Songtexte:
Christmas Brass

have to crush ya Knock you down like a gust of wind if fists touch ya Cause I always stay on my grind like Chad Muska Take that suckas, hit em with brass

though Young Hov got the block on smash And everybody and their momma want to stop my cash Everybody want drama with the top of the brass 'Til I come

got gold on my neck and gold on my wall Gold in my fingers, gold in my ear When this jam's spinnin', gold's what you hear Toy, this ain't Christmas,

cotton dolly See how nice Mickey Mouse sleeps now Even my brass drummer boy has stopped all his noise 'Cause he knows it's past bedtime for toys Ya know, every Christmas

and Bruce Burch, La-Po Music (BMI)/Bruce Burch Publishing (SESAC) CHORUS Grandpa got runned over by a John Deere Walking home from the Moose Lodge Christmas

When Jack Frost came for Christmas With a brass monkey date The rail king and the scarecrow Hopped a Florida freight And they blew on their paper cups

being very quiet so I went back to sleep. And then I heard a noise deep in my bowels. It reminded me of Christmas trees because it was so green. And

's a dollar in his hand!) (check his wallet) We gotta send sanny claus back to de rescue mission! Christmas don't make it no more! Don'tcha know that

that chocolate stick, open up two bottles Of that brass monkey on some drunkie shit You, R&B fake rappers suck a monkey dick I'm from back in the days with the Christmas