first site like white on whites Them three quarters them lows, they all tyte The only problem they only good for one night 'Cuz once you scuff 'em you fuck with your whole night
lane snow is glistenin'? A beautiful sight we're happy tonight Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland Gone away is the blue bird Here to stay is the new bird
t nothing get the hype on first site like, white on whites (Big boy) dem three quarters them lows they all tyte (Big boy) the only problem they only good for one night
into the night He's got everybody feeling alright When old man winter comes to town He's got a special way of dropping in And spreading cheer around You know Christmas is
All we got is each other So let's go Thinkin maybe you should stay a while for the night Girl, maybe you should stay a while spend your life cause i don
show em with one squeeze, how 16's spray in ya back (chorus) (Desperado) I write my rhymes in the kitchen cuz my balls is cookin Used to fuck average bitches now the stars is
Priest is going to get you, Priest is going to get you Priest is going to get you, Priest is going to get you Priest is going to get you, Priest is going
to Your love is so special to me I love you Winter, spring, summer, fall These four seasons tell it all Each has a special way Of sayin' my love is here
tan in the winter Mind strong and powerful non-cipher cant enter (I'm Black!!!) And I dont need jewelry to shine Look at my skin color its like the jewelry is
seems so sad Everything he gave to us took all he had Then the days turned into years And the memories to black and white He grew cold like an old winter
me that you saw Cochise When he made his last stand He said, "The next white man that sees my face Is gonna be a dead white man" Old Apache Squaw, how
This is the story of three little pigs And the projected damage that they did, pig number one was white Thought everything he did was right, the pigology
't get 'em yet, believe they name is on the short list Yeah, nigga's nauseous, I'll show you just what nauseous is We surround fortresses, studios and
winter, man Never catch me trippin', slippin' and kill me, damn I show the hood love, they show me love back And the hood is where my heart is, so I
some soft white that's sure to come back brown I get that butter all night 'Cause most niggaz don't know a brick from a bike They keep buyin' hard white
mad tryin to catch me slippin But instead in out of town nigga catch me trippin I guess I sold out if they don't see me this winter The only thing
night Never took a trip first class flight Never had a love affair so tight I've never felt a feeling so right Never seen a winter so white Never had
all the paint washed, From our city walls, end of the renaissance, And so the walls where the colours once played, Were replaced by the buff, now a sullen blunt grey, White