Cookin Soul - Juicy Xmas lyrics
[Cookin Soul - Juicy Xmas lyrics]
Fireside is blazing bright
We're caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me
Yeah, this album is dedicated
And all the niggas in the struggle
You know what I'm saying?
It's all good, baby baby
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up! magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr magic
Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed in Bambú
Sippin' on Private Stock way back
When I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh ha, duh ha
You never thought that hip-hop would
Takе it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhymе tight
Time to get paid
Blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to
Eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number, same hood
It's all good
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Fireside is blazing bright
We're caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap
I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen
This rapping stuff
I was too used to packing gats and stuff
Now honeys play me close
Like butter play toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Living life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped
Out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Fireside is blazing bright
We're caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man
I couldn't picture this
50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebrating every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps an Ac'
With minks on her back
And she loves to show me off of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirsty
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to
Positive and it's all
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Fireside is blazing bright
We're caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me
We're caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me
Yeah, this album is dedicated
And all the niggas in the struggle
You know what I'm saying?
It's all good, baby baby
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up! magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr magic
Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed in Bambú
Sippin' on Private Stock way back
When I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh ha, duh ha
You never thought that hip-hop would
Takе it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhymе tight
Time to get paid
Blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to
Eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number, same hood
It's all good
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Fireside is blazing bright
We're caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap
I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen
This rapping stuff
I was too used to packing gats and stuff
Now honeys play me close
Like butter play toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Living life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped
Out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Fireside is blazing bright
We're caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man
I couldn't picture this
50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebrating every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps an Ac'
With minks on her back
And she loves to show me off of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirsty
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to
Positive and it's all
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Fireside is blazing bright
We're caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me