[SHORT DESCRIPTION]
It combines two things everyone loves - Crunk and Christmas. Could peak the Billboard 100... back in 2002.
[LYRICS]
Whispering:
*swag-swag, swag, swag, swag*
*swag-swag, swag, swag, swag*
Mumbling:
Joke's on me, we do what we do the best
Feeling christmassy, who would have ever fucking guessed
So be my guest, let's all dine together
Better be my guest, the greatest party ever
No more jokes on me, let's all fuck with the rest
Drinks, they are free, drinkin' shots from my breasts
But you know I'm a guy, being serious and shit
And we'll make your pants drop in a bit
- Crunk starts here! -
The party starts here, drop the bass, drop your panties
We're making big money, you bitches counting pennies
Got myself some grammies for grammar 'n' shit
Nah just a joke, I'm a ridiculous tit
The harder i hit, the more bass I drop
Pullovers I knit, but I can't do a knot
Party in the block, we know crunk is the thing
We're out of props, and I just play wing
'Cause I'm The wingman, my pick-up lines, check
'Cause I'm a whale hunter and you're on my deck
So before you snap my neck, get off me you slag
Otherwise, what the heck, I'll drop all my swag
Seriously dude, you used swag in this song
It is about christmas, shut up and singalong
That is wrong dude, it's the time of giving
Then take off your clothes, bitch, make your livin'
- Hook aka Chorus -
Hey! guess this, your tits on my wishlist!
Shut up bitch, Merry Christmas!
Hey! guess this, bags of cash on my wishlist!
Rob the bank, Merry Christmas!
Hey! guess this, vodka shots on my wishlist!
Hit the bar, Merry Christmas!
Hey! guess this, your mom's on my wishlist!
Her cake's are the best, Merry Christmas!
- Crunk starts here! (Part Deux) -
December twentyfourth, bitch, today is my day
Shake your booty darling, the boys wanna play
Benjamins flying all over your face,
Tenners on your mammaries, what a waste
We could have bought presents, and give them away
We could have bought food and host a buffet
Buying honey for flies, bitches, all the same
But I'm so fly - people think I'm a plane
New wheels for my wheels, chrome, gold all the way
New grills for my homie, and a pair of new Js.
Some wood for my hoe, to get her heat up
Innuendo, ho, ho. You didn't see that?
Who would ever think of a rhyme so witty
Who would ever write lyrics - so tricky
Who would ever think of a song like this
Who left a gift inside your miss'?
- Hook aka Chorus (again) -
Hey! guess this, your tits on my wishlist!
Shut up bitch, Merry Christmas!
Hey! guess this, bags of cash on my wishlist!
Rob the bank, Merry Christmas!
Hey! guess this, vodka shots on my wishlist!
Hit the bar, Merry Christmas!
Hey! guess this, your mom's on my wishlist!
Her cake's are the best, Merry Christmas!
Hey! guess this, your tits on my wishlist!
Shut up bitch, Merry Christmas!
Hey! guess this, bags of cash on my wishlist!
Rob the bank, Merry Christmas!
Hey! guess this, vodka shots on my wishlist!
Hit the bar, Merry Christmas!
Hey! guess this, your mom's on my wishlist!
Her cake's are the best, Merry Christmas!
- Outro -
Drop the swag
(*swag-swag*)