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B2K – Santa Hooked Me Up
B2K Lyrics
Song : Santa Hooked Me Up
Artist : B2K
Album : Santa Hooked Me Up
[Rap (J-BOOG)]
This year Your boy went all out
Let me sit down and tell you what I’m talkin about
Now what’s sumthin you can imagine
So I dun have ta explain
Oh just picture the North Pole
relaxin in my chain and my gurl
she’s bad, so bad, whoa!
Havin a gurl like Boog’s gonna become the new fad
When you’re walkin to my house
You’re gonna be given a map
Cuz if you turn the wrong corner, you won’t find your way bakk
But um sleepy now So, I’m gone off the track
Bye, goodight! Holla
[Chorus (x2)]
Santa hooked me up this year
Santa hooked me up this year
Santa hooked me up this year
So let me tell you what I got fo Christmas this yea
Santa hooked me up with a Bentley 4-door
Got a 100-million-dolla G4
Santa wuz generous
Gave me a gang of money
More ice than the North Pole
More karatz than Bugz Bunny
This year forget the socks and the Christmas tree
I got a Benz 1200
Ain’t even hit the streetz
I got a 3-way pager
and a matching set
Got an iced-out chain
That put a crick in my neck
[Chorus (x2)]
This year was too sick
Santa Claus got me that 6
with that doubled out kit
Too clean, fresh white, gangsta lean
You kno how I do, when I get on the scene
Santa Claus, “SC” is what I call his name
He give me too much I think Santa got crazy
But anywayz, thank you for all the giftz
I left them hot cookiez, but just dun forget it
[Chorus (x2)]
[Lil Fizz]
Now Christmas is my favorite time of year
I got red forces with red Polo gear
Red Chanel ski hat, plus a Cadillac
With diamond in the bakk
Sittin on the scene with shiny gold D’s
OOOOOH
Ice crush soda can
Chrome on the left hand
and a walkman-you got a walkman
When I get all this
Man I thought it wuz great!
But I wuz bad this year
so Santa made a mistake
[Chorus (x2)]
Credit to : B2K Lyrics on Ringtones Z
B-Witched – C’est La Vie
B-Witched Lyrics
Song : C’est La Vie
Artist : B-Witched
Album : -
[Spoken]
Some people say I look like me dad
What?! Are you serious?
Ah Ohh Hey Hey [X2]
I said, hey boy sittin in your tree
Mummy always wants you to come for tea
Don’t be shy, straighten up your tie
Get down from your tree house sittin in the sky
I wanna know just what to do
Is it very big is there room for two ?
I got a house with windows and doors
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours
Gotta let me in, hey, hey, hey
Let the fun begin hey
I’m the wolf today hey, hey, hey
I’ll huff I’ll puff
I’ll huff I’ll puff and blow you away
Say you will say you won’t
Say you’ll do what I don’t
Say you’re true, say to me c’est la vie
Do you play with the girls, play with the boys ?
Do you ever get lonely playing with your toys ?
We can talk, we can sing
I’ll be the queen and you’ll be the king
Hey boy in your tree
Throw down your ladder make a room for me
I got a house with windows and doors
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours
Gotta let me in, hey, hey, hey
Let the fun begin hey
I’m the wolf today hey, hey, hey
I’ll huff I’ll puff
I’ll huff I’ll puff and blow you away
Say you will say you won’t
Say you’ll do what I don’t
Say you’re true, say to me c’est la vie
Say you will say you won’t
Say you’ll do what I don’t
Say you’re true, say to me c’est la vie
Credit to : B-Witched Lyrics on Ringtones Z
311 – Guns (Are For P**sies)
Album: “311″
Here comes the thunder down under, we’re natural wonders
Night falls when we leave all you feel is the hunger
Sunrises of people all shapes and sizes
Dig on the decade and realize it’s funky
No matter this rude boy stll got that swagger
My ears have heard all these crews but we’re badder Interracial, special,
positive beings I am I be a cool awakening
It’s getting hectic the metrics the body electric
Everybody in worn out blue jeans or tacky dresses
This is the city we’ve reached we’ve come to
Go unrecognized on the corner or make moves
All the lights are red all the poets are dead
A familiar nightmare appears in my head
Times are a changin’ myself I’m rearrangin’
Dream eight-thousand-five-twelve all blazin’
Born to act out,
Paranoid with a gat
Born to act out,
Think you know where it’s at
Born to act out,
But you’re lookin’ like a sissie
Born to act out,
Guns are for p**sies I’m not from Philly but some say I’m a blunt
That’s just the way I am and no I’m not going to front
And yes I took a trip to find out about the ways of big
City seedy bars and drugs that make you feel s**tty
Pretty older women in skirts conversation frisky
Stinking cigarettes and plenty of bourbon whisky
Sad classical music on the jukebox of doom Hollywood Blvd.
Barflyfrolic room
Tomb of lost souls some beyond salvage
Some just having fun opening steam valvage I was one becoming
the other hellbent to discover
Had to pull up the reigns or else smother
Take it brother all the way and then you’re scared
Don’t want to be unprepared
You’re getting paranoid,
And then guns are shared
You guys think you’re hard,
But you’re in fear of getting harmed
I fear no manand
I am unarmed
311 – Random
Album: “311″
Sound boy proceed to blast into the galaxy
Go back rocket man into the sky you’ll see
Hear it all the time, come back rewind
Aliens are watching up in the sky
Sound boy proceed to blast into the galaxy
Sound boy when you come round
Sound boy won’t you stay
No one gonna harm you
They all want you to play I watch the birds of prey
that hunt the canyon below my house
Looking for a meal like a lizard or a mouse I wonder
if they appreciate the setting like me
To control your own direction choose to be free
And I reserve the right to be as trite as Iwant
And you can lick but don’t bite I toss you here to Vermont I kick it lickety split
and hand it to the man in the tan van
And as for you and your crew I don’t hate you peace is my priority ‘cuz
Marley said for sure-ity
Just what do you think I’m doin’ I’m not just here for screwin yo
And if it’s sore take care of it perhaps from too much stucking
But anytime your aware of it then keep on f**king
You know we cool
Hey hey isn’t that random?
When we come bout people get ready
Hey hey isn’t that random?
Gonna freak do it national
Sound boy gonna rock you
People rock steady
Hey hey isn’t that random?
To be the one who has it all is not that hard
And I’ll be that type of dude in a funky car I dream of a suit that will fit my rhyme
When I recognize my girl from a former life
I love it when the only sound that I hear Is your infectious laughter
I will hear you again in 800 years If I’m still lucky
Go north on
Outpost then take a left on Mullholland
To me that’s where I like it and Macapa
Drive is callin’ I get up to the sun and then I stretch out
Beginning to look like summer
And i’m down with no doubt swing
You know we cool
Hey hey isn’t that random?
When we come bout people get ready
Hey hey isn’t that random?
Gonna freak do it national
Sound boy gonna rock you
People rock steady
Hey hey isn’t that random?
I break a silly peace for offering rap weasel
Then I’m boffering I’d give you an exclusive on my playlist
The thought and styles I kick are from a random hat pick
That’s why most radio will never play this
Tell ‘em again
Me a rude boy from Omaha, Nebraska
Sick as a p**no flick yet gold as precious laughter
Many don’t agree but we can’t care about that
‘Cuz we’re never gonna wear the old hat.
Spoken