Lyrics:
Well, I'm gonna send thee one by one
One for the little bitty baby
Who was born, born, born in bethlehem
Said he was born, born, born in bethlehem
in Bethlehem
Children go where I send thee
How shall I send thee
I'm gonna send thee five by five
Five for the gospel preachers
Four for
shall I send thee?
Hey, I'm gonna send thee two by two
Two for Paul and Silas
One for the itty bitty baby
Who was born, born, born in Bethlehem.
Ah, one, two, three four
The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a brave
And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave
no matter how hard I try
I'm gettin' really good at barely gettin' by
Got everything I own
By the sweat of my brow
From my four-wheel drive to my
Two, three, four
Well, I came by your house the other day
Your mother said you went away
She said there was nothing that I could have done
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Monday`s calling you too early when you`re sound asleep
Bells are ringing by your bedside and out in
wanna really see what's in them jeans
Is that a lacefront real hair extension, or it's just a quick weave? (What?)
I'm 'bout the S with the lines
Ah, one, two, three four
The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a brave
And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave
Getting paid along the way
'Cause it's worth your while
Four on the floor Ad-Rock's out the door
MCA's in the back 'cause he's skeezin' with a whore
We
though
You stuck in the friend zone, I tell that four-five the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
Try to stuff it all in
And me and my band gone rock this b****,
I'm a f*** her face off, f*** her waist off, the martian
She hops on my rocket and take off,
5-4-3-2, mic check
wanna really see what's in them jeans
Is that a lacefront real hair extension, or it's just a quick weave? (What?)
I'm 'bout the S with the lines
Dancing in my underpants
I'm gonna run for government
I'm gonna form a covers band and all
And back there by the baby grand
Did Mr. Winter
My name is Joe Roberts I work for the State
I'm a sergeant out on Perenville, barracks No. 8
I've always done an honest job, honest as I could
ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I
bitty Baby
Was born, born, born in Bethlehem.
Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you two by two, two for Paul
caught me a baddie
Cranberry cups with the matic
Throw a half a brick at Magic
18-5 on a Monday
I'm a renegade with the money
Like the way I scrape
Here we go
Well, I walked in, the band just started
The singer couldn't carry a tune in a bucket
Was on a mission to drown her memory but
I
many years later I thought I'd drop in
And there was old Jack still looking quite thin
With four or five skeleton children at hand
Playing strange
a ticket
'Bout a freeway traffic rule.
It's now a violation
Driving under forty-five,
And if I push to fifty,
This here Ford will nosedive.
Dad, I'm in
in Bethlehem
Children, go where I send thee
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee two by two
Two for Paul and Silas
Four for the four
Last chance y'all even if you can't ball
What part don't you understand? Your wish is my command
And I'm a rock a jam by popular demand
You gone
need.
It's too much information for me.
Hey, T.V. child, look into my eyes.
Here by intervention, I want your attention.
Promotion boy in a suit
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