Bise Gabber - Gangsta Christmas lyrics

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[Verse:]

Snowflakes fall like a gin’s frozen drops

Like a smelted snow – champagne flows

Cigarette burns like a wood in the stove

Ooh, outside it snows, it snows

My dear Santa-Claus please bring many toys

For gangsta girls and for gangsta boys

I choice poise, as my voice makes noise

So for me Santa please bring Rolls-Royce

The whole world loves Gangsta Christmas

Here everybody wants to enjoy with us

Santa-Claus walks like an album filler

You think he’s smuggler, no he’s a dealer

Ooh, lot of letters, merchants are reading

See, only the really real gangstas are feeling

Sparkling fizzy burns, it’s so-so beaming

Merry Christmas, my gangstas are screaming

G’s Christmas night, we rap so long time

We smoke and drink, so we all so fine

I ask Santa-Claus to bring what’s my mind

So baby, since next year you’ll be mine

Put on a garish clothes, get into a ride

Light’s on and go to the blessed Westside

We gonna make dreams come true – it’s right

So get ready, we’ll come with you too – tonight

[Chorus:]

Take out gifts from the box, may be my gift is funny fox

Go and bring it to your boss, I have to make higher toss

You have to put on yellow clothes, and with this put on white shoes

Hangin’ on your golden cross, then go the real rapper’s hoes

[Verse]

I’m gabbing so I’m look for way out

Sun rises, smelted snow goes down

My golden ingot it’s five pounds

New Year Three, kids go around

Santa-Claus was working in mo’ press

He was singin’ in the smoke section

In the best line, he has hemp new

As you can see me, and I can see you

Let me get out, I feel 2th stage’s fallin’

No different way I’m singin’ as callin’

I want it to be cool as Christmas is holy

Everything will be all right I’m joking

I beat ‘em up only for my baby’s sake

Babies swear I can bake Christmas cake

What the problem is, person needs a wake

Oh, baby girl, please, please don’t fake

Santa too needs money and a power

As he wants album with S.I.P. cover

I got a weapon and I got my rower

Hey motherfucker – game over!

[Chorus:]

Take out gifts from the box, may be my gift is funny fox

Go and bring it to your boss, I have to make higher toss

You have to put on yellow clothes, and with this put on white shoes

Hangin’ on your golden cross, then go the real rapper’s hoes

[Bridge:]

Yes! 1 thousand dollars is its whole cost and no more any cents

Now bring your friends and come with us,

We’re approaching to million tickets in my pocket, tickets on one way

To the Westside, better be if you follow us

‘Cause we always pay attention, always get okay

These we are the empire…

[Chorus:]

Take out gifts from the box, may be my gift is funny fox

Go and bring it to your boss, I have to make higher toss

You have to put on yellow clothes, and with this put on white shoes

Hangin’ on your golden cross, then go the real rapper’s hoes

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Thanks to Crucial Music Group