Lyrics:
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight
"Merry Christmas to all and to all..goodnight
through the night
And I swear they were a beatin' those
Congo drums outside
Ooh jambalaya
We laughed until the mornin'
By then my pants had dried
never die. They just fade away."
"Lucy" "Ahhhhhhh!"
"It was a little cocker spaniel dog, and our little girl, Tricia, the six year old, named it
get it promptly
Cash fetishes
Cash fetish forever man
Stacking money old or new
Pray it forever haunts me
For them times I couldn't grove and bitches
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy
Magnavox the car TV's is big enough
Boys in the back can watch (Already uh yeah)
They want my cash to stop
But it won't stop (It won't stop)
Cause I stay
Magnavox the car TV's is big enough
Boys in the back can watch (Already uh yeah)
They want my cash to stop
But it won't stop (It won't stop)
Cause I stay
received, and the oath that he swore
And the code by which he lived didn't matter anymore
So he packed up all his things, and he drove himself back home
night time, scandalous, circle the loud gamblers
Peace-making niggas pep talk
The Beast making niggas walk off the hot avenues with they brew
Time
night time, scandalous, circle the loud gamblers
Peace-making niggas pep talk
The Beast making niggas walk off the hot avenues with they brew
Time
Requiem aeternum
Dona eis, domine
Cash was king now it's being dethroned
By malevolent forces of the devil's own
Conspirators plotted to steal
da-da-da-da-da-da-da!
When I come around, 'round, 'round
They go
Yeah, yeah! It's going down, down, down
They go
New cat with a' old school feel (feel!)
Only
of that train
And my songs will always live
Down in the country (Country)
Where that young boy livin'
For a Friday night
Plays an old lost song through
they been robbin' banks
Cause they name drop Johnny Cash and they name drop poor old Hank
Hey pretty boy in the baseball hat
You couldn't hit
Riding with my son so I brought my heat out
Bitch I'm quick to switch spots make you reroute
They wave around they hate thank god I see now
Old head
face
So I ran, jumped, drove, swam, crawled, hid
Oh Lord, God forbid
The homies see me at the hotel
Cause I know they would love to just go tell
rose
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim 'ere he drove out
Naturally Donatella told them to slide thru
We smoked a blunt and drove to Mission Blvd for drive thru
By the time we got back a surprise ensued
Her parents
his truck, loves his woman, loves to shoot a buck
Four by fours slinging mud, up all night sharing his bud
Wild as they come when they tilt that sour
So take a chance
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
We drove to Cali
And got drunk on the beach
Got a motel and
Built a fort out of sheets
'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by
The chimney with
mess-age rhymes
"Can't Truss It, " "Shut 'em Down
" call it what you want it
They made a day fit for a king
By the time we got to Arizona
Tomorrow's a long
Old straps and wheels
Real fat like they named Big Snap
My under grow like NASA bitch and plus
My glove box got that blah
I'm fresh as fuck I got
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