The Heatmakerz, Joell Ortiz, Fred The Godson, Jim Jones - Feliz Navidad lyrics
[The Heatmakerz, Joell Ortiz, Fred The Godson, Jim Jones - Feliz Navidad lyrics]
And now we're flyin' through the stars
I hope this night will last forever
Heatmakerz, crack music
Uh, I be kickin' the realest
I could feel the shit comin' on
My man had a shootout
Jump in the car while his gun was warm
Red carpets posin' in watches I
Spent a hunnid on
Backin' out in foreigns for every time
That I got fronted on
Trips to the jeweler just
To see my reflection
Twenty K in the club just
To leave an impression
God bless Big and Pac but
I'm ridin' wit' the hitters
In them foreign drop-tops, you know
Survival of the littest, uh
Told Fred I don't be
Kickin' all the metaphors
But if I told you how low that
I still could get it for
We could break it all down
Into that ready raw
Tell me the truth, what is you ready for?
Feliz Navidad got 'em out here
With the drug dealers
Sippin' eggnog with the robbers
And thug niggas
Sleddin' through these streets in these toys
While they ice grill us
This Christmas I'm buyin' all my
Shooters new nine millas
It's Gordo!
Bring it back, I'll cook the rest of it
(Let's go)
I want exacts, I don't need estimates (Nah)
Look at that, I mean what's left of it
You'll work it off on your second shift
(Okay)
I got records with rappers in the same game
(Fact)
Feds takin' pictures of the beige Range
(Fact) i had to snub just to flame things
Ironic how they wore bugs 'til the raid came
They still live in color (Color)
'Member Jim Carrey and Ivory Wayne?
('Member?)
Well, we from the gutter (Uh, huh)
I know what Jim carry and we ivory way (Whew)
Still bringin' down the raw, bring it
These some tall ass Knicks
Just call 'em Porziņģis (Heh)
Nobody sober wit'chu now, move coke
Minnesota, I was wiggin' in them towns
I'm God
Feliz Navidad got 'em out here
With the drug dealers
Sippin' eggnog with the robbers
And thug niggas
Sleddin' through these streets in these toys
While they ice grill us
This Christmas I'm buyin' all my
Shooters new nine millas
Young blood, what it look like? I cook white
(Cyeah) hood nights in the jects
Duckin' that Suge Knight
Yeah, the Def came and rose
You ain't a friend, you a foe
If this new nigga your man
It's best that you let 'em snow (Word)
'Cause anybody could get it, I lift it
Believe I hit it
I ain't stopped it from spittin'
'til the hammer started clickin'
Took the barrel to kept turnin'
But the metal sound different (Ping)
To the cases stop jumpin' out the
Side like all my bitches (Haha)
I'm a major league dealer
I could tell you 'bout pitchin'
How to split the balls up on
Home plates inside your kitchen
Startin' with the fire, when they hook
That's when you switchin'
Cut down on the speed and watch
The fiends go down swingin' (Woo)
I turn the pad to a dugout
Where bad bitches got dug out
Kept a dress code
Only dimes inside the clubhouse
Knocked it out the park
Then I throw the bat and glove out
Yeah, that pop was fly now you
Gotta get the fuck out
Kept it real in the field but
Still some of you hate me
Your eyes wanna lie but they cry
Like why you ain't me pinstripes on me
I look wavy in my navy blue Yankee
Like you lost the instructions, don't make me
(Huh)
Feliz Navidad got 'em out here
With the drug dealers
Sippin' eggnog with the robbers
And thug niggas
Sleddin' through these streets in these toys
While they ice grill us
This Christmas I'm buyin' all my
Shooters new nine millas
Times like these, people wanna get high
Real high and real fast
And this is gonna do it
I hope this night will last forever
Heatmakerz, crack music
Uh, I be kickin' the realest
I could feel the shit comin' on
My man had a shootout
Jump in the car while his gun was warm
Red carpets posin' in watches I
Spent a hunnid on
Backin' out in foreigns for every time
That I got fronted on
Trips to the jeweler just
To see my reflection
Twenty K in the club just
To leave an impression
God bless Big and Pac but
I'm ridin' wit' the hitters
In them foreign drop-tops, you know
Survival of the littest, uh
Told Fred I don't be
Kickin' all the metaphors
But if I told you how low that
I still could get it for
We could break it all down
Into that ready raw
Tell me the truth, what is you ready for?
Feliz Navidad got 'em out here
With the drug dealers
Sippin' eggnog with the robbers
And thug niggas
Sleddin' through these streets in these toys
While they ice grill us
This Christmas I'm buyin' all my
Shooters new nine millas
It's Gordo!
Bring it back, I'll cook the rest of it
(Let's go)
I want exacts, I don't need estimates (Nah)
Look at that, I mean what's left of it
You'll work it off on your second shift
(Okay)
I got records with rappers in the same game
(Fact)
Feds takin' pictures of the beige Range
(Fact) i had to snub just to flame things
Ironic how they wore bugs 'til the raid came
They still live in color (Color)
'Member Jim Carrey and Ivory Wayne?
('Member?)
Well, we from the gutter (Uh, huh)
I know what Jim carry and we ivory way (Whew)
Still bringin' down the raw, bring it
These some tall ass Knicks
Just call 'em Porziņģis (Heh)
Nobody sober wit'chu now, move coke
Minnesota, I was wiggin' in them towns
I'm God
Feliz Navidad got 'em out here
With the drug dealers
Sippin' eggnog with the robbers
And thug niggas
Sleddin' through these streets in these toys
While they ice grill us
This Christmas I'm buyin' all my
Shooters new nine millas
Young blood, what it look like? I cook white
(Cyeah) hood nights in the jects
Duckin' that Suge Knight
Yeah, the Def came and rose
You ain't a friend, you a foe
If this new nigga your man
It's best that you let 'em snow (Word)
'Cause anybody could get it, I lift it
Believe I hit it
I ain't stopped it from spittin'
'til the hammer started clickin'
Took the barrel to kept turnin'
But the metal sound different (Ping)
To the cases stop jumpin' out the
Side like all my bitches (Haha)
I'm a major league dealer
I could tell you 'bout pitchin'
How to split the balls up on
Home plates inside your kitchen
Startin' with the fire, when they hook
That's when you switchin'
Cut down on the speed and watch
The fiends go down swingin' (Woo)
I turn the pad to a dugout
Where bad bitches got dug out
Kept a dress code
Only dimes inside the clubhouse
Knocked it out the park
Then I throw the bat and glove out
Yeah, that pop was fly now you
Gotta get the fuck out
Kept it real in the field but
Still some of you hate me
Your eyes wanna lie but they cry
Like why you ain't me pinstripes on me
I look wavy in my navy blue Yankee
Like you lost the instructions, don't make me
(Huh)
Feliz Navidad got 'em out here
With the drug dealers
Sippin' eggnog with the robbers
And thug niggas
Sleddin' through these streets in these toys
While they ice grill us
This Christmas I'm buyin' all my
Shooters new nine millas
Times like these, people wanna get high
Real high and real fast
And this is gonna do it