beam Work for my cousin down in Florida named Doreen All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack frost Tell em again they see it, my wrist on jack frost
man, stay true, stay true) The streets is rough out here Crack game came and had us years What is a man to do? (Brother man, stay true, stay true)
me, in the King's chair blowin' on bark Before queens holding toothbrushes, scrubbin' my Clarks Feedin' me grapes, give me style shakes, Frosted Flakes
gun To shoot caps that spook cats and rappers hung Now you might tube across from the diners where you find 'em lost Niggaz hearts so cold, they sport frost
I'm screwed up I'm from screwed up Texas We drive wreckless, and then we peel off You ain't had shit until you smoke sweet tooth in Jack Frost Hit it
My mistress of the frigid night I worship, pray to on my knees Winter's breath of filthy snow Be frosted paths to the unknown Have my lips turned true
I think you know Let's drink to the dead lying under the water And the cost of the blood on the driven snow And the lipstick on my cigarettes Frost upon
trinity Throw your hands in the air if you're a true believer fall to the floor if you're feelin it Throw your hands in the air if you're a true believer
meant to be that way Yo, you say neato, check your libido Then show up at the church with Max Vonzeeto like Warren Brady in the parallax view It's real, it's true
impose on you I have no place to stay And my bones are cold right through I will tell you a story Of a man and his family And I swear that it is true
(now flee...) I flee... back to the time when man was true I see... life as it was meant for me On this trail I meet my ancestors On this trail I find
with hearts of ever-frost Always know we never lost Acid rain: Urine on your flames (Urine on your flames, Urine on your flames) Those with hearts of ever-frost
Eskimo sitting in the snow This little town is all the glow while Jingle Bells is on the radio Just a block away from memory lane Snowflakes frosting
your ass? I lost it Asking me how much my bracelet costed? Now shorty got a young baller to floss wit Don't touch the diamonds, you might get frost
my man Nigo SLR, when the doors go up it's like a fresh elle jar Nigga we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost Yessur... [Bridge] My nigga close
from my man Nigo SLR, when the doors go up it's like a fresh elle jar Nigga we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost Yessur... [Bridge] My nigga
Jordan playin' on a train Yo my game on track, mad ice for my wife No care for what it costed Had to ease up though, her wrist got frost bit My style