Lyrics:
dressed up in a white costume
Padding out leftover room
Body stretching, feel the wrenching
In the cage
Get me out of the cage
In the glare
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
though she ain't a pianist, she's buddies with the seemingly perfect, white dressed key D in our midst?
I mean what if just like the white key D, she hangs
to buy all of the daffodils here"
By her eyes it was plain
To see she's been crying
As she tucked back a strand of
Loose hair from her face
"I want
ain't played then
I ain't in no videos so what
You trying to say then?
Cause I don't dance in videos
Dressed in white linen
Or sold two million, you ain't
'Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse
The stockings all hung
By the chimney with
the role of Don Corleone yeah
I'm on the come up like a young Capone
Young Capone
Hiding in plain sight like I'm Walter White
I'll meet the stereotype I
YUP! ( in background)
(scratch) 1, 2, 3 as this is plain to see
I go by the name of Jermain Dupri
Dopeman fresh in the place to be
And uhh
[Chrous:]
'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
BROOKLYN
Posted up
If I drink at all it's a double cup
One women just ain't enough
Triple up
They sending shots I forgot to duck
I know he pissed that he
[GZA]
Okay.. the GZA
Tony Touch classic, knowhatI'msayin?
We gonna bang why'all, in the head one time
Blaze up on why'all one time real fast (Do
All of my flows is out of this globe
I might disgner the robe
Quarter brick fuck up a stove
Build a bitch buy her a nose
Told her meet me at my
filled with cocaine
Forget the all nighters fighting eye lids closing
Forget getting dressed up in stylish clothing
Take mistakes that I made turn them
been dreaming bout some Ms I been chasing the Ts
When the beam turn on it go down
Give a fuck where you from still pull up to yo town
I thought yo ass
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
been such a day in Beverly Hills L. A.
But it's December the 24th and I'm longing to be up north
I'm dreaming of a White Christmas
Just like
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with
Under the full moon light of the night
Sisters dance all dressed in white
Under the full moon light of the night
Sisters dance all dressed in white
they side by side... white Ts won't wear em twice... I know she wishing that I would just die... she just mad that I only fucked twice.... pray to my
quarterback it
Looked up and all that stackin' got us both paid (both paid)
Real niggas know (ah, ah, let's go)
Only my real niggas know (uh, yeah, yeah)
We
Now all my white niggas and my black mates, we got the game on smash
I used to rate your page on MySpace but you never stayed on track
Upset 'cause
the .40 on me haul around a biscuit
Pull up in the (?), bring the Maybach back
All white motherfucker with the Kel (?) Tec
I'm the young nigga with 100
that man inside the moon
He lit me up and made me bloom
Four white horses and the Cadillac
They are all sitting there all dressed in black
So tell me how
talking rugged
But he's all dressed and dapper
Reminiscing the time
When we was dutchin them dimes
Brothers ciphered up sharing elevated minds
Timbs in
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