Lyrics:
come to the t'cha
Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin paid
Push up ya han-ds, if you don't have AIDS, biddi-by-by
Push up ya han-ds, if you
sucker believing in some
Old Santa Claus shit
Man, SANTA for life fool
O come all ye faithful joyful and triumphant
Oh come ye O come ye to Bethlehem
of fruitless trees
Beneath a gibbous light we lose our way tossed about by wild waves
We are following the course of the wayward stars
Asking all the questions
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
jehovah no they pretend
He'll do what he promise he'll do
He's god, yes he's god all by himself
He sited in the heaven and watches over you
Barowoma ye
lyrics dem great
Test me, and you'll, test your fate
BLAM! BLAM! Jamal now can know yes you are the Don an' a
come in now KRS-One, an'
that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music!
G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music!
And all my niggas say
You're God all by yourself
High and lifted up
Oh, no devil can dethrone you, why because
High and lifted up
You're high and lifted up, Yes you are
High
lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man
Just kick back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts y'all
that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
Ya nigga, y'all had my, I had my Jesus piece since '94
I don't know what I, I don't know
that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music!
G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music!
And all my niggas say
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
fucks ain't got no gat
I don't even think y'all niggaz ain't seen no blood
I can tell by the way y'all act
I can tell how you talk ain't 'bout no war
on that ass, that's an ass-state
Roll-roll-roll my weed on it, that's an ass tray
Say, Ye, say, Ye, don't we do this every day-day? (Huh?)
I work them
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the
Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the
Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
the grave
Don't get me started
Don't get me excited
On a march to the stairs
To ride my electric chair
Oh come all ye faithful
We're so close to the end
Sound Like Heaven
A 7-6-5-4-3-2-1 aCome On Rahiem Come And Get Some
Yes Yes Y'all, Ya Don't Stop, Come On, Come On, Huh
I Wanna Hit The Top
I'm A One
that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
Ya nigga, y'all had my, I had my Jesus piece since '94
I don't know what I, I don't know
problems
We come with them choppas
They call us the Ladder Boys
Cause we get it poppin
We don't do no robbin, all we do is grind
Hustle from the muscle nigga
to flight
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel
O come, all ye faithful, joyful
lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man
Just kick back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts y'all
there
Oh, come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
Oh, come ye, o come ye to Bethlehem
Come and behold him
Born the king of angels
Oh, come let us
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