(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 gat
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and they jewelry and they cars,
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i want to talk about somethingwe never had shit, be real
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(Trick Daddy)
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And there damn sure aint no Santa Clause because,
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if it was like Santa what happen to Thingsgiving 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 stealin trying to make a living
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and if I robe 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 da struggle 89 stepdaddy's me and my mother
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and ten others, Lets see thats 3 sisters, 7 brothers
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all we had was each other and i did cuz I love'm
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I never seen a flying raindeer so if rudoff called dawg
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ya'lljust tell him I aint here,
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and I aint da grinch who like to stillChristmas,
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but if u pay attenion there a lesson to learn 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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[Chorus]2x
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24,7
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3,65
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aint no christmas in da ghetto
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just tryin' na stay alive
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he neva even seem them
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he never even hear them
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only HO HO HO, Is da Hoes i know
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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
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yeah they wanna give nigga cases and
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they wanna see me in jail hell
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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 we all get along?",
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huh cause niggas just when I nervus back,
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matter fact sent them ova there where them terorist,
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and they aint coming back till Bin Loden
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and all thoes fighters are found
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dead shoot up in the mountins of Airkida
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[Chorus]2x
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(Trick Daddy)
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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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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 wont, I'm not dumb but mad
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and sad which I should be,
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you tryed framing me, I'm forced to live wit out a job
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or work at Mike D's or
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i could robe circut city and get 5 or 3,
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slanga kane its no thing but I'm scared to of tab,
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and if you think im gonna change
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than cracker you can kiss my ass
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[Chorus]4x
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Ain't No Santa (Bouns Mix)
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| Trick Daddy |
