same ole guests The men'll pause You need iron gauze You're crying for more gauze pads I saw sad faces Leaving sad traces Disappear like Casper with a cat
Intro/Chorus: (x2) Betcha don't know what's goin on If you don't know, we're gonna show you, oooohhhh It's on now, New Year, pop the pain Sun blaze
next to it You wanna stick me, then put ya best to it I die black, we see you in Allah Kingdom you try that Check the fly cat, 2 point 5 multiply that
I'm jokin, stupid ??? in my lap I'm bout to drink some Domm P. fo' I leave this here And take another broad on V.L. to do this year Now every car I ride
m jokin, stupid ??? in my lap I'm bout to drink some Domm P. fo' I leave this here And take another broad on V.L. to do this year Now every car I ride
dressing room. She is waiting for her husband, Nick Arnstein, to return after being in prison. She looks back to when she was a 19-year old hopeful.
What ya'll want me to do hunh soften up so my raps can start to soften up Shit never that Dog forever my baretta cat Hittin' niggas in they fitted cap
year Ahhhhhh Oooooooo Merry Christmas Saint Nick Christmas comes this time each year Ahhhhhh Oooooooo Merry Christmas Saint Nick Christmas comes this time each year
the tale about Christmas that you've all been told About the Saint Nick He's a real famous cat all dressed up in red And he spends the whole year workin
Christmas comes this time each year Oooooooo Merry Christmas Saint Nick Christmas comes this time each year Oooooooo Merry Christmas Saint Nick Christmas comes this time each year
shit!" +Blood's on the Dancefloor+ [Psycho Les] Corona Queens, where half of my crew be at You didn't expect this booby trap cause I'm such a groovy cat
understand, shit I deal with the L.O.X. Give me the props, Im tryin set a mark this year And bring the equipment out to the parks this year So y'all could
truck A fuzzy cat hangin From the mirror for luck Said don't you know All those little Brown-eyed girls Want playboys of the southwestern world Long around Our eighteenth year
Bling Dies You Can Bet I'll Be Alive [Bliss:] A Revolution Of Radical Rebals, Writing Raw, Reflect The Rap Of This Cataclysmic Cool Calm Collected Cat
m the king of snow I hate my wife because she is ho ho ho She used to please me everyday Then she made it clear that Santa's only s'pose to cum once year
[talking] We fin to ball this year (what else) Get money, gon crawl this year (what else) Yeah, uh, yeah, hey-hey-hey [Kyleon] Dope man dope man, I'
even get the cock with a slap, or shot with a gat Call me a genius, with anti-personnel landmines M-18's, block chargers and sheet explosive expertise Fuckin a 40-year