The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire)-Christmas Music Experts

歌手 : Christmas Music Experts

专辑 : Joyeux Noël: Les 50 Meilleures Chansons De Vacances

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:25

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TXT The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire)-Christmas Music Experts 文本歌词

Alright now, here we go"

Tell me, how many real motherf**kers feel me? I smoke a blunt

and freak the funk until these jealous motherf**kers kill me

I'm out the gutter, pick a hero

I'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competion's zero

Cause I could give a f**k about you, better duck

Or I'll be forced to hit yo a** up I give a f**k

I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me?

It's gonna take an army full of crooked a** cops to come and get me

Niggaz know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure

Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser

Word to God I've been ready to die since I was born

I don't want no sh*t but niggaz trip and yo it's on

Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry

Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried

It's a man's world, niggaz get played, another stray

Hope I live to see another day, hey

I'm getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust?

Got my mama stressin thinkin it's a drug bust

Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached

We living a Drug Life, Thug Life, each day could be my last

Will I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask

That's the consequences when ya livin, fast

Six bricks of tricks, for my niggaz, I gotta come up

and recoup, you keep the d**e just bring me six figures

Is it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for cover

over the fence and open fire

"Alright now, here we go"

These motherf**kers on my a** I'm in traffic, will it be tragic?

I'm comin round the corner like I'm Magic

Doin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switches

In a high speed chase with these punk b**ches

Don't turn around I ain't givin up, cause they don't worry me

P**sy a** b**ches better bury me

Runnin outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot

We in the hood, how the f**k they gon catch a crook? Haha

I got away cause I'm clever

Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together

I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies

at the coppers that persue me, beotch!

I be a hustler til it's over, motherf**ker

Open fire on you bustas

"Alright now, here we go"

Don't try to follow me, I'm headed outta state

I gotta pay my f**kin bills, so I'm transportin weight

Change my plates, pick up my ni**a, and now we rollin

Droppin keys like they stolen, hehe

Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta town until the coast is clear

Enough d**e to last a year

They got me running from the police, nowhere to go

With the lights out, rollin down a dirt road

But I ain't goin alive, I'd rather die than be a convict

I'd rather fire on my target

I hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh sh*t!

Them b**ches right behind me

They take a shot and hit my f**kin tires

Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka!

Hahahaha, Thug Life!