Lyrics:
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(It feels good, yeah) Naughty, Naughty
Hey, ever since back in the day
From, "O.P.P." down to, "Hip Hop Hooray"
Who invented party anthems
What Child is this, who laid to rest
On Mary’s lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?
So bring Him
What child is this, who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap was sleeping
Whom angles greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping
This, this
straight off the balcony then dance straight thru the floor sign
Can't hide, this one is made from shots (?) is not the more sky (?)
Already was an anthem
like football, bitch, we blitzing
All hell finna break loose, this the anthem
Fuck the club up, fuck the, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck
Got shit in motion, diamonds freeze, put your hands up (twelve)
This a anthem, all my bag-chasers, stand up (let's go)
Hotboxin' in the coupe, this
the anthem
So prepare my niggas, gourmet grape taste, we rare my niggas
He where? He wear flair, beware my niggas
You scared, you see-through, you clear my
long
Raise your voices
Singing my anthem
Make your mark before we're un-dead
You've got to scream it out
Sing it if you know it
Scream it if
What Child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This,
What Child is this, who laid to rest,
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This,
of Malcom, got the soul of a panther
So by any means is the anthem
You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer
I can't stop won't stop
This how we
Imagine some old foe with no fire
The God done ran off and retired
No "Lean Back" "New York, New York" anthems
No rappers these ladies, call handsome
Me
of Malcom, got the soul of a panther
So by any means is the anthem
You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer
I can't stop won't stop
This how we
What child is this
Who lay to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping
This, this
the best
Lo and behold..
Every rhyme I write, you gots to chant them
Every song I sing, a national anthem
Is there a message in my music?
If I can do
gonna do
It's like I'm falling down into muddy water
Well the National Anthem has come and gone,
I still got the TV on,
And white noise,
believe you're gonna hear a
Fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them
So let's all sing the big daddy anthem
Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro
got into it
We gotta do it, ha, mobster anthem for life
What child is this, who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap, is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This,
win it in the anthem, they gon' say the name
Weren't the bentley or the phantom, you ain't said a thing man
It ain't wordy, plus it ain't dirty
Full
What child is this who laid to rest on Mary's lap is sleeping
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet while shepherds watch are keeping
This this is
This is the Anthem
You are in control of your thinking
You are responsible for your actions
You create the limitations
You know well
a trick-a-ration so I mob by my lonesome
And see my status as a playa elevated as the hustler anthem
For all the haters is regulated
Some do it illegal, others
and dancing 'til they stick you
And have you holdin' your chest like I'm singing the National Anthem
Have your worried bout the reprecussions after
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