Lyrics:
, funky Christmas
Ho, ho, ho, this is the MC Santa Claus and my elf, little Joe
Yeah, merry Christmas, merry Christmas, we gonna kick the ballistics
mutha out
Yeah boy, they will
Turn this mutha out
M.C. Hammer he will
(chorus ends early)
Hammer, you ain't hittin' in New York
What?
So what you gon' do
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
Party peoples, in the place to be
Just for you, it's the Ultra-magnetic MC's!
Say what, Peter Piper?
To hell with childish rhymes!
Cause this
about it past is past
All you crusty punks that are into Crass
Go and take a shower and wash that ass
We rock non stop here in New York City
Sweet
on
Founded in 1801 by Alexander Hamilton
That is 190 years continuous of fucked up news
Yo one can play the game, two can play the game
Yo Flav read
Why'all think that I'm done, Run don't got no flow?
What is you loco? I'm grande gato pa-po
Run and Bo, D.M.C. and Fat Joe
Fo' cats on the same track got
the hip-hop song
The funky drums is ringin with the serious tone
Ah clock this y'all, we're on the microphone
Ah MC's, ya like the way we swing (ya like the way
there'll never be a freebie
Lyrics are abundant cause we got it by the mass
Egos are all idle 'cause the music is the task
Valenzuela on the pitch,
So either get loose, or you aught to get lost
Cause I'm just about ready to do my thing
Cause I'm the stone cold, New York, Rap Machine
I'm 'a give you
fish from the funky fish tanks
I'll sell my house, sell my car, and I'll sell all my stuff
"I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had
Say what (yea) now ease back
To the rear, you hear
Eardrums drown, the bass pound
Really stupid, we gonna loop this
? scoop it, is that we rock
suit ya you know the bass is real fat because it's
Gotta be like that a snare on the funky tin and a taste of the high hat
Yo Yauch what's up? mike d
And what you want, you'll soon achieve
It's who you know to get your juice
I started with rhymes and I get loose!
Chorus
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
This is
stomping grounds is the L-B-C
I slid up out the game and MCs got whack
But now I'm back (oh shit), so go get your strap (your strap)
Watch your head
Too $hort, MC
Rap like me, you'll go straight to the top
Keep doing what you're doing and you're sure to get dropped
Like a trick, nothing's
stomping grounds is the LBC
I slid up out the game and MCs got whacked
But now I'm back (oh shit), so go get your strap (your strap)
Watch your head
Yeah, that shit was funky, you know what I'm sayin', Ren ?
I know what you're sayin', this is MC Ren and Dr. Dre
Cold kickin' it in the place
Ah yeah,
Yeah, that shit was funky, you know what I'm sayin', Ren ?
I know what you're sayin', this is MC Ren and Dr. Dre
Cold kickin' it in the place
Ah yeah,
Party peoples, in the place to be
Just for you, it's the ultra-magnetic, mc's
Say what, peter piper?
to hell with childish rhymes!
cause this
is, this is
Listen up
This is, this is, this is, this is, this is
Oh, New York
Listen up
One's for the trouble
Two's for the show
Three's for
You ain't know I could play the piano, did you, nigga?
Can you say New York City?
Now as we proceed
To give you what you need (Bad Boy)
Ladies
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
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