Lyrics:
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
Oh it's holiday time living life so sublime
Without a single tiny care like I'm supposed to
And now it's five days away from Christmas Day
But somehow
Swing
Yo
Christmas came early now they screamin "hallelujah"
Don shit, lately I been ballin like I'm Luka
Doncic, fourth quarter really do it to ya
died over.
12 gun salute to all the fallen soldiers.
We shall meet again when it's all over.
But until then I'm stacking for the family, just in case
I was born in November, eight day 1971st y'all,
nine o'clock in the mornin', a Christian girl in Kansas City gave birth y'all,
She taught the kid
air anuh 12 months alone ago mek a one year.
Cause I've been waiting for soo long taking this day by day, believe u me, in this life eeeh life am
book!
here let me read you this one
Chrismas in Compton
it was a silent night, yes a holy night
until Mr. Claus turned into Santa muthafuckin' right?
I said ayo
Ayo
I need some cash but see the pay slow
Pay slow
I need some money by today though
Day though
I need some money by today
Today
I must
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
a laugh
I tell you what I like Wildings at Christmas mate
I grew up in Newport in the nineteen eighties
Hanging by the castle with all my mates
Sparking up
cross make awesome moves
The 9 could Tony Park your dude
Then I Colonel Mustard x the clues
Stackin Mr. Green in multitudes
So mister copper please don't
like Atlantic Starr
New Birth, Wildflower was that jamming shit by far
And Eddie Kendricks' voice will have you singing in your car
I know, I know, I
from Billy
Brought to you by way or two buns
We smugglin' in and out of the place, our two guns
Notice, see the Q you I, Dogg Pound collabo', yup
never woke up
I feel worse
Than when S Club 7 broke up
I hate the day
It hates me
So does everybody else
I sit here drooling on my own again
poop
But just rock, a by, rock, a by booboo
Let your fingers do the walkin, hey I'm talkin, yoohoo
Can ya, can ya hear me? Checka, checka 1-2
Ayo,
myself three cookies crack baby
I'm all in is you going to bet it all in baby
fuck 12 I'm in the hood trying to make it out baby
Cedar Ridge I'm
But I'm rolling up instead
Flip a zoot up In my fucking pencil case
Then the clock strikes 12 and we gone without a trace
I never wanted to study
I'm
Call
[Billy Danze]
Yo, what if I leave you, will you stand?
be -I-Double L-why-D-A-N-Z-E (Danze)
Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer
Before I
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
said I'm mr christmas
and you could be my girl
we have to make this city happy
so don't run away just stay for the day
and help me out
we have to make it
I was born in November, eight day 1971st y'all,
nine o'clock in the mornin', a Christian girl in Kansas City gave birth y'all,
She taught the kid
to wreck the crew
we be havin mad fun
Niggas known me from day one
lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Violat'in they were even nameless
Verse 2
Up! magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape
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