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Santa Claus Goes Straight to the Ghetto

Snoop Dogg

Christmas on Death Row

1996

Eve, by the leaves, every 6 with the year
Girls and boys full off joy with the season cheer
Smell the sky, hella pies and cakes gettin' baked
To be

Uh yeah
First off congratulations
Y'all got another cypher
Cause by my calculations
The last cypher was my last cypher
But aberration happen and it’s

think i wanna be faggot, man
a mincing ninny, prancing fairy, merry little queen,
a Bruce LaBruce wet dream, a nancy boy with wings,

I wanna be, I wanna

Dripping thru the lane
And we looking fantastic 
Gold by the packet 
Ripping off the plastic
Back in my domain we about to make a classic
Beat going

and I'm turnt I had a dream
Had to turn it down, life ain't what it seem
Now I got these chains, yeah, they glisten, yeah they beam
Group full of killers,

or written
I promise no kitten I'm slayin the bitches
Till resting in caskets just me and the mrs
Or me and the misfits
Signed by Monroe
These the commandments

or written
I promise no kitten I'm slayin the bitches
Till resting in caskets just me and the mrs
Or me and the misfits
Signed by Monroe
These the commandments

[Verse 1: Marion Write]
I'm just doin' my thing, doin', I'm doin' my thing
Plans to put ice on a ring finger, is only a dream
Plans to get rich for my

The Old Homestead

Neil Young

Hawks & Doves

1980

ride that crazy horse?
Inquires the shadow with little remorse
Just then a priest comes down the stairs
With a sack of dreams and old nightmares

City of New Orleans

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 4

1995

Ridin' on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders 3 conductors and 24 sacks of mail
All along

City of New Orleans

Judy Collins

Judith

1975

sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin' trains that have no

run at you
Yeah

All I wanna do is
Sit back, smoke sacks, bump my new shit
Ahhhh
All I wanna do is
Sit back, smoke sacks, bump my new shit
Uh

and got ah sack and grabbed a smith and western 
Looked at the projects like I got us ima be a legend  
Look in the mirror like I'm tired of stressing
If

Yeah it's right by my britches 

Count up that sack 
I'm all up in mamma kitchen 
Calling her phone 
Your b**** she ain't missing 
Box with her cat you

a mandolin
Scrambling these words together, no one fucks with fancy pants
I'm vain as fuck, can't walk by a mirror without a handsome glance!

I'm a sick

just a gnat
My stepper can't be televised, he's known to twitch like Kai Cenat
All of my ropes is gold, I'm using them bitches to tie up the sack
I

just a gnat
My stepper can't be televised, he's known to twitch like Kai Cenat
All of my ropes is gold, I'm usin' them bitches to tie up the sack
I

crazy horse?
Inquires the shadow
with little remorse
Just then a priest
comes down the stairs
With a sack of dreams
and old nightmares.

Who are you,

City of New Orleans [Live]

Arlo Guthrie

Together in Concert

1975

(I'm gonna sing you one of my favorite songs)
(This is written by a good friend of mine)
(By the name Steve Goodman)

Ridin' on the City of New

City of New Orleans [Live]

Arlo Guthrie

Together in Concert

1975

(I'm gonna sing you one of my favorite songs)
(This is written by a good friend of mine)
(By the name Steve Goodman)

Ridin' on the City of New

Stung by a wasp in a dream the disgust
Knowing full well that I lack the trust
I hate the fuss and I like to fuck
A prodigy monogamy and all that

Sometimes it's on the right
It depends on the way you're going
Sometimes Nick spits on the mic

I've got one backpack, but wanna take both sacks off
Only one

Mazdas, Tammy and Natasha
The menage-a-trois is at my crib
Like Ill and Al Skratch smokin' 50
Sacks in the back of Ac's
Windows cracked, so sit back relax

City of New Orleans

Steve Goodman

Folk Song America, Vol. 4

1994

and twenty-five sacks of mail

They're all out on the southbound odyssey
And the train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolls past the houses, farms and fields
Passin'