Lyrics:
12 Hands

On the first day of christmas my true love gave to me a Partridge in a Pear Tree On the second day of Christmas, My true love gave to me, Two Turtle

, get the spares out Well, smack lips, smack hips, make 'em backflip (that's right) Cake mix, fingerlickin-like tactics, tongue gymnastics Good head make ya eyes ROLL BACK '12

And can't nobody stop it Unless your game's weak So player don't sleep The streets crawl with ill niggas on the block Goin' hand in hand, leanin' in

baller back then, all of that man Fall back, I fought that What would you do if you was in my shoes? Leave dudes in the rearview V-12 engine, corners

free as a mother fucking bird I swear Dissappearantly in air There go game nigga where Hosted on the block In the black ass In that all black phantom hug a block like a bear Yeah That V12

band A smile on your face, a knife in your hand Singing songs you gotta memorize With whatever talent money buys So polished that it slips right through your hands

Scherzinger & Jennifer Hudson] When the world must come together as one [Jennifer Hudson] There are people dying [Jennifer Nettles] And its time to lend a hand

nine tote and lethal Quick to leave you wide open, if you gettin' tore down Blowin' a blunt cloud and the DJ's makin' you feel thugged out Put yo hands up Throw your hands

the twisted, burnin', wreckage I crawled on my hands and knees For three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase And my garment bag And my tenor saxophone And my 12