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FELIZ NAVIDAD Lyrics - Artist : Fred The Godson
And now we're flyin' through the stars
I hope this night will last forever (Heatmakerz, crack music) [Jim Jones:] Uh, I be kickin' the realest, I could feel the shit comin' on My man had a shootout, jump in the car while his gun was warm Red carpets posin' in watches I spent a hunnid on Backin' 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 ridin' wit' the hitters In them foreign drop-tops, you know, survival of the littest, uh Told Fred I don't be kickin' 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 Sippin' eggnog with the robbers and thug niggas Sleddin' through these streets in these toys while they ice grill us This Christmas I'm buyin' 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 takin' 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 bringin' 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 wiggin' in them towns I'm done [Joell Ortiz:] Feliz Navidad got 'em out here with the drug dealers Sippin' eggnog with the robbers and thug niggas Sleddin' through these streets in these toys while they ice grill us This Christmas I'm buyin' all my shooters new nine millas Young blood, what it look like? I cook white (Cyeah) Hood nights in the Jecks, duckin' 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 spittin' 'til the hammer started clickin' Took the barrel to kept turnin' but the metal sound different (Ping) To the cases stop jumpin' out the side like all my bitches (Haha) I'm a major league dealer, I could tell you 'bout pitchin' How to split the balls up on homeplates inside your kitchen Startin' with the fire, when they hook, that's when you switchin' Cut down on the speed and watch the fiends go down swingin' (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 Sippin' eggnog with the robbers and thug niggas Sleddin' through these streets in these toys while they ice grill us This Christmas I'm buyin' all my shooters new nine millas Times like these, people wanna get high Real high and real fast And this is gonna do it |
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