just can't compete It's Christmas and I'm going home I've saved my fare and I'll soon be there It's Christmas and I'm going home Going home for Christmas
miss you but I'll be leaving soon I'm going home for Christmas and I'm going home to stay I'm going home for Christmas and nothing's gonna keep me away
Street just can't compete, it's Christmas And I'm going home. I've saved my fare, and I'll soon be there , It's Christmas and I'm going home. Going home for Christmas
miss you but I'll be leaving soon. I'm going home for Christmas and I'm going home to stay; I'm going home for Christmas and nothing's gonna keep me
ll miss you, but I'll be leaving soon I'm going home for Christmas, and I'm going home to stay I'm going home for Christmas and nothing's gonna keep
She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati On a snow white Christmas Eve Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy With the baby in the backseat
niggas is strapped, ready for war (Get out the H-K) Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war (Fuck!) Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for
Me and all my friends We're all misunderstood They say we stand for nothing And there's no way we ever could Now we see everything that's going wrong
Money aint no such thing as plain clothes Polo jammers, Louis slippers, call that "private plane clothes" I'm taking off, going to another land Call home, missus never going
We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to acting stupid Get thrown in the back woods Los Angeles, home of the scandalous Pimp, ho's and gamblers 98 degrees on Christmas
oh so swell Last year this time Going shopping for presents together Making vows to leave each other never It was a waiste of time Christmas just ain't Christmas
The first time I saw her I couldn't be sure But the sin of impatience Said, "She's just what you're looking for" So I walked right up to her And with
again We'll be the worst of best friends Does it feel like Christmas in Hollywood? Does it feel like, we're ever going to make it home? Burn, baby burn
top getting hella guap stand up If you on da corner you a goner home and man up This is sumtn' for all my peeps on da East Side A lil sumtn' for my G'
have another half of glass of wine sounds asinine, yeah I know. But I never had no problem with alcohol. Ouch look out for the wall aim for the couch
paid until June Get home and tell wifey that you're not in the mood But then the game got stale and your face grew pale When you came home early that
went live Shit, next thing you know we was signing to Jive Dropped, "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones" Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going
s no place like home I'm feeling sad I'm feeling sad There's no place like home Yo there ain't no place like home And I'm itching for the hood when