| Black Friday, that’s why, they camping out at Walmart
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| Pepper spraying old ladies just to buy a xbox
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| Cyber Monday, online
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| Copped about a dozen ball caps, fitted hats, beanies, and snap backs
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| 'Tis the season to get wasted
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| Moms in the kitchen, I sneak in and taste it
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| Feliz navidad, she makin' tamales
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| So deck the hall with boughs of holly
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| Doc Hollywood gigs, they DJin' parties
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| Mrs Claus in stripper heals, she playin' naughty
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| My belt buckle made of mistletoe
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| So give a kiss below and my dick will grow
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| Ho… Ho… Ho… Ho Ho Ho
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| Hollywood girls like clubs full of snow
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| Red nose, from sniffin' all the blow
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| Call’em Rudolph, get laid on my North Pole
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| Now sit on Santa’s lap and tell me what you want
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| Just make it quick while Santa smokin' on this honk
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| My flow nasty, kinda like fruitcake
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| Let’s celebrate, I got a dreidel in my suitcase
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| Happy Hanukkah, word to Harvey Levin
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| Cause I’m on fire, like menorahs on day seven
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| And rappers are in danger, call they Suge Knight
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| Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night
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| Never been to Big Bear but the only thing I know
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| Yo! |
| Don’t eat the yellow snow!
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| Lakeshore Christmas purp and yellow
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| Yo! |
| Don’t eat the yellow snow!
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| They ski in Hollywood with a nose full of blow
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| But Yo! |
| Don’t eat the yellow snow!
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| Never been to Big Bear and I’ll probably never go
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| But Yo! |
| Don’t eat the yellow snow!
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| At ninety degrees in Cali, ain’t no throwin' snow balls
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| Catch me at the liquor store buyin 40s like ole dog
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| Yo dog! |
| Move to Calabasas? |
| Fo sho dog!
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| Only black nigga in town like Cleveland in Quahog
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| I don’t celebrate Christmas, don’t expect shit
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| But Moms usually give me something, I damn sure accept it
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| Mainly the season is trife, spendin' money on shit you can’t afford
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| Buying things for people you don’t like
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| Fourth quarter, music industry shut down
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| Big dogs droppin' albums, livin' it up now
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| Bitches like the snowman, nose all frosty
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| Fine as fuck except for the coke bugger that accosted me
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| Christmas eve, back found myself in Times Square
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| Randomly ran in to this Filipino dime there
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| Swear to God this all true
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| I was just strollin' down Broadway
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| Tryin to figure out what to do
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| Walkin towards each other, she looked so familiar
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| Caught eye contact, walked past then I looked back
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| We turned around at the same time, We stopped
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| She said, «I met you in LA last year, by the way I’m
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| Visitin' my sister, but I ain’t got no plans.»
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| So we headed to Pete’s tavern and got drunk man
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| Next thing you know, we uptown at my apartment
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| On the couch she straddled me, cowgirl, it’s poppin'
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| Then she started squirtin', man it was somethin'
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| Forgot to lock the front door, my Harlem chick, Winter, comes in
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| Catches me mid-stroke with this girl I’m fuckin'
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| Winter jaw drops but she never says nothin'
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| Turns around and walks out the front door without a word
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| For real, I’m not frontin'
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| And baby never knew cause she was facin' me
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| And I was facin' the door, best Christmas in the world
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| Merry Christmas to you (x4) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yellow Snow , by - Ras Kass. Song from the album ChristMESS, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп