went on my way I hear your jingle Mr. Kringle peep the single, my man so Santa hit a brotha off and come as quick as you can! [chorus] Santa Baby Just
on my way I hear your jingle Mr. Kringle peep the single, my man so Santa hit a brotha off and come as quick as you can! [chorus] Santa Baby Just slip
good, she got her legs on my neck I get p**sy, mouth and ass, call it triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma
my neck I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her
From brand new to tattered and torn This place is Jimmy crack corn My shit's Mazola Your style's kiddy like Crayola JBeez be the top dola, I mean dollar Study the E-M-C-E-E
shit for the mob When I make a zillion I resign I'm realer than a hundred dollar bill with the line across When Christmas come around ask Santa Claus Santa do you know E
three pounds of indo Two birds of cocaine And a muthafuckin' K bitch Eazy-E, oh, Eazy-E Show us how you treat those bitches I saw mommy fuckin' Eazy-E
circle that my click built [South Park Mexican] I'm with the Marco on the dang radio I'ma blow big, I'ma watch my babies grow I'ma say hello, eat a bowl
Yo, Yvette, there's a lot of rumors going around They're so bad, baby, you might have to skip town See something's smelling fishy and they say it's you
Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day My essays are felt worldwide We like four planets on the mic Aligned arrays retired all in the days Game, too blam for these lames (Baby, baby
on my way I hear your jingle mr. kringle peep the single, my man So santa hit a brotha off and come as quick as you can! [chorus] Santa baby Just slip
Ritornello: ma io le mani non le metto via se fai la stronza sparisci baby Se prendo a schiaffi la ragazza mia e perche mi fa impazzire baby E ti giuro
before, were killed on Steady mobbin', thinkin' bout the Black Panthers And the babies that were born in the late '80s That now have babies that lack Pampers No Kwaanzas and they lack Santas
alibi e le tue ragioni, i miei alibi e le tue ragioni. Chi mi ha fatto le carte mi ha chiamato vincente ma lo zingaro e un trucco. Ma un futuro invadente
