Lyrics:
like Christmas
Frosty my wrist
White gold like the Vatican, face red and green like Italy
Got a snow bunny from Sicily
Red head, giving that ginger head
Ayy
Bad bitch rollin' up
Get no chain, runnin' all by herself
She just want to fuck
Pull up in the crib with your girls on my bed like
Out in
the back like a crook in the black of the bushes
With the rats, the axe, and the stacks of wood is
By the garage, the Mirage tracks the shadow
My weapon is
of the cosmos
where only god knows or goesl, blow like a UFO
to give up my work clothes, only to glow with a holy robe
and explode through
Run away into the night
Take my hand and hold it tight
Down the coast, go for a ride
Got you right here by my side
Watch the city lights go by
Miles
girl
See why them Nigga's went to hanging with that white girl
City to city state to state all around the world
Gotta run them racks up what i told my
niggas
We pull up in slippers, in nighttime
Fuckin' bitches in the white robes
Let me know that it's the right time
All my niggas, they be reppin' it
(Baby, where should we go?)
In the nighttime, we running red lights
Look at all the headlights
I need some white wine
Feel it in my blood, know
Money make the world go round
And all the pretty girls go down
And I still roll round through my old hood in my new whip
All white ghost I call it my
then red, white and blue
[Chorus]
Ridin' in the street you can feel the city heat
A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete
Creepin', I'm
GORGISSIMA:
Everyone you lost will find you in the city of gold.
YUPPIE #2:
This is how it feels to have it all:
Ten years' real-world time
YUPPIE #3:
No
back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body
the fuckin' way
We plant flags in the ground
Because we here to stay
And bring my whole hood out
And have my own parade
(Black Gold!)
I purposely wrote
and be your funeral
(Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin' through
Drive-by, layin' side by side as they viewin' you
Ha, cause you will
would trade gold for food
I heard boar's head killed more than nuclear's warhead
Or street serfs who walk around dressed in all red
Bobby Digi said if
hoodies
Christmas day, I'm in a tre
While some of you niggas got the
Robe reindeer and a sleigh
We don't call it five oh
We call it one time
It's my life my
spirit
I am dead and yet unborn
I have passed into Olympus
As was told in tales of old
To the city of immortals
Marble white and purest gold
I
All my clothes are designer nigga
In my back seat reclinin' nigga
Came in rockin' all gold
And I'm fuckin' all y'all hoes
Smokin' on that Lee Haney
in flows)
Let you know that you the shit and that's my goal
So when my music touch souls
It feels like I struck gold (struck gold)
I struck gold
I
(woo)
My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye (shine)
You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by (whoa)
Put the birds in my
Mary wearing silver
And gold Bengal's in a dirty white robe
Wit the hair all tangle
Going to jail or hell
Cuz of my murderous angles
Life and Death is
She take my money when I'm in need
Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed
Oh, she's a gold digger
Way over town, that digs on me
(She give me
She take my money when I'm in need
Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed
Oh, she's a gold digger
Way over town, that digs on me
(She give me
under the door
There's a rope around my neck
And there's a trigger in your gun
Jesus say something
I am someone, I am someone
I am someone
Captain
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