Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Snoop Doggy Dogg f Nate Dogg, Dat NiggaНазвание : Christmas On Death RowДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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[ ] = Squeaky kid voice Intro: Bad A$$ Is that the black Santa Claus? (Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!) I want a Super Nintendo ... yeah, Sega Genesis, yeah, Street Fighter 2, all these games... [Mommy! Is that the black Santa Claus? That is the black Santa Claus! Mommee! Mommee! Mommee!] Verse 1: Dat Nigga Daz It`s 12.30 AM, Christmas Eve I`m out with the gangstas and thieves Celebratin`, postin` up with eggnog [head up up] in my cup [Put Rudolph and Moses] lil` bang-bangin` and coastin` Down the block but be careful for the heart, because it`s posted` Some stay to this day that Christmas ain`t nothing but another day But, out of respect, I gotta give the Lord his day Tell me, tell me, where do the homies and bums got to sleep? {Nowhere} Where do hungry and the needy-greedy`s got to eat? {But who cares?} Life is so crucial and cold, [it`s worse] for the children In this world they hopes and dreams can`t afford The young and old churches and spiritual dreams, seasonal things Heard throughout the ghetto reaches gangstas and dope-fiends, huh `Cause those who ain`t able get it now can finally get it ‘Cause the ghetto Santa Claus has sprinkled the hood and now we ballin` Livin` to a new year of better thangs Celebrate it with some Champagne, ha ha, check it ... Chorus: Nate Dogg Santa Claus ... is coming straight to the ghetto ... Bridge: Snoop Doggy Dogg Now on the first day of Christmas, my homeboy gave to me A sack of the krazy glue and told me to smoke it up slowly Now on the second day of Christmas, my homeboy gave to me A fifth of Hendog and told me to take my mind off that weed Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me A whole lot of everything, and it wasn`t nuthin` but game to me Verse 2: Bad A$$ Back then, you woke up to the sound of “I Saw Mama Kissing Santa” Made you remenisce on the old fashion Christmas days Gifts, miss a fat man jolly with joy Down ya chimney with toys for lil` girls and boys Pumped up, I jumped up before the sun peeped in And hoped to catch a Santa Claus creepin` down my hall Ran to the window, put my eyes to the sky To see if I could see the sleigh that parlayed and pushed a fat guy I sigh, ain`t no sign, but everything under this tree in my house is mine My bike, that, and this plastic nine`ll do fine till next year come I try to see the same thing, they got us brain washed dumb And when you find, it ain`t no Santa, Christmas still mean a lot `Cause it`s the time to get together and give all you got You got food, good moods, and what`s better than together with your people When wishers give a toast by the tree, it`s Merry Christmas Chorus Verse 3: Snoop Doggy Dogg (starts during chorus) (Don`t get too close because you might get shot ... Welcome to the ghetto ...) Santa Claus on the ceiling, Jack Frost chillin` Pinch the Grinch for being a holiday villain Season`s greetings, all the proceedings Are brought to you by the church house where we`ll be eatin` Chestnuts roastin` on an open fire Singin` my jingle, where is Kris Kringle I didn`t pop, I ain`t even shouted I even stayed in the house, where the homies tried to sneak me out And all I want for Christmas is my 6-4 Chevrolet And a granddaughter for her grandmother Beverly Ain`t that somethin`? Nah, ain`t that nothin` How it`s Christmas time and my rhyme`s steady bumpin` Everybody happy, hair still nappy Gonna steal a gift for my old grandpappy Catch me giving out turkeys at the church-house Don`t try to work me, just stand in the line and everything gon` be fine Holla at ya folks, boy, it`s goin` down Ain`t no help from no elves, just Tha Dogg Pound And we passin` out gifts, blazin` up spliffs Christmas on the Row, can you dig it? {can you dig it} Chorus Verse 4: Tray Deee Christmas Eve, by the leaves, every 6 with the year Girls and boys full off joy with the season cheer Smell the sky, hella pies and cakes gettin` baked To be ate after everything gone off your plate But wait, not tonight it`s straight beans and rice On the table, are we able to proceed tonight? I wonder what the morn`s bringin` so it`s hard to doze off Three `o clock in my socks I crack the dope song Hopin` when I open the door I`ll see Santa Now who the hell is this in this blue bandana | Похожие исполнители: |
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