Lyrics:
come in then another one go
Every time one come in then another one go
Money comin in and goin u would never notice i aint trynna owe it i aint trynna
I'm not so bad,
I just hate to see a good time had,
by everyone, but me,
on this lonely christmas eve,
I hear them up and down,
up and down
Here if you want me
Listening so close, from far away
I memorized what you told me
Like a foreigner on holiday
I know to smile at confusion
Don't
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
[Violent J]
Hey, I'm coming home
Home to the criminals and crooks
Home to the gangbangers shooting dirty looks
Home to the killer cops beating on my ass
Yeah, this is what's happening right here
Go to MySpace, slash Little J X
Check him out, y'all
This the official mixtape before the album
It's
Will you put your drink down
Come and dance with me
Let's hit my residence, baby it's evident
That you been raising hell, I make it heaven sent
M-J
Spreading love and just having fun
Roastin chestnuts by the fire
Christmas caroling like a Choir
Pumpkin pie and apple cider
All I need is us
To make it here
and caress for a little while
Make it gentle and slow not faster
Pause for the cause and heres a word from the master
Yo I'm the j-a-double z-jazzy
Smooth
you, come with me
Hang on to my arm
I feel so lonely
Without your voice, your body
When you're not here
Come! come next to me
I don't know anything
recognized by everyone
I'm unprofessional, fictional and unacceptable
Nobody here likes me
'Cause I have a bad tongue
I'm rejectable, everything sounds so
Should've started shopping way back in June
These Holidays come sneaking into soon
Would make the Christmas Rush feel like a breeze
But I guess ill
into the Hate
Hahahahahaha
The X-orcist is here
Ladies and gentleman
Welcome your Hero
Muthafucka let's bring it back, when rap was really rap
Bussin'
[j.d.]
Come on, come on, come on
I wanna hear that shit bump, bump
You know what I'm sayin'
Who ya know with the big cash flow
Beats hotter than
[ J. Sands ]
Yo
You know what, man?
A lot of people think they can rap, man
You know?
Think they be rhymers and all this and this
Just because
here, doing what karma do
Niggas get popped, don't know the harm it do
Harvesting crops, do like a farmer do
Stopped by the cops, pointing their arm
Woah
Up In my estate, where we pray and we blaze
While we wait for the days, that the pay, gon appear
Up in my estate where the rain, come
By the way
We on Holiday
I don't wear a watch on a Saturday
Yeah I got you babe
When the sun gets low
We can call the restaurant say we on our way
I
getting colder and colder
I don't wanna be sitting here colder
Waiting by the Christmas tree, wanting you to come get me
Santa, don't you hear me
Santa,
skullcap
We're coming to your town
We'll help you party down
(Chorus 2x)
Spoken by Trey [with asides by Fishman]:
Once upon a time Far far away from here
of
Hand held don't hold prints plus I burnt the tip of my fingers
I'm a Bronx gangsta nigga, double r's hoodrat
The nigga they come get quick bitch,
claimin' J just keep calling the heat
Is it an emergency or something you need to talk to me?
J said, "I thought you needed to talk to me
If it's
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
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