Lyrics:
with the bass man's wife
Oh, but he was back by June, singin' a different tune
And sportin' miss Rita back by is side
And he sang
Dance a little
with the bass man's wife
Oh, but he was back by June, singin' a different tune
And sportin' miss Rita back by his side
And he sang
Dance a little
says,
Mary's Boy Child Jesus Christ,
Was born on Christmas Day.
While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
They saw a bright new shining star,
They
chrism!
For when I was a child in the belly of my mother!
For when I was a child in the palace of my father!
Desolation!
All shall die by the edge
Send prayers for these enemies
Consumed by jealousy for legacies
I'm a beast, a different pedigree
Born to win guess it's my destiny
On path to kill
you've got a friend in me
Now some of the boys might be
A little smarter than I am
Or bigger and stronger, too
Baby none of them is ever gonna love you
making a toast
I Go by the name of Jay Prevost
Playing those numbers in a drunken slumber
Can't be the drummer because I got to be the plumber
Pop another
Little child, your look - it pains me
It's an answer your eyes seek
Can't you see what shadow of a soul
I've come to be tired of the scene
Little
evermore, because of Christmas Day.
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day.
While shepherds watch their flock by night,
They see a bright
Can't tell by who I'm on the phone with
Tell little boy just grow up, shut up, roll up, go get your funds up
In this life, it's one or two
You better
Welcome to H Town, yeah
Welcome to H Town, whoa
They say the boy's ridin' clean
But without the King
What does it really mean
Cup full of lean, got
want, turn it on up and the fun never ends
Let the drummer go a little wild
If you gotta dance, you better shake it child
We're just trying to have some
one tough opponent
Hang with the eeriest niggas, I got a scary chauffeur
The ones that only took bags, if it's on that Motorola
My drummer boy makin'
Under the branches, con-vertibles fly by
The sky..
[Pharoahe Monch]
..blue, fields green
Paints a picture that creates a scene
of the destiny that
humini, see
My DJ go by the name of Jazzy
Little chest big tummy
Watch the man rip the wheels and a
It's almost if the things are real and a
He's the man
Pervues I gotcha
Big Ski, Holiday even my baby momma
And yeah I'm a little behind on my child support
But fuck the court
I still take care of my daughters
[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking]
Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm
rent
Yeah that your top lip
That boy need a hoe bath take a little rinse
Ran out with that bag like Tate Laurenz
Pop out with the swag tailor stitched
wore pyjamas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood
and people were behaving' like they ought to: good
There was a little boy who
wore pyjamas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood
and people were behaving' like they ought to: good
There was a little boy who
in your mind, 'cause it's 'bout that time
You got to know the name, no Destiny's Child
This destiny's mine and the sun don't sleep, I'm inspired by
in your mind, 'cause it's 'bout that time
You got to know the name, no Destiny's Child
This destiny's mine and the sun don't sleep, I'm inspired by
was just trying to make the party pop
Round the time the drummer bass
The Henny and Bacardi drops
You only gonna be hot for a little while
But you see
was never impressed by what's possesed
Girlfriend I need your help
Cause the head on my shoulders won't fuck itself
And homeboy, I need you as well,
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