| Turn it up, Because I have something to say ya’ll
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| Ya’ll pay attention ova there representing Page County
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| Everybody doin songs talking about what they got
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| And they jewelry and they cars
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| I’m gonna talk about something else we never had shit, we real
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| And there damn sure ain’t no Santa Clause because, if it was
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| Like Santa we would be having a Thanksgiving dinner
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| While ya’ll was dreaming of a white Christmas
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| I was out chillen wit my niggas out spilling trying to make a living
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| And if I robbed for a million
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| I just hope God would forgive me after I spent it on his children
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| See I was born in the struggle
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| 89 stepdaddy’s me and my mother and ten others
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| Let’s see thats three sisters and 7 brothers
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| All we had was each other and or daddy because I love him
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| I never seen a flying reindeer
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| So if Rudolph called dog ya’ll just tell him I ain’t here
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| And I ain’t the grinch who like to steal Christmas
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| But if you pay attention you’ll learn a lesson just listen
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| See I believe dat the children know our future
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| But if you don’t raise them right they’ll grow up and shoot cha
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| Ya’ll best beleave that all these lies you know what I’m saying?
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| Fibb’s and all des story’s be like history one month out the year you know?
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| All dat walking Martin Luther King did and they only gave him justice one time
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| You tried to frame OJ and beat the shit out of Rodney King? |
| Hell
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| (Trick Daddy)
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| I was born amongst racism
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| That’s why the police hate me and I can see it in their faces
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| Yeah they wanna give nigga cases
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| And they wanna see me in jail hell they can’t wait to take me
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| Wanna hog tie me and take my bar
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| Take me off around Christmas cracker don’t make me run
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| If you know the moral to the words of this song
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| What about the words of Rodney King «Can't we all get along?»
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| Huh cause niggas just when I nervous back
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| Matter fact saying those ova there where them terrorist and they ain’t coming
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| back
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| Til Bin Laden and all those fighters are found dead
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| Shot up in the mountains of Al-Qeda
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| I’d kill all dem motherfuckers every last one of them all them son of a bitches
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| All them funny names motherfuckers disrespecting my country and my people
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| I wish ya’ll would get yo fuck ass out of my face
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| Free at last my ass Mr. President you ain’t even press me
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| You ain’t even get them to justice yet, you better go get 'em
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| Mr. President tell me why my people doin bad
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| Some blacks wit no dads doin bad shooting bad
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| And fo sho getting a limo got a wardrobe
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| And I’m stuck wearing dis niggas clothes
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| Hell I go to school and dem teachers straight dog me
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| I try to learn but my brain just won’t
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| I’m not dumb but mad and sad which I should be
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| You tried framing me
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| I’m forced to live wit out a job or work at McD’s
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| Or I could rob Circuit City and get 5 or 3
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| Slang a 'caine its no thing, but I’m scared to of tab
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| And if you think I’m gonna change you can kiss my ass
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| I just wanna say use that enough for personal use, only personal use only
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| No capital a finces no way forst degree misdemeanors haha
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| And there damn sure ain’t no Santa Clause haha
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| And there sure ain’t no Santa Clause you snitching bitches
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| I’m gonna smoke one on ya |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't No Santa, artist - Trick Daddy. Album song Thug Holiday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп