, you can't stay". And i rememberd Yoda saying: "Don't you be late for christmas" Well Yoda, i'm on my way. 'Cause i'm travelling light speed home for christmas
If I were a wise man standing in circles on a white submarine, oh all the places we'd go. And if I saw the world through colors on a canvas and a song
Übersetzung: Pop Idol. Merry Christmas (War Is Over).
platinum the shine is chrome He even got closet space inside of my home He ain't never been broke he glitchless So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
in my shoes Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was payin my dues They say my music make a gangster want to pop something Well tell them niggas they could pop
: Five years and a decade ago today I got a NES for Christmas. I started to play Castlevania II; The first game that I purchased After the Mario and
take that road before us and sing a chorus or two Come on it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you There's a Christmas party at the home
lasso santa claus and the reason is because, I know a boy and girl he never goes see, He never brings 'em toys like he does for me. I'm gonna pop, pop
tires in the hole Why am I like this? why is winter cold? Why is it when I talk, im so biased to the hoes Listen dog christmas is off this is as soft
gibberish* Translation So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick Two pills I pop 'til my pupils
with the millennium. [Chorus:] All round and round! From the first to the last, it is in the... passionate Clear shit! all my nigger want my... The hip pop
gibberish* "translation" so you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit, cause i was high when i wrote so suck my dick. Two pills i pop till' my pupils
from my level [Ghostface] Uh-huh.. yeah.. yo.. check it.. yo.. Bottles goin off in the church, we broke the wine slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop
go to my grave with the memory of the sacrifice you made You deserve a standing ovation Momma I made it [Chorus 3x] [Verse Three] Now your lil misfit makes sure every day is Christmas
my verse You don't have to die and go to hell To feel the devil's curse Well I thought my life was a photograph On the family Christmas card Kids all
They played the Cotton Club, red carpet, hoes on they arm Plush minks, pimped out gangstas, civil rights wasn't won E'ry Christmas they was Santa Claus
, police understood they played the Cotton club, red carpet, hoes on they arm plush mink, pimped out gangsta, civil rights wasn't won every Christmas