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letra de feliz navidad - the heatmakerz, joell ortiz, & fred the godson

[intro]
and now we’re flyin’ through the stars
i hope this night will last forever
heatmakerz, crack music

[verse 1: jim jones]
uh, i be kickin’ the realest, i could feel the sh-t comin’ on
my man had a shootout, jump in the car while his gun was warm
red carpets posin’ in watches i spent a hunnid on
backin’ out in foreigns for every time that i got fronted on
trips to the jeweler just to see my reflection
twenty k in the club just to leave an impression
god bless big and pac but i’m ridin’ wit’ the hitters
in them foreign drop-tops, you know, survival of the littest, uh
told fred i don’t be kickin’ all the metaphors
but if i told you how low that i still could get it for
we could break it all down into that ready raw
tell me the truth, what is you ready for?

[chorus: joell ortiz]
feliz navidad got ’em out here with the drug dealers
sippin’ eggnog with the robbers and thug n-ggas
sleddin’ through these streets in these toys while they ice grill us
this christmas i’m buyin’ all my shooters new nine millas

[pre-verse: fred the godson]
it’s gordo!

[verse 2: fred the godson]
bring it back, i’ll cook the rest of it (let’s go)
i want exacts, i don’t need estimates (nah)
look at that, i mean what’s left of it
you’ll work it off on your second shift (okay)
i got records with rappers in the same game (fact)
feds takin’ pictures of the beige range (fact)
i had to snub just to flame things
ironic how they wore bugs ’til the raid came
they still live in color (color)
‘member jim carrey and ivory wayne? (‘member?)
well, we from the gutter (uh huh)
i know what jim carry and we ivory way (whew)
still bringin’ down the raw, bring it
these some tall -ss knicks, just call ’em porziņģis (heh)
n0body sober wit’chu now, move c0ke
minnesota, i was wiggin’ in them towns
i’m god

[verse 3: joell ortiz]
young blood, what it look like? i cook white (cyeah)
hood nights in the jects, duckin’ that suge knight
yeah, the def came and rose, you ain’t a friend, you a foe
if this new n-gga your man, it’s best that you let ’em snow (word)
’cause anybody could get it, i lift it, believe i hit it
i ain’t stopped it from spittin’ ’til the hammer started cl1ckin’
took the barrel to kept turnin’ but the metal sound different (ping)
to the cases stop jumpin’ out the side like all my b-tches (haha)
i’m a major league dealer, i could tell you ’bout pitchin’
how to split the b-lls up on home plates inside your kitchen
startin’ with the fire, when they hook, that’s when you switchin’
cut down on the speed and watch the fiends go down swingin’ (woo)
i turn the pad to a dugout where bad b-tches got dug out
kept a dress code, only dimes inside the clubhouse
knocked it out the park, then i throw the bat and glove out
yeah, that pop was fly now you gotta get the f-ck out
kept it real in the field but still some of you hate me
your eyes wanna lie but they cry like why you ain’t me
pinstripes on me, i look wavy in my navy blue yankee
like you lost the instructions, don’t make me (huh)

[outro: new jack city (1991)]
times like these, people wanna get high
real high and real fast
and this is gonna do it

- the heatmakerz joell ortiz fred the godson

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