Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus
Oh, you better watch out You better not cry, you better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town He's making a list Checking it twice
Loucura, insensatez, estado inevitavel Embalagem de iorgute inviolavel Fome, miseria, incompreensao O Brasil e "treta" campeao Quando eu repeti a quinta
I'll go for a walk and I'll start chewing rocks And I'll leave all this mess in my wake Right down the block, outlined in chalk There's a man who still
holmes gotta look like he just stepped out a magazine homie. I'm talkin bout these hoes gone be something serious. (verse 1) Im a top notch nigga i do grade
on prepared for war The souljahs marching on prepared for war Verse 1: Layzie Bone The cycle continues look what I've been through Chapter 5 from the
The Souljahs marching on prepared for war The Souljahs marching on prepared for war The cycle continues look what I've been through Chapter 5 from the
don't tote six-shooters, we tote glock nines And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes It's a place where it's a common site to see the 5-0
in the 10th grade and told my mom to fuck school! 'Cause they ain't teach a nigga shit, I learned to read when I was 5 And plus I been smart a long time
say i'm cocky; some say i aint shit but i got good dick,good dick, good dick,good dick good dick committee;i'm the president! frist class dick; i got the evidence 5
left ring 10 houndred cash neckpiece 30 grand whip cost 300 grand god damn im on a shoppin spre bracelet 20 bags rims cost me 5 grand house cost 500
me raise a glass for the college grads 41 rollin' to let you know what time it is, check You can't hold me I work my 9 to 5, better cut my check This
me raise a glass for the college grads Anyone rolling I'll let you know what time it is You can't hold me I broke my 9 to 5 and copped my cheque This
a glass for the college grads 41 rollin' to let you know what time it is, check You can't hold me I work my 9 to 5, better cut my check This goes out
[Shiest Bub] Yo it's Shiest Bub yea you know I'm a veteran 10th grade I was a VARSITY letterman Introduced to crack, Now we headed to Maryland Feinds
So I could splash in the corner shop And buy sweets till my teeth would rot I used to play football, I used to like dancing Man, I tried everything, even karate After 5
Mane) Gotti here go twelve bars Gucci mane got 9 cars We dont call em dimes no more 09' we call em 5 stars I'm a 5 star nigga, dats a 5 star clique Dats