got presents to send you I've even got money to lend you But honey I can never ever pretend You're not there on my mind Yes, and I got presents to send you
Traduction: Jimmy Buffett. Présente à vous envoyer.
we're apart there's no ache in my heart When we're together we're a hell of a crew [Chorus:] And I got presents to send you Even got money to lend you
on the block So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha I'll send your kids through the
and let it cure (urr) Haters hate it hurr slap you like hunters at a duur (eer) This present year not 4 you peasants here (urr) My message here is a must now that I address you
, you're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad you let your anger blind you We
it Wish due my street dues. Just stay cool. I know I got you when I need to pop you'll let loose. And you don't wanna see a thugsta hit with a Grey Goose
you know it You know that jd no matter what we go through (what up big bro) you know what I'm sayin I love you to death right (uh huh) You know it's still sosodef You
conquer the spot until its empty Present me and my niggas with arsenal aplenty Break fools, send you to school, follow the rules Violate my tools, lay you
care about presents Underneath the Christmas tree I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you
Christmas Eve Presents are wrapped Under the tree Is there one for me? I only want you for Christmas, baby I don't need nothing else I only want you
want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you Ohh, Baby ...My Baby... You know I love you
put his asses back together with glue, See you can hate em, he don't blame you frankly he would too, This game could I'll afford to lose him, How bout you
I heard you want to fight me, with your words on stage So Mase pulls that instrumental from the jam YOU made And as he starts cutting what you sold, I
:] (What's the subject?) The Shwingalo, hot damn (Is Posdnuos gonna start?) I am, I am (And by the order of Shwing on hand) I present to you the Preacher
-mm, hmmm) (Mmm-hmm, yeah) Vocal in doubt is an uplift And real is the answer that I answer with Dying yet live, what you must realise THat the tune that I present
