(Trick Daddy Talking)
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Turn It up, Because I have something to say ya'll
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Ya'll pay attention ova there Repersenting 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 I'm gonna talk about something
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eles we never had shit, we real
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(Trick Daddy)
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And there damn sure aint no Santa Clause because, if it
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was like Santa we would be having a Thingsgiving dinner
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while ya'll was dreaming of a white Christmas I was out
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chillen wit my niggas out spilling trying to make a living
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and if I robe for a million I just hope god would forgive me
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after i spent it on his children
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See I was born in da struggle 89 stepdaddy's me and my mother
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and ten others, Lets 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 raindeer so if rudoff called dog ya'll
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just tell him I aint here, and I aint da grinch who like to still
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Christmas, but if u pay attenion you'll learn a lesson just listin
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See I beleave dat da children know our future but if u don't rise
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them right they'll grow up and shoot cha
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(Trick Daddy Talking)
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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
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you know?All dat walking Martin Luther King did and they only gave
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him justic one time you tried to fram OJ and beat the shit out of Rodney King
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hell
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(Trick Daddy)
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I was born amunch raseism, thats why the police hate me and I
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cam see it in their faces yeah they wanna give nigga cases and
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they wanna see me in jail hell they can't wait to take me, wanna
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hog tie me and take my bar, take me off around Christmas cracker
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don't make me run
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If you know the moral to the words of this song, what about the words
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of Rodney King "Can we all get along?", huh cause niggas just when
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I nervus back, matter fact saying those ova there where them terorist,
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and they aint coming back till Bin Loden and all thoes fighters are found
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dead shoot up in the mountins of Airkida
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(Trick Daddy Talking)
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I'd kill all dem motherfuckers every last one of them all them son of a
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bitches all them funny names motherfuckers disrespecting my country
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and my people, 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 aint even press me u aint even them
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to justic yet, you better go get 'em
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(Trick Daddy)
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Mr. President tell me why my people doin bad some blacks wit no dads
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doin bad shooting bad and fo sho getting a limo got a wardrobe and I'm
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stuck wearing dis niggas clothes hell I go to school and dem teachers
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straight dog me I try to learn but my brain just wont, I'm not dumb but mad
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and sad which I should be, you tryed framing me I'm forced to live wit out
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a job or work at Mike D's or i could robe circut city and get 5 or 3, slang
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a kane its no thing but I'm scared to of tab, and if you think im gonna change
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you can kiss my ass
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(Trick Daddy Talking)
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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 misterminers haha,
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and there damn sure aint no Santa Clause haha and there sure aint no
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Santa Clause you snitching bitches, I'm gonna smoke one on ya
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Ain't No Santa
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Trick Daddy |