FELIZ NAVIDAD

(альбом: Gorilla Glue - 2019)

And now we're flying through the stars
I hope this night will last forever
(Heatmakerz, crack music)

[Jim Jones:]
Uh, I be kicking the realest, I could feel the shit coming on
My man had a shootout, jump in the car while his gun was warm
Red carpets posing in watches I spent a hunnid on
Backing out in foreigns for every time that I got fronted on
Trips to the jeweler just to see my reflection
Twenty K in the club just to leave an impression
God bless Big and Pac but I'm riding wit' the hitters
In them foreign drop-tops, you know, survival of the littest, uh
Told Fred I don't be kicking all the metaphors
But if I told you how low that I still could get it for
We could break it all down into that ready raw
Tell me the truth, what is you ready for?

[Joell Ortiz:]
Feliz Navidad got 'em out here with the drug dealers
Sipping eggnog with the robbers and thug niggas
Sledding through these streets in these toys while they ice grill us
This Christmas I'm buying all my shooters new nine millas

[Fred the Godson:]
It's Gordo!

Bring it back, I'll cook the rest of it (Let's go)
I want exacts, I don't need estimates (Nah)
Look at that, I mean what's left of it
You'll work it off on your second shift (Okay)
I got records with rappers in the same game (Fact)
Feds taking pictures of the beige Range (Fact)
I had to snub just to flame things
Ironic how they wore bugs 'til the raid came
They still live in color (Color)
'Member Jim Carrey and Ivory Wayne? ('Member?)
Well, we from the gutter (Uh huh)
I know what jim carry and we ivory way (Whew)
Still bringing down the raw, bring it
These some tall ass Knicks, just call 'em Porziņģis (Heh)
Nobody sober wit'chu now, move coke
Minesota, I was wigging in them towns
I'm done

[Joell Ortiz:]
Feliz Navidad got 'em out here with the drug dealers
Sipping eggnog with the robbers and thug niggas
Sledding through these streets in these toys while they ice grill us
This Christmas I'm buying all my shooters new nine millas

Young blood, what it look like? I cook white (Cyeah)
Hood nights in the Jecks, ducking that Suge Knight
Yeah, the Def came and rose, you ain't a friend, you a foe
If this new nigga your man, it's best that you let 'em snow (Word)
'Cause anybody could get it, I lift it, believe I hit it
I ain't stopped it from spitting 'til the hammer started clicking
Took the barrel to kept turning but the metal sound different (Ping)
To the cases stop jumping out the side like all my bitches (Haha)
I'm a major league dealer, I could tell you 'bout pitching
How to split the balls up on homeplates inside your kitchen
Starting with the fire, when they hook, that's when you switching
Cut down on the speed and watch the fiends go down swinging (Woo)
I turn the pad to a dugout where bad bitches got dug out
Kept a dresscode, only dimes inside the clubhouse
Knocked it out the park, then I throw the bat and glove out
Yeah, that pop was fly now you gotta get the fuck out
Kept it real in the field but still some of you hate me
Your eyes wanna lie but they cry like why you ain't me
Pinstripes on me, I look wavy in my navy blue Yankee
Like you lost the instructions, don't make me (Huh)

Feliz Navidad got 'em out here with the drug dealers
Sipping eggnog with the robbers and thug niggas
Sledding through these streets in these toys while they ice grill us
This Christmas I'm buying all my shooters new nine millas

Times like these, people wanna get high
Real high and real fast
And this is gonna do it