笨小笨The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire)歌词由Angela Thomas演唱，出自专辑《Christmas Lullabies for Baby: Relaxing Holiday Music for Peaceful Sleeping Featuring Away in a Mange》，下面是《The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire)》完整版歌词！
The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire)歌词完整版
Alright now, here we go"
Tell me, how many real motherf**kers feel me? I smoke a blunt
and freak the funk until these jealous motherf**kers kill me
I'm out the gutter, pick a hero
I'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competion's zero
Cause I could give a f**k about you, better duck
Or I'll be forced to hit yo a** up I give a f**k
I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me?
It's gonna take an army full of crooked a** cops to come and get me
Niggaz know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure
Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser
Word to God I've been ready to die since I was born
I don't want no sh*t but niggaz trip and yo it's on
Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry
Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried
It's a man's world, niggaz get played, another stray
Hope I live to see another day, hey
I'm getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust?
Got my mama stressin thinkin it's a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached
We living a Drug Life, Thug Life, each day could be my last
Will I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask
That's the consequences when ya livin, fast
Six bricks of tricks, for my niggaz, I gotta come up
and recoup, you keep the d**e just bring me six figures
Is it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for cover
over the fence and open fire
"Alright now, here we go"
These motherf**kers on my a** I'm in traffic, will it be tragic?
I'm comin round the corner like I'm Magic
Doin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switches
In a high speed chase with these punk b**ches
Don't turn around I ain't givin up, cause they don't worry me
P**sy a** b**ches better bury me
Runnin outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot
We in the hood, how the f**k they gon catch a crook? Haha
I got away cause I'm clever
Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together
I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies
at the coppers that persue me, beotch!
I be a hustler til it's over, motherf**ker
Open fire on you bustas
"Alright now, here we go"
Don't try to follow me, I'm headed outta state
I gotta pay my f**kin bills, so I'm transportin weight
Change my plates, pick up my ni**a, and now we rollin
Droppin keys like they stolen, hehe
Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta town until the coast is clear
Enough d**e to last a year
They got me running from the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin down a dirt road
But I ain't goin alive, I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd rather fire on my target
I hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh sh*t!
Them b**ches right behind me
They take a shot and hit my f**kin tires
Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka!
Hahahaha, Thug Life!
