a little older And I need a little angel Sitting on my shoulder Need a little CHristmas now For we need a little music Need a little laughter Need a
a little older And I need a little angel Sitting on my shoulder Need a little CHristmas now For we need a little music Need a little laughter Need a little
Okay little homies trynaa?? diss and I dona??t know why, so Ia??m have to let them know who these little niggas owned by. You dance to my song like a little
fire I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses If you mistook the for a song, look This ain't a song it's a warnin' to Brooke Hogan
year too But sometimes, just sometimes He doesn't have enough time To see every little boy and girl because the world is so big So maybe we should sing a song
my image, I'm no fuckin' public pin-up But my heart won't let me say no to a picture If you can see me Then you're probably a little too close So you
We all playas with no ref Evidence ever since I came in the game I never left [Madchild] I got a mistress And a a mistress for my mistress My main girl
we're compatible I had to pull back my left arm It said a libra plus another one is a double dose of charm Chorus: Time this is your time this is your
was for me She wove a pair of bridges and quicker than that She wove a pair of boots a little cocked hat She wove a pair of mittens she wove a little
with Kate. Princeton: Well, that too. Gary Coleman: I'll give you a dollar. Princeton: You're a gentleman And a scholar. Christmas Eve: We so happy! We
wants to open a school for Monsters. Trekkie Monster: School for Monsters? Me never hear of that. School for Monsters! School for lonely little monsters! When me little
son with your daddy to spent the summer son This year we're gonna catch that big ole fish we saw swimming through the stream We'll fly your kite and
like a Christmas gift It's '89, the new school is needed Originals, see nobody can do it like we did The D-O to the C-O, a deuce not a trio Me-o, mi-o
never give a license To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves Grandma got run over by a reindeer Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
Christmas Day we were the best of friends Remember we fucked up the gravy Hadn't seen such a smile on your face Since we harmonized a little Bing Crosby
the song on high The Virgin sings her lullaby. Joy, joy, for Christ is born The Babe, the Son of Mary. Son of Mary (Son of Mary) Little bitty baby (Little
a song that uh... There's a lot of Christmas songs out there and uh... Not too many Christmas songs So uh... I wrote a song for all those nice little