Let it rain, let it snow Let it rain, let it snow All the problems let 'em go Cause it's Christmas Let it rain, let it snow Let it rain, let it snow All
missing, H.A.W.K. damn sho getting [Hook: x2] See y'all don't know, (y'all don't know) Whether rain sleet or snow, we get do' And whatever we got, gon
money, money, mo' (mo') Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') [Verse 2 - Bun B] You know it's "UGK 4 Life" and I'm a ride for that Disrespect the game and
doe, that clover goin get some mo' Goin step in Harlem and scores and make it rain, make it snow Grit Boys is goin rep fasho, and Wine-O a hustlin' pro
and make up but I don't shake up I'll take my fist and break up and then crack is all that's left 4 me 2 do You came to get this ass whooping that was
and Hutch, Tay, and Shortee Red and em It's Little Kenny son giving you good and plenty son we paid now and you can't get a penny son Starsky and Hutch
my 'llac And chicken heads always hit a nigga back When they see 'em how I'm rolling, sitting on a stack Scoe-Dellic, let a pro tell it Cop a gang of snow, and
B to the R-O-K to the E Now there's nothin' Else left of me I was a bum But you still wanted some Through the rain, snow and thunder Foul ups , bleeps
and at the bruise (?) spots i'm on ya train insane to hit paddy wagons and rooftops you heard of me burgundy and outlines like murder scenes germaneeds (?) and ferns and
' money, money, mo' (mo') Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') [Verse 2 - Bun B] You know it's "UGK 4 Life" and I'm a ride for that Disrespect the game and
Rodney goin get the doe, that clover goin get some mo' Goin step in Harlem and scores and make it rain, make it snow Grit Boys is goin rep fasho, and
' B to the R-O-K to the E Now there's nothin' Else left of me I was a bum But you still wanted some Through the rain, snow and thunder Foul ups , bleeps
of the chop This is way before SP's...and MPC's And long before CD's and MP3's The game started to bloom and blossom And masters ready for the cermony