Paroles de 'Tis The Season (feat. Jaque Beatz)

This is not a Christmas song 'cus Bobby doesn't celebrate Christmas Yeah, 'tis the season with a nigga named Jaque Beatz (Fa la la la la, la la la la) Flow so cold, spittin' fire on a hot beat (Fa la la la la, la la la la) And grab your gifts 'cus hoes be hoeing (Hoe hoe hoe, hoe hoe hoe, hoe hoe hoe) And Santa copped a brick got that motherfucker snowing (Fa la la la la, la la la la) ho ho ho Whoa, Santa, whoa Is that a pistol and are the tips hollow? Yeah, you're fucking right, and you can die tonight I ain't got no money, got a 35 I could borrow Hell fucking no you couldn't pay me back tomorrow I know you and Jack Frost ain't so cool Man fuck Jack Frost he can fucking die too I'ma pay you back I wouldn't play you like a fool (Fa la la la la, la la la la) Man, shut the fuck up No, no, no!