Shout To The Lord
Guess who rolled up? Big S with the D rolled up
Girls jockin so the G's loc up, know what, Santa ain't playin that stuff
See, Santa steady ridin on them scrubs for Xmas
Sleigh stay flyin on them dubbs and switches
He's vicious, gear on point and iced out
When Santa hit the floor ya know it's lights out
From the West to the East up North and down South it
Ghetto Santa Claus is bout it
3L dub so throw ya hands up for me
You know wassup, get yo dance on home cuz
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We bout to get the shhhhh startedÂÂ
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MY NEW HOUSE
My new house
You should see my house
My new house
You should see my new house
No rabbit hutch about it
I bought it off the baptists
I get the bills
And I get miffed
At the damn polyester fills
The interior is a prison unconscious
My new house
Keep away from my new house
Wash the drawers of pills
It's got window sills
With lead centred in the middle of them
My new house
Is no beatnik hang-out
That Halifax copter
Sure dropped me a cropper
Sometimes I think I'll ring Swine-Tax
And go back to my flat
But my new house
I do love the mad things about it
According to the postman
It's like the bleeding Bank of England
Creosote tar fence surrounds it
Those razor blades eject when I press eject
My new house
Could easily crack a mortal, it
The spare room is fine
Though a little haunted
By Mr. Reagan who had hung himself at number 13
Mr. Reagan hung himself at number 13
It'll be great when it's decorated
My new house