Lyrics:
I felt so special!
Well, I just couldn't believe it
After all theses years I finally had a friend
He trimmed my beard
He scraped my hooves
hair was a disgrace
Not to mention the beard that grew long on his face
At least they decided Harold Dee must leave home
Unlike Carroll and Gerald he had
the gray beard
Transporting for him
Rocking Nike Air, Rastafarian bird
Piping that switchin Benzes
Ten carat nigga with gold lenses
Fronting like he's
show
Live off skid row with jive-talking negros
He wear his beard like a frizzly-haired grizzly
And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is
about it
Yes lord, they really light fire
Well, Brigham kicked a prairie dog
And muttered in his beard
Said "you've put me through
Some changes, lord
But
take-a pinache
It take-a da passion for de art
To shave-a da face
To trim-a da beard
To make-a da bristle
Clean like a whistle
Dis is from early
show
Live off skid row with jive-talking negros
He wear his beard like a frizzly-haired grizzly
And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is
sleepin
i'm straight from the streets seen trouble in every side
when the shit hits the fan i throw on a fuckin disguise
fake nose fake wig fake beard
it
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love
I like your beard
Or you gon' end up stuck 'round here, drinkin' beer
Listen to my music, I can put somethin' in your ear
Pussy nigga play I bop-brrrat-bop-bop their beard
OF WEIRD,
I MET A BIG OLD GUY WITH A BIG OLD BEARD
HE HAD A SACK FULL OF TOYS HE WAS DRESSED IN RED
REINDEER PULLING ON A BIG OLD SLED
I GOT A SPECIAL LETTER
how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white
a silver sparkled
Glittering gown
And his golden beard flows
Nearly down to the ground
Nothing to say, nothing to hear
Nothing to see
Each sensation
the long white beard
He's coming to town
now parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Raise it to my neck, I tip a hundred for the beard
I think a nigga phone tapped
Wanna give me time for my old raps
Indict me for my own raps
I think
to read the book when the author's here
Everywhere I look feds parkin here
Empty out the clip in yo partner's beard
Why'd he get a shave? Anesthesia
gon' click
I pick up the pace
You feel the stubble from my beard on your face
I look at your lips and take a taste
Switch it up I got my hands
a bomb threat
Bin Laden beard, Afghan in a bomb vest
(Ross) stranded on death row
Makaveli's on the Maybach, kicks retro
She wanna gaze at the stars
the dark, afraid to breathe and you beg and you promise
And you bargain and you plead
Sometimes you confuse me with Santa Claus
It's the big white beard I
I tip a hundred for the beard
I think a nigga phone tapped
They wanna give me time for my old raps
Indict me for my own raps
I think a nigga phone
the room in this adobe hut
Where on the table lies the body of a man
His face is pale and young, his beard is dark and curled
Pennies hold his eyelids
love, your love, your love is my drug
I like your beard
ten years ahead of the game, I know it ain't fair
Used to go to Santa's Enchanted just to pull on Santa's beard
Sat on Santa's lap and showed him some
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