Lyrics:
Well,um it's the holiday season
And Santas' been checkin' his list to see whos' been naughty or nice
And I'm kinda feelin' guilty
So I wrote a song
Imma make us get that house that you wanna
Christmas mornin
Parents snorin
Gotta check the gifts 'cuz the kids be roarin
For presents that was bought
the D-A-Z
I heard a new beat
Somebody say they smashed it
Well if Daz ain't do it I can't mash wit' it
And that's on DP
D-A-Z always got them bumpin' bombay
slid on that block nigga sliding bike to bike
And I aint talking bout twice nigga we was really riding on 2 bikes
357 revolver knock you out yo new Nikes
on that block nigga sliding bike to bike
And I aint talking bout twice nigga we was really riding on 2 bikes
357 revolver knock you out yo new Nikes
I was
new song
Race past the fails 'cuz the future looks bright
What does it entail, fresh lights, all whites, new heights
Everyday makin' moves
New heights,
to Paris
Had to get some Lanvin
Then I ran up Balenciaga
Had to get a new fit
Had to get a new bitch
Yeah she asking for my kids so I left them on her sheets
them L's like a G
Now it's off to new heights
Cuz now I see
It's my time to shine
Still haunted by the pain
I've put to the side
To the neck about pain
chronic is green and kids jock the mainstream
Young kids never had a job and driving brand new cars
While Mexicans do cheap labor and work hard
The fakest
Aye long live Ms.Hacka Kid
A real Westside legend
We love you baby
I already know what i'm gonna get for Christmas
A Power Glove and Mike Tyson punch
if they did they'd dump heads
One a one way street to nowhere
Everything to prove, with nothing to lose
You fools at Fox News
Couldn't walk a block
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
dirty dishes clank to a Christmas song
That's Teemu's squeak-toy
You bustin' swishin' swishes
We burn it by the pound
We talkin' stacks of bricks
Whatever it takes to make it
We talkin' crack a his
When they is tryin'
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
addiction like rock on the block
And my glock closed down shop
It's like "Cops" I'm a Bad Boy
Catch me frontin back in the rag, boy
see-Bo keep niggas
me like a jerk
Now I'm seeing the pay off of all my hard work
But now that its my records on the reel
Somehow all of a sudden it's a whole new deal
there's no way
Never fuck with a nigga lately 5/0
I dont want no negetive energies on my time zone
Talking bullshit and I block
I'm a new kid on the Block
they scary (scary)
When we start spinnin' niggas' blocks, they telling (pussy)
Got your baby mama in a yolk (yolk)
I don't smoke weed, I sell dope
the Cyclops
Red from the chronic, don't need no eye drops
Swinging white tops on the block til 4 o'clock, then hit IHOP's
Fiends in line like I, Robot
Take
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
Yeah, yeah, I love Math
Yeah, yo, yo
y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the King?
Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot
tell That he hurt by the way
That he's singin' these songs He never expected for her to
Dead this shit and leave whole time, she been plottin
With this
kid who gets pushed around
Has two new idols
We applaud the creation of a bomb whose sole
Purpose is to destroy all of mankind
And we grow up watching
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