Lyrics:
Last year I hung my stockin's by the chimney
And ole Santa didn't bring me anything
Well I wrote a note and I told him what to bring me
But I
opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight
White roses and misty blue eyes
Red mornings and nothing but grey skies
A cup of coffee, your heart shot clean through
Jacket you bought me gone
Cut the music up please
Yeah, I should never leave hip-hop
Controlled by my two hands they go tick-tock
Around the clock, yes it's my time, my
from that motherfuckin Calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass niggas into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows
As I did walk by Hampstead Fair
I came upon Mother Goose
So I turned her loose
But she was screaming
And a foreign student said to me
Was it
And the answers were gone
From hand to hand
Wrist to the elbow
Red blood sand
Could Dad be God
Crosses cross hung out like a wet rag
Forgive you? Why?
money-gettin
See the gangbangin ain't all about the red and blue
'cause some many's corporations is gangstas too
They rub you out in a minute gettin greedier
Hanging by a thread as I play dead
Hanging by a thread and my mind is code red
Cut and run, try to hide
Get away, shut my eyes just to hide from
stores
Drop top coupes (coupes)
Stop by Snoop's (Snoop)
Icon weed (weed)
I got juice (I got it)
Gold presidential (I got it)
Full time masseuse (I
from a red Corvette, tore out the buckets from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
you got to meet me by the knuckles
it all, but they gave him a headshot
Know that when you livin' you gon' die by that red dot
Cops are like some fire ants, so we was ducking red hots
imaginations couldn't fathom it
Imagine if the butterfly effect
Was a caterpillar in the Garden of Eden
By the tree where the apple is
I'm way too talented
shit, I get around
Shit's sick when you living in the moment
Shit is even sicker on eight hundred, my growth
You ain't know I was raised by the best
I'll have a blue Christmas without you
I'll be so blue just thinking about you
Decorations of red on our green Christmas tree
Won't be the same
At the station, at the border an agression to the exterior law and order
Upward plantation
I remember your red dress
Like a field full o' poppy
I know you heard the terms chicks are like cars,
Well I treat bitches like drinks,
When I step in the club and by out tha bar,
So let me quench
At the station, at the border an agression to the exterior law and order
Upward plantation
I remember your red dress
Like a field full o' poppy
[Hook: Red Cafe]
I'm so fly, so fly
You might see a nigga if you look up in the sky like
There he go, (there he go), there he go, (there he go),
in the red
So watch your step, one step ahead
Energy up!
Bring the energy up!
On the double
Steppin' on toes is a common routine
Sneakin' up
Dress to kill by the grim reaper
Alumni snap, fuck Tisa
You niggas all dressed in fuck-season,
I walk thru the sand in these Lebron James South Beachers,
Yeah you already know, this Trae mayn
Asshole By Nature, Slow Loud And Bangin'
Doing my motherfucking thang
Feel what I'm saying
This here, for my
on Fairfax, they thought I was a Laker
Don't get embarrassed by the merits
Murals of Paris, I ain't never been to Paris (never)
Murals of Phoenix, I ain't
this fresh package
(Endorsed by so mean) bad Boy Headquarter
Your motherfuckin' boy Montana
(RNS real nigga shit) red talk to em
Woooooooo (Shakedown)
Ay
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