Lyrics:
girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' always stickin' cause you like it that way
You take a step because it's def and plus it's by Cool J.
Cut Creator
In my house a wreath was made
To celebrate the holiday
But it couldn't compare to the one I wore
Fastened to my blouse
Colors shown illuminate
off Avenue J and Fifth
I identify with your riff (come on)
But I exist for more than just a Benz, so mends
I'm cuttin' off my friends to keep
make
Hootie Hoo
Tight like hallways, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo)
Yeah, Hootie Hoo
Big Boi on the left, Andre's on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked
the stairs
Close my eyes, and I'm there
I'm haunted
By the ghost of Christmas past
I'm looking through a
Clouded glass
I'm hanging on to
Something that I know
never hold you back
Went out the jungle
I got my game from them older cats
You know who won, some dope De Villes
We called them ‘Lacs
Phone ringing, it's
on the storm
There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday let your children play
If you give this man a ride
Sweet family
my hoes out front and
Some presents in the back
If Claus and Nas are here to stay
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays
(Days, days, days, days)
Okay, go
let it be
One day we'll all agree and have peace up under a big chronic tree
If I had my way at 4:20 every day you could blaze a J
And not have
and a pack
Give a blunt to that fact suicide
State of mind, do or die, anytime
We can bang in the back of the 'Lac
Any damn thing bang
Do
, never holding back,
My Jamaican guy, My Jamaican guy.
My J.A. guy.
Take my life for a drive,
Never need to change his tools,
Him drive like
biography
The lyrical virtual also makes his return
All adversaries should be concerned
Ll Cool J is back again
Allow me to introduce you to my friend
Like it's a holiday, let's celebrate
We made it through the hard times of yesterday
I remember back in the days, we used to make P.B. and J's
Drank sugar
hold you this Holiday
I had big big plans for me and you this year
Finally felt ready to take off my mask and share my atmosphere
But my circle's
because it is a holiday
We can fly away
Catch a plane outta here on Saturday
I can have you back by Monday
Leave all you issues on the runway
I'm in love
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
Laid back, in the lac
Grippin' the grain
As I'm cruisin' the streets
(Cruisin' the streets girl)
It's 112 on the dot
Your on the phone talkin'
Snow is finally falling down
The whole family is back in town
So sit right there and have a cup of cheer
And I'll show you what's going down
My
by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my
water fill my eyes when I hear your voice
Everything gon' be alright
Baby girl I'm by your side, dry your eyes
[Mary J. Blige]
Let's talk this over
a holiday
We can just chill by the west side
One night on your waistline
Feel on me baby like another way
Amma take you places like a holiday
We can just
here
Yeah there's something 'bout the way
That you make a holiday a better time
And it's never quite the same
When you're far away instead of by my side
places like a holiday
We can just chill by the west side
One night on your waistline
Feel on me baby like another way
Am ma take you places like a holiday
Mama, do you see what I see
On your knees and pray for me
Mathilde's come back to me
Charley, don't want another beer
Tonight I'm gonna drink my
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