Christmas Groove

歌詞

This is the place where I take my stand Take my stick and draw a line in the sand Show my hand, initiate the actions planned Now meet the rubber on my shoe or meet my fuckin' demands Here's the place where I take my stand Take my stick and draw a line in the sand Show my hand, initiate the actions planned Now gimme time for assault or gimme back my clams As saltwater drips from my oculars I got the urge to just squeeze on the glock and burst My fingertips wipe away my teardrops, I curse You diggin' in my purse, so may you rock a hearse This feeling's popular, cause peoples' kids need socks and shirts And if you po' you get whopped the worst Hopes of Hollywood endings without plot the first Be happy all I did so far is drop a verse See I'm old school, like coke lines and LP covers Learned how to hustle, didn't run when the heat hovers Fist to my heart, warm embrace how I greet others Cookin' with no lights make my Fishburne like _Deep Cover_ Keep cover cause I'm fin'sta spray I go from sun up to sun down and miss the day You been sayin' for months that you gon' fix my pay While the hours of my life get pissed away This is the place where I take my stand Take my stick and draw a line in the sand Show my hand, initiate the actions planned Now meet the rubber on my shoe or meet my fuckin' demands Here's the place where I take my stand Take my stick and draw a line in the sand Show my hand, initiate the actions planned Now gimme time for assault or gimme back my clams Weed and dope, speed and hope When we bleedin' broke, we get keyed and cope When ecstasy pills don't stop SBC bills We get all depressed like we need a rope Poundin' walls, can't handle it Ten days with the candles lit When the fridge cheese green and the pocket cheese silver Ain't no hustle too scandalous And I'm a champion, at runnin' my mouth But I'll be campin' if I'm kicked out the house So here's my anthem, sing it to the music or shout I forfeit the rat race to start the 12 round bout I got your damn IOU in my hand Thinkin' of things I could do with two grand But I'ma light it with a Bic, then use it as a wick To burn your shit down cause I'm through with you, man 'Lest you pay me This is the place where I take my stand Take my stick and draw a line in the sand Show my hand, initiate the actions planned Now meet the rubber on my shoe or meet my fuckin' demands Here's the place where I take my stand Take my stick and draw a line in the sand Show my hand, initiate the actions planned Now gimme time for assault or gimme back my clams Mama never raised no punks, no Brawlin' but not crawlin' Time to put my all in Mama never raised no punks, no Brawlin' but not crawlin' We starvin' but y'all ballin'