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Black Santa
(专辑: Black Santa - 2012)
[Intro:] Black Santa, Black Santa, Black Santa, Black Santa... Bitches, bitches, vicious style... (Children snoring, voices calling...) Team Early! (Coming out a
happy New Year...) Happy Holidays, Statik Selektah Statik, what up? (Children singing, Santa's bringing...) (Santa's brining lots of cheer...) Black Santa, we here (Ho, ho, ho – ho, ho, ho, ho...) (I have the
feeling of Christmas!) Okay! (Hi) [Hook:] It's Black Santa – still deliver the
gift to rap fans, but Prior to this, on December 25th, on the
morning shift Gave fee nicks to crack addicts It's Black Santa – still deliver the
gift to rap fans, but Prior to this, on December 25th, on the
morning shift Gave fee nicks to crack addicts [Verse:] Court cases, never ratted – stand-up dudes don't take the
stand They sleeping on me, time to awake your fam' Down the
chimney with the
semi I
came with black 'matics It's Black Santa – still deliver the
gift to rap fans, but Way before this, after the
Christmas platter My folks played Snakes & Ladders and backgammon Under the
tree, filled up, gifts from my grandma Drawers, T-shirts, tube socks from my aunt Those was a
little bummy, didn't have a
lot of money But I
was blessed, I
still had both of my parents I
feel honored, I
still got 'em A
few years ago my father took shahada Watched him go to Mecca with Mos Def and Lupe Kingdom of Saudis said don't sweat they goddess Big beard, when we travel people spot us Best flow, but I'm trying to keep it modest, I'm a
king So I
gotta keep it polished, I'm a
target, so I
gotta keep a
burner Learned that from Pac and Chris Wallace I'm from the
city where if your shit's stylish People follow you home to get your dollars Then y'all shoot it out like wild cowboys Only thing is, they'll never make it to Dallas We from the
bottom like the
kitchen floor And my flow like it came out the
bottle, this shit's polished I
lost a
lot of niggas to the
war 'Fore I
made a
million dollars niggas wind up in the
morgue Never got to make it to the
awards Never got to go on tour Couldn't even see my two kids born My neighborhood's ridiculous, sicker than Sycamore Down at the
district, my face on the
picture board Now I
got my weight up, my face on the
big screen I
got my dough right I
brought my homies off they triples, I
had to clip 'em Them niggas be wanting more My beard long, my money long A
million broke niggas won't get along That's right my beard long, and my bread long Verse sickening, that's what I'm stunting on a
Christmas song
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