Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ballin' On Xmas, artist - Jim Jones. Date of issue: 04.12.2006
Song language: English
Ballin' On Xmas |
| Christmas cheers |
| Dipset’s here |
| Balling every day |
| They say Santa knows who was being naughty or nice |
| I hope I don’t get penalized for what I did with the rice |
| Name Bundles — you can just imagine the life |
| I love Christmas — I can just imagine the white |
| The trees, the candy canes |
| The holidays remind me of the game |
| The reindeers remind me of the Range (supercharged!) |
| Icicles remind me of the ring |
| She seen the videos, she like the fadeaway dance |
| I want to kiss her like I got a mistletoe in my pants |
| She looking at my neck like, «Damn! |
| You must have blew your whole advance down at the Colosseum» |
| Ma, the kitty is major |
| Without b-day, love, let me upgrade ya |
| You know giving’s in a rapping nature |
| So all I want for Christmas is some rapping paper |
| Deck the halls, it’s a Dipset Christmas |
| We all ball, it’s a Dipset Christmas |
| Fa la la la la, a Dipset Christmas |
| We fly high, it’s a Dipset Christmas |
| Deck the halls, it’s a Dipset Christmas |
| We all ball, it’s a Dipset Christmas |
| In all my years standing on one hundred twelfth |
| Never seen Santa, no elves |
| Seen a couple mans go to jail |
| Trying to get Christmas money off gram sales |
| And that ain’t work out (it's a shame) |
| They say Santa know you good or you bad |
| Gotta make an exception — we in the hood, living fast |
| The cash that we get, I admit it’s kind of fast |
| But we gotta pay the rent, put some clothes on our ass |
| I’m thinking foreign so Christmas morning |
| Cars with on them make the broads get up on 'I'm |
| Niggas upstate, well, this one is for 'em |
| Until you come home, I’m a keep on balling |
| So you can tell Kris Kringle |
| When he in the party he can bump my single |
| No introduction, I’m the man on the mic |
| You all know the boy flyer than Santa at night |
| Me and Santa alike — know why? |
| I’m getting cake here |
| I grab a ho ho ho, and make it rain, dear |
| So fix your face, queer — course I’m raw |
| On or off of tour, I’m a boss for sure |
| Talking war? |
| Your doggie dog floss a four |
| That’ll give you lead poisoning cause it’s off the wall |
| I’m a player, fuck the constant haters |
| Around here I call the shots like a commentator |
| These ain’t your common gators stepping on a punk |
| I had to go get these fresh up out the swamp |
| Weaponry to launch, grab it out the pocket |
| You think, «Damn, how this nigga carrying a rocket?» |
| Flashy for a profit |
| Cause it’s kind of funny that my lawyer kind of clumsy |
| How he catch a case and drop it |