You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch You really are a heel, You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch, You're a bad banana with
Traduzione: Christmas Carols. Tema del Grinch Song.
Traduzione: Il Statler Brothers. Vigilia di Natale (Tema di Kodia).
I beg your pardon I gotta hella connections my Negro my people they got garden Need a fake ID or benefit card times is hard You know Christmas is coming up, I got them
theya try Like last night at the club, God is my witness I was sitting at the table, minding my own business Living it up to the highest, like everyday is Christmas
in H-Town, the realest gon stand out From the city of no pity, the gritty you get shot I'm the big boss the young Don, however you want it And them six
in broken doorways, Trying to hide their faces, Trying to hide form the chilling, chilling hand of light, But the blue light circled back on them, They
get up? It's a party What you waitin on? What you came here for? Why you sittin there for? Playing that role? Actin unsure? What all that for? It's Christmas
Just by giving from the heart I know Christmas will really become The season of love Somewhere, underneath a Christmas tree Is a simple manger scene this Christmas
Known for sown seeds, don?t get it twisted we break bones Uproot from homes Take the cutest turn em? into trolls and gnomes So far fetched, so far gone The very same blood through them
fast as you can Like Biggie front shit is punk shit, have nothing to lend Save that change get a piggy bank, stuff the shit in You never know when them
in her photo books some of them still a bit sore Christina Death Smokes cigarettes in her bed Christina Death Paints her lips every night blood red She hates Christmas
Necro laced "Agent Orange", kid but you a disgrace Yelling "save hip-hop" but how the fuck are you helping? You went from Pete Nice to Pete Nelson Yelping like your dog Kubrick, them
Master P, Mystikal, Psycho Drama, Silkk the Shocke) [Verse 1: Silkk] AHHHHHH! I kicks it off, nigga what rhyme wit no fuckin problem, down wit them
rain fall Life was beautiful like the colors of a rainbow Would I be the same prim row all my niggaz know If I didn't have to learn to beat them streets
the man That you see on Christmas day By six o'clock on the sixth of June it's OK... Gather round under the sun Make the things I've done Make them
oh they don't say we're going, but we'll hit the road at the right time showing them the sun on our faces when we come home for Christmas. Next year
