Lyrics:
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost nipping at your nose,
Yuletide songs being sung by a choir,
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost nipping at your nose,
Yuletide songs being sung by a choir,
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
You can hear me comin' from like six blocks
Bitch, please put your mask on
We ain't got time for this shit talk
Ayy, every time I talk they get pissed
gone
Janos and John got ugly ass moms
But I'll still fuck Em both by the end of the song
They both got experience I won't last long
Let the whole block
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick rocks in flip flops
This isn't your average song
This isn't your average song
Your average song is three minutes long with a consistently smooth groove
a catchy tune
to fly
So I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although' it's been said many times, many ways
"Merry Christmas to you"
Love
diamonds boy
Nigga it's a pretty day, and it's flossin season
Added six tires to my new machinery
Double R like to ball like it's no tomorrow
Pretty broads
says your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is
4-0-33
(Earl Montgomery)
« © '66 Combine Music »
Well the two new people that's moved to the middle of the block
And we're at the top of the town
So I don't condone in that, peace is where my focus at
Long as it don't affect my kids then I ain't gone react
I'm working every chance I get so I can
Check out the avenue New York New York the Rotten Apple
We grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shackles
I'm currently servin'
I hustle to get it my kids gotta eat man I'm putting my people on Momma need a new house Babies need some new shoes
I went and bought a new chain I
I hustle to get it my kids gotta eat man I'm putting my people on Momma
make it look easy they break a leg
And I'm eggin' 'em on
Like break a leg and sing 'em a song
I'm John Legend, the new John Lennon
I'm rhyme legend
Some
birthday"
"That's great," said Steve, "someone else will know the joy
Of a birthday near Christmas and getting screwed out of toys
By having two days
her put her pants on no relationship with me
Ay, it’s a new dance song bullets droppin’ to the beat
These niggas talkin’ like they big but they workin’
the Christmas tree
I'm finna plot
Could I get it like them kiddies
Who had money on da block
Could I make make a million dollars
And get anything I want
Could I
anger animal behavior
later on my block rocking with my jocks on
eating Bon Ton chesse popcorn
humming a KISS rock song
socks long to my knees
summer
aliens addicted to playing blackjack
I wrote a song about a kid who made his own flick
But got a bad review in Ranger Rick
I didn't want to get lynched
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