Search results for 'be your santa claus by keith sweat' Page #16

I come back like 32
Then jump back like 33
Neighbors say my shit too jumping
Move bitch, I disturb the peace
No sweat nigga, word to Keith
All this

a twinkle in his eye and a…
	‘Ho! Ho! Ho!’

Verse 1 	He’s a fella who goes by many names,
	And you’re free to take your pick.
	Father Christmas, Santa Claus

your heart
Just like the Grinch
Ima try and stay cautious
Walking inch, by inch
Ima sleigh today I'm talking about Santa sleigh
She saying that she hate

Party Over Here

Lord Finesse

Return of the Funky Man

1991

a brother with fly taste
After this party there's another one at my place
Finesse is here, party people be aware
Throw your hands in the are because there's

off me
Don't you feed off me
Some of them want to use or to be used by you
Make them aware of the truth and they're confused by you
I see it all

at me 
Hypnotized by your beauty 
Think you gotta hold on me 
Let me be your Keith Sweat who gone love you like me 
Nobody can build you like me 
Nobody

Don't make me show my teeth

Y'all too busy chasing cheeks
I go get it every week
Yeah, yeah, move your feet
I be jigging on IG

Cause I love it when they

Quickly cover up your head
Don't you lock the doors
You know that sweet Santa Claus is on the way

Well I wish it could be Christmas everyday
When

on deck
Money green like Shrek
Leave the club in a vette
You niggas leaving in debt
Call me Keith cause I make them sweat
Nigga fuck you and the set
Niggas

Slugs

Spice 1

Original Gangstas

1996

a hundred folks
Nigga need ta quit that shit, all that jackin all the time
Can't have shit in a nigga hood, turn your bump up and you die
It costs to be

bitch, now fuck me in the ass (wow)
I deliver my sack to more bitches than Santa Claus
Spit fire so hot, it's like you're going through menopause
Here's

switching to Santa
Claus instead of a cane
Nigga your memories are dropped
Denny Cascade better watch your brain
Fuck them other niggas mane
They're not icy,

My Mind Spray

Jeru the Damaja

The Sun Rises in the East

1994

the mind strikes like the nine strikes
A priest by May
You reach for your uzay, when my mind spray

J-E, Rrrah-you it's a horror to you
Lyrical kung-fu so do

walking with a checkered past
I’m on that Keith Sweat shit, tryin to make it last (You know it)
Forever not giving a anybody
Unfortunately I’m not invited

the ceiling
When we jump around bring a house of pain
Candy cane, bringing gifts call me santa claus
When i make it rain
Hear that choo choo train like that

all of your bills like by today
They just take what they want, like it was some mistletoe
They ain't gettin' nothing from me must be high off Christmas

I'm learning how to listen
But your voice is irritating
And the shit you say negating
Silly mo' fuckers must speak to be heard
The wise only speak when

Keith Sweat make it last
And that's a fact
I like yo looks and just to say yo ass fat
Wanna battle with yo mind
And your inner intellect
And you

people call me crazy might be borderline true
So misunderstood they couldn't walk in my shoes
That's a dangerous state of mind for your birds eye view
Whew

mind to split fries with you
Remember many nights when I cried for you
Come December time I'll be your Santa Claus
Winter time and you could be my heater

I'll be the king

Tis the Christmas time
All my homies so fly
Got yo shorty by me
We connect like Wi-Fi
Skirting doing drive-bys
We all in the front line

your boat
Back and forth widda motion, tennis
Keith Sweat'in, you ask How Deep Is Your Love
I reply how deep can I get in
Whatever my laaady wants, she

animated dream works
Meditate to escape the mind trap, vacate
They indoctrinate religions and call it faith
Jesus Christ, Santa Claus is Satans

lugged your Santa Claus ass through Vietnam!
Man, it's hard for me to take criticism on clothes
From a dude who sends a raven to say "hi" to his toes!
Man,