Lyrics:
clear nigga, it's Ice Cube you can call me tha Grinch
I got your Christmas list
But I ain't buyin' you shit
Tell ya people that I'm comin by (yeah
man,
and I shouldn't be bothered by people like you."
"Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldn't you lend
me a nickel...?" "Get out,
the stars (it's all good)
You had a goal (come on)
But not that many (it's all good)
'Cause you're the only one
I'll give you good and plenty (check it)
the Carlton Banks dance
When them tools go pop it move whole blocks
Come around wit cha dog or get Kujo shot
These emcee's is lame I tryta be an emcee wit
don't be tryna come around
Dopest sound, smokin and switchin styles
Hopin see me fail, still I wish u well
It's crazy you missin out
If it was me, I'd
Four in the air, deuce in my blunt
Blast like the rockets rollin up gruntz
My stunt double gon shoot with the ones
Come on the block bad news for ya son
at
Where hoe niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at
Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where them killers livin'
I'm a hustla
Bust you wit the Mac
Never trust you wit the sack
In fact, when you ready get feddy out the Lac
I'll block patrol
Dead presidents
happen next week
But I'll be with you on New Year's eve
Oh- oo- oh
I need to know
Baby if I be myself
Will you judge me
When time passes by
Baby will you still love me
She hit up my line and she tell me
left it unlocked, now that's some game!
You know, that I know, that you know who I be
Need a half a key, nigga come see me, Mr Local Celebrity, uh
couldn’t rap, yeah I’ll show you somethin' you don’t know
'Bout to blow, yeah I come from the 270
In the zone, yeah I’m by myself but I’m in the zone (Ok,
you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'
When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it
But you know what?
(Hold on, hold
Since I was a kid, all I wanted to be
Was Santa Claus on Christmas Eve
Imagine all the joy, think of all the toys
And magic not to mention all
enough, don’t give a fuck about yo shade
You just try to betray then come kissin'
Why you sayin’ shots fired when yo ugly ass missin’
You a hoe, hoe, hoe
I'll be makin' straight dome calls
Touch the button on the wall, you'll be pickin' up your own balls
I can still hear my mother shout
"Hit the pig
of gone
'Cause where I'm from the bullets long
Y'all see the news, but why my block gang got no footage on
'Cause my life is like a movie, when you
Chill, this between me and the junkie
Better leave me the fuck alone
Mind yo' bidness and get the fuck on
Auntie, next time you come
It better be straight
great!
[NICKY]
So would a burger!
[PRINCETON]
When her dream comes true,
It'll all be partly
Thanks to you, so
Give me your money!
[NICKY]
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
Stupid
You can't fuck with this, y'know I know
Bring your whole team kid yeah thunn
Yo, I love my niggas for that
We strike back, handle business
a trackie no Tech Fleece I'm no average teen
Young kid I'm new to the rap scene give me a chance an I'll show you wassup
I'll come out of nowhere yo heads up
the
score check Melba needs Moore since now she poor looks to get richer by
puttin' rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step
KLICKOW' Your
redundant, I'll separate your body from soul
Now your body is cold, spiraling out of control
Now you're over there, body odor is pungent
For coming out
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