is magical When you're near, it's magical You're super natural I feel your touch, in my trees Everything is magical When you're near, it's magical It'
Faces filled with joy and cheer What a magical time of year Howdy Ho! It's Weasel Stomping Day Put your Viking helmet on Spread that mayonaisse on the
yeah Once upon a time in a town like this A little girl made a great big wish To fill the world full of happiness And be on Santa's magic list Chorus
hoes Come up out yo', negligee, freak 'em on a regular day Cum six times but it's seven today Ludacris in the back of your Chevrolet What's my name? So magical
A little southern hospitality You'd better try to get away from me I love money, and I just can't fake it I go to Magic City and the girls dance naked
said wassup I took her to the crib And you know I fucked Yeah toot it and boot it Toot it and boot it Toot it and boot it That's why I toot and boot it
Jack-o-lanterns Outsiders baby, and we suing the courts 'Cuz we're dope as fuck and only get a 2 in the source, yo They never should've booted me out
not folded in a roll Like a pimp When I see you bitch you betta have my dough Like a pimp Reach Back Like a pimp, slap da hoe 1 little 2 little niggas dats payin' me 3 little
crib and you know I fucked Yeah, toot it and boot it, toot it and boot it Toot it and boot it, that's why I toot and boot it Girl let me toot that boot
pill Im rollin wood grain, down that South man Im out the South ya know Im down fuckin to bring the pain because we comin down and my little boys gone
t like your fuckin' attitude Frontin' on my Clan from the Stat' when we ain't mad at you" Yo, yo, starks flippin' cheesyface measly paced ofays Ghostface, jump out the window for a little
Against saying what we want to say the right way Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man DJ
Roll a L and burn a incent It's like magic when I invent this shit that I present Yo turn my levels up a izinch And drop the treble down the pizinch and
Tie you up baby, really tight In a lover's knot I'm in the mood for my leather boots With the leopard spots Take you down to my side of town Where I
Beetle, on a magical mystery tour Your, narrator's pedal hits the floor Saw a hardcore, punk rave bitch yellin', "Fuck the law" Guzzlin' alcohol, leather jacket and a bra Boots
a pill Im rollin wood grain, down that South man Im out the South ya know Im down fuckin to bring the pain because we comin down and my little boys gone
is some shit These groupie girls are sick Do most anything so they can get picked To come to your room, smoke a little boom Hear a little tune after
I'm on the 28th floor Looking through the window My boots are propped up on my desk And they pay me good money To contribute, I know But I'm Medina daydreamin