Lyrics:
I'll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents by the tree
Christmas eve will find me
Where the love light
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
It's going down from out of town
Off the wicked streets of New York trouble
Me and my man map the plan and make a hefty bundle
Blessing weight
Do the vanity funk
Do the vanity funk
I wanna be free
From vanity
Cause I can see
What's doing to me
I wanna be free
From vanity
Cause i can see
a blade of grass
Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin' through painted glass
For dignity
Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
I don't want to find myself alone on Christmas Eve
That is not the way it's meant to be
So meet me by the mistletoe that's hung beside the tree
I
I don't want to find myself alone on Christmas Eve
That is not the way it's meant to be
So meet me by the mistletoe that's hung beside the tree
I
I don't want to find myself alone on Christmas Eve
That is not the way it's meant to be
So meet me by the mistletoe that's hung beside the tree
I
here standing with a glee
The best New Year's Eve I've found with you
Whiskey one for me
And my love is for you
We don't even watch TV
Instead we're
Didn't that happen in the Garden
When somebody spoke to Eve?
But I'm willing to do The Work
Willing to do what I gotta do
I'm willing to do The Work
the funk in a song
We can boogie down
We can boogie down
We can boogie down
Show me what you got, you have got a lot
For those about to funk with
Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me
And make me burn the candle right down,
But baby, baby, I don't need no jewels in my
a blade of grass
Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin' through painted glass
For dignity
Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
the desert now
It's almost Christmas eve
Last couple nights
I just watched the lights
Shinning on that Christmas tree
A couple old friends
Dropped by again
around
And funk your dirty booty to the ground
I got it sizzling in the pan
Your mama tells me I'm the man
She thinks I'm doing all I can
But I'm holding
one, gun by my side as I mob through the beach
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my DJ Warren G
Now I as I look for the bud sack
And see where my loves
dem sleeves up
Nigga, what the fuck?
You know about that D.P.G. Bad Boy connection
Connected by Funk Flex we in a Lexus
Or even the Suburban, swerve
and begged,
"Oh, please put me away,"
But they would not listen to my plea
Or nothing I would say.
And so it was on Christmas eve
In the year of '59,
It
It's the G Funk Flava, baby
West-west y'all
It's the G Funk Flava
You wanna down with us (down with us)
It's the G Funk Flava
One and only
It's
with the funkdafied figure
Like A plus funk, funk times stuffed in your back trunk PUNK
Yes the Redman that's what they call me
Wicked with
Im rocking
All of your stations
Im hot in
All the locations
Im rocking all of your dials
Can play me up loud
On your stereo station
Your system
flesh
You got me all soakin' wet
Flesh - the only thing that's worth the sweat
From the day that Eve did Adam down to Romeo and Juliet
Everybody
nice
But there's something about the holiday's cold snow and ice
That gets me in the mood, maxin' chillin' to the funk style groove
Listen
That's all I wanna do
I wanna be roastin' by the fire
Sugar cookies get me higher
Dance 'cause Santa's comin' soon
Let's have a Christmas party
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