Lyrics:
At times I feel like slashing in Jamaican Queens fashion
You think you can fuck around, but kid you're just thinking
It's over when I'm sober, imagine
g-g-gone
I don't care
(New York, stand up)
Yeah, I'm on the block, man, chillin'
I'm parked by the Rucker park, I'm just chillin'
Underground love my spot,
rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
The newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
Your suntan does rapidly peel
not why I gave you my new number, you stupid bitch
Delete and block you
I don't have to, but I want to
I'm just trimming the fat
Haters drowning in
is bad
And say I gave a wedding ring threw a plastic bag
Feel it bug the size of many Christmas trees
This must be a jolly green tree for me
Give
me paranoid
Sending green texts when she block like its android
Let's make memories
Tryna kill this pain by taking all these remedies
Let's take a pic
strapped
The lil' nigga, put his hood on the map
Any problems on the block the lil' nigga he would solve 'em
Anybody wanna weight somebody had to call him
are the days
These are the days we will never forget"
Sitting under the corner light, my six string in my hand,
Playing my songs all by myself,
I won't persist this distance, gotta get up in this
She fuckin up my christmas
chorus
Fuckin up my christmas is a new way of saying fuckin up my shit
the masses move
I carry tools that'll pick you up and out your shoes
Xzibit bringin' new meanin' to alcohol abuse
I wanna fall up in the spot where all
givin' out jobs, I'm sketching up plans
Police they beat me, we storm the same streets
We storm the same block, won't stop 'til we free
Ain't think it
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
beam with a kit
Christmas coming, brother, tell me want em a stick
With a beam on the top, better come with a switch
I ain't writing no songs, give
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
to tell my fans
I got my shades, big rock star compared to Elvis
Signin' autographs for rappers while girls move they pelvis
Write songs quickly for
Just keep the faith cause now we rhyme with God
Plus you owe it to yourself and don't forget the kids"
That's when I opened up my eyes and new Bad Boy
Chorus
In and up out of the spot yea we hustlin
I'm by my lonely i'm just like my mommy
Switch it up on em my niggas get money
Ended up somewhere
cause I'm not a hard rock
Got bitches on my jock, like New Kids On The Block
I can't lose like Parker Lewis, I'm undefeated
Step into my sector, homeboy,
on Christmas day
What was there to see……………..
It WAS a new, electric guitar
Underneath the tree
It WAS a new, electric guitar
Underneath the tree
the Christmas Eve service was coming
And the church shone with tinsel and light
And all of the townfolk brought presents
To lay by the manger that night
There
Tryna bury them niggas who diss on my block (get that nigga)
No way, we be sendin' them shots like it's okay
Fell in love with my knock (like, what?)
group, we was the l.O.X. Crooks
I'll slap a hundred dollars on the whole blocks books
And know the block shook, when I walk by
Niggas just like you they
been fuckin, up Huns like Mulan did
Said he gon' slide I'm like, ooh, I wish
Beat a nigga ass like you my kids
Comin' at ya head like new ideas
Damn,
Just keep the faith cause now we rhyme with God
Plus you owe it to yourself and don't forget the kids"
That's when I opened up my eyes and new Bad Boy
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