixture between Chris Brown
And Chris Jericho, where's your daughter?
I'm more than y'all can handle
At the Grammy's
Just in case you forgot, we go by the runners, hold up
Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this

I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't
the script
Whatever the traitors name
My aim is dunk em like
I'm Chris Webber

So many phony smilin' faces
Traces of slander
Got em comin' outta funny
and at him, brown Chris Farley
Kalapani K?lid?sa, Vijay from Pyaasa
Wiles out at night, can't breathe through his nostrils
Poppa need his medicine
Reticent
she is a groupie from the 70's
ain't no age limit to listen to me and all my melodys
Yo mamma, on the dance floor gettin crunk n' drunk off chris
Yo
a snowman
And pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say, "Are you married?" We'll say, "No man
But you can do the job when you're in town"

Later
none of us want to be 

People gettin' judged by the skin tone 

It wasn't like this way back with the Flinstones! 

Some times I get kept back
that I'm trippin'.
Throw the left hand, you duck that one, this right bitch won't miss ya.
Beat a bitch like Chris Brown, go back to jail, no quitting.
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'
be this, there wouldn't be Chris,
Or a Public Enemy with a black power fist.
No Queen Latifa, no Will Smith either,
There would only be tight jeans,
to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch

I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin'