tonight. Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, Right down Santa Claus Lane. He's got a bag that's filled with toys For boys and girls again
comes tonight. Here comes Santa Claus, Here comes Santa Claus, Right down Santa Claus Lane, He's got a bag that's filled with toys For boys and
Alright Yeah Look at all the people, livin' on the street It don't seem they got nothin' to eat Children play with guns and they ain't toys What will
Let the sun beat through the clouds Let me kiss you on the mouth All my childhood toys with chew marks In your smile Let me hold your syrup close to
From Coney Island to The Sunset Strip Somebody's gonna make a happy trip Tonight, while the moon is bright He's gonna have a bag of crazy toys To give
were strong performing silence... We are deceived,all the toys of our convenience, Opening our hearts to the brilliance We are deceived,all the toys
do Notice who, participatin' all the activity That's how we livin G, strictly killer tendencies So death to all my enemies and to the homies Who rest in peace, a dub bag
in New York, it's P You couldn't get close enough to even touch the kid If you did, you wouldn't get far enough to bag I put my guns to work on your
comes tonight Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus Riding down Santa Claus Lane He's got a bag that's filled with toys For boys and girls
Cause I ain't the nigga ta fuck with So you niggas need tah step the fuck off Before I leave ya'll niggas in a bag Talkin' that trash, you get hauled
Santa Claus comes tonight Here comes Santa Claus Here comes Santa Claus Right down Santa Claus Lane He's got a bag that is filled with toys for the
sometimes you scream and bitch and whine you know that I'm so grateful that none of your problems are mine and so you find a punching bag with a face
There's one in the bag For the laughing hag There's one in the bag For the fool on the hill And one in the bag for you There's one in the bag for you
all that I desire, So why did I have to set the pizza guy's hair on fire, I told him I was sorry, I'm a liar, So no toys for me...i don't deserve them
wake your spouse up And give her mouth to gun ressecitation A niggas information, they hunted and they sad Got you mad 'cause they shittin through their stomach in a bag
Of turkey pie stew and pie you start to dread lunch Breakfast is much scarier 'cause all there is to eat Is fourteen Christmas cakes and a bag of cranberries
do Notice who, participatin all the activity That's how we livin G, strictly killer tendencies So death to all my enemies And to the homies who rest in peace, a dub bag
tongue The poison haze It comes over me again Yeah, the poison in my head Would it make me brave The poison in my veins Could it make me clean Take my toys
