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New Deal For Christmas

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WARBUCKS I know the Depression's depressing GRACE The carols are stilled The stored aren't filled WARBUCKS And the windows are minus the dressing GRACE The children don't grin The Santa's are thin GRACE AND WARBUCKS And I've heard a terrible rumour No goodwill no cheer WARBUCKS But we'll get a new deal for Christmas This year ANNIE AND ORPHANS The snowflakes are frighting of falling MOLLY And oh, what a fix No peppermint sticks! WARBUCKS And all through the land folks are bawling GRACE And filled with despair 'Cause cupboards are bare WARBUCKS But Santa's got brand new assistants There's nothing to fear They're bringing a new deal deal for Christmas This year. SERVANTS Bong, bong, bong, bong Bong, bong, bong, bong ROOSEVELT On Farley and Perkins On Ikes and Wallace On Monganthau and Cummings. ALL Fill our pockets with dollars ROOSEVELT On Roper and Swanson ROOSEVELT AND WARBUCKS Get along Cordell Hull ORPHANS Get along, giddy up! MEN Call your committee up WOMEN Build every city up ALL Cheer every kiddy up Fill every stocking with laughter We haven't got room for any more gloom Let's ring every bell from it's rafter WARBUCKS And chime cross the land ANNIE Tomorrow's at hand WARBUCKS (spoken) Those happy days that we were promised. ROOSEVELT Are finally here ALL We're getting a new deal for Christmas We're getting a new deal for Christmas We're getting a new deal for Christmas We're getting a new deal for Christmas Christmas This year

Baby Phife's Return

A TRIBE CALLED QUEST "Beats Rhymes Life"
Phife: The mad man Malik makes MCs run for Milk of Magnesia Maybe that'll ease ya Master of this microphone mackin, master as in great I'll have your brain goin in circles as my style tends to ovulate I'm makin moves, never movies, that's why y'all MCs lose me Retrace, won't, so your stubborn like groupies Kid, you know my flava, tear this whole jam apart Fuck around and have your heart, like Jordan had Starks While you playin hokey pokey, there's no time to be dokey Cuz I come out to play every night like Charles Oakley Dissin around with wack rhymin You lose your grip from chalk climbin Let me take this time to say R.I.P. to Phyllis Hyman Who never got the props that she damn well deserved But see me, you don't wanna see me, cuz all MCs are gettin served The nerve, for you to even step to the Phifer I'll bumrush your set and crush your whole cypher Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop's hall of fame Cuz rappin ain't no game, big up your head and maintain Yeah, Queens forever in this piece crushin any beef Ain't nuthin sweet, the bakery's across the fuckin street Phife Dawg, swingin it back and forth just like Aaliyah Makin moves on your heart like that trick Tamia No doubt about it, I love hip hop to death But yo Tip, bring in the chorus cuz I'm losin my breath Consequence: A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough Queens You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough Queens You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene You know the deal, ha, you know the deal Phife: Big up pop Duke, that's where I caught my athleticism My mama, no doubt, that's where I got my lyricism My nana, that's where I got my spiritualism As for Tip and Shah, they made me stop from smokin izm Now, when I'm with some cheese, I be lettin off gism Writin rhymes since Daddy Kane and Biz Mark was on Prism I gotta brave heart like the one named Shirley Chisholm As for my late twin, boy, I wish I was with him Got the Lightro in the back talkin bout (come on, get him) And when it comes to rhymes, no doubt, I flip em Sucka MC in my path, hey main, I say we ship him Money please, your rhymes are wack, say word, this geek is trippin Just because my name is Phife, my man, I'm never slippin I got the type of flave to have your ass straight bitchin For those who act cute, see I got them on mute Have you walkin through your projects in your birthday suit Cuz your style is off loot, so I played him like a flute If youse a sucka MC, then it's you I rebuke My style is, everday all day, similar to water Crushin MCs as if my name was Sargent Slaughter Keep shit hotter...than a sauna Or better yet, the hormones on your Christian daughter Hey, I tried to warn her My sounds the type to kill, like the grill on Lauryn Hill So all ya sucka MCs, y'all best go chill Bout to go to Union Square so I can see my care bear Singin good stuff in my ear, runnin fingers through my hair Represent the Zulu Nation with illy rap creations Just keep shit hotter than Death Row-Bad Boy confrontations Chillin with Fudge Love because he represents the Haitians Ya naw'mean Word up I just wanna big up everybody for supportin A Tribe Called Quest Through the years This be the fourth LP, you know what I'm sayin? Tip, Shaheed and Phife, Beats, Rhymes and Life Featuring my man, you know what I'm sayin, Consequence 192 is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, ha ha You know what I'm sayin? Big up Shaheed Muhammad, that's my man Christine, you know what I'm sayin, word life (fading out) The Abstract Poetic, rockin this track Bouncin it all over the place, in your face You know what I'm sayin? My man Lightro...

A John Prine Christmas

JOHN PRINE "A John Prine Christmas"
Pretty paper Pretty ribbons of blue. [Spoken:] Man oh man, I just love Christmas it's just so darn neat. I kinda wish every day was Christmas, Except Christmas eve and the Fourth of July. We wouldn't want to miss out on the fireworks, would we? When I was a kid, we used to get the Christmas catalog from Montgomery Wards in Chicago. Sometimes we'd get it as early as late August. It was the big book of wishes, hopes and desires. My three brothers and I were allotted twenty-five bucks a piece, including tax. So I'd make up a different Christmas list every night From the first of September 'til the twenty-forth of December. Matter of fact, let me present you with my Christmas credentials. When I was three years old, at least that's what my mother told me, I ate an entire ornament. I ate a big red one, I thought it was an apple. They kinda freaked out and was gonna take me to the hospital But they couldn't stop me from laughing so they just left me alone. So I guess I still got that Christmas in me all the time, you know? One year, I got a wooden Roly-Poly for Christmas, You know the things you knock down and they bounce right back up. They made 'em out of wood back then, that's how old I am. Nowadays, they make 'em out of plastic. My mom says, "They just don't make 'em like that anymore." And I says, "No ma, they don't". Then there was the year I came home only eave from the army, From Germany to marry my high school sweetheart on the day after Christmas. My little brother Billy, who was twelve at the time, Had just gotten his first job so he was able to afford to buy some Christmas presents For his brothers and his mom and dad out of his own pocket. Billy had a job selling subscriptions for the Chicago Tribune. He told me this guy named Rocky would pick him up in a station wagon, Him and some other boys, and he'd take 'em out to some strange neighborhood And drop 'em off and he gave them this whole spiel to give their potential customers. Supposedly their little brother had won a free trip to our nation's capital Washington, D.C., But he couldn't go on the trip if his older brother wouldn't accompany him So if you would please buy a subscription to the Chicago Tribune then my little brother will be happy. Wow, what a shyster! Some people'll do anything to get to the Whitehouse. Then there was the year that my mom and dad gave me my first guitar. Ah man it was gorgeous, I still got the thing. It was a like aqua blue. Kinda dark aqua blue with a cream colored heart. Was a Silvertone from Montgomery Wards. The model was called Kentucky Blue and man when I saw that sitting under the tree I just couldn't wait. First year so I didn't know how to play it, I'd just stand in front of the mirror with a string around my neck with that guitar and I'd try to look like Elvis. Then my brother Dave taught me a couple of chords, Now I'm here in your living room singing and talking to you. It's funny how things work out. So-a whyn't you go find a stranger and extend your hand to 'em. If you see somebody looks like they ain't doin' quite as well as you, slip 'em a buck, 'specially if they don't ask for spare change. Go buy your honey a cuckoo clock or a musical snow shaking water ball, That when you wind it up it plays, "I want you, I need you, I love ya with all my heart." 'cause after all, hell man, it's Christmas. Away in a manger no crib for a bed. The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head. The stars in the sky look down where he lay. The little Lord Jesus asleep on the (1-2) hay. [Spoken:] Merry Christmas Everybody.

Ballin On Xmas

JIM JONES
[Hook: Jim Jones] Christmas cheers Dipset's here Balling every day [Verse 1: Stack Bundles] They say Santa knows who was being naughty or nice I hope I don't get penalized for what I did with the rice Name Bundles - you can just imagine the life I love Christmas - I can just imagine the white The trees, the candy canes The holidays remind me of the game The reindeers remind me of the Range (supercharged!) Icicles remind me of the ring She seen the videos, she like the fadeaway dance I want to kiss her like I got a mistletoe in my pants She looking at my neck like, "Damn! You must have blew your whole advance down at the Colosseum" Ma, the kitty is major Without b-day, love, let me upgrade ya You know giving's in a rapping nature So all I want for Christmas is some rapping paper [Refrain: Stack Bundles] Deck the halls, it's a Dipset Christmas We all ball, it's a Dipset Christmas Fa la la la la, a Dipset Christmas We fly high, it's a Dipset Christmas Deck the halls, it's a Dipset Christmas We all ball, it's a Dipset Christmas [Hook] [Verse 2: Jim Jones] In all my years standing on one hundred twelfth Never seen Santa, no elves Seen a couple mans go to jail Trying to get Christmas money off gram sales And that ain't work out (it's a shame) They say Santa know you good or you bad Gotta make an exception - we in the hood, living fast The cash that we get, I admit it's kind of fast But we gotta pay the rent, put some clothes on our ass I'm thinking foreign so Christmas morning Cars with [?] on them make the broads get up on 'I'm Niggas upstate, well, this one is for 'em Until you come home, I'm a keep on balling So you can tell Kris Kringle When he in the party he can bump my single [Hook] [Verse 3: J.R. Writer] No introduction, I'm the man on the mic You all know the boy flyer than Santa at night Me and Santa alike - know why? I'm getting cake here I grab a ho ho ho, and make it rain, dear So fix your face, queer - course I'm raw On or off of tour, I'm a boss for sure Talking war? Your doggie dog floss a four That'll give you lead poisoning cause it's off the wall I'm a player, fuck the constant haters Around here I call the shots like a commentator These ain't your common gators stepping on a punk I had to go get these fresh up out the swamp Weaponry to launch, grab it out the pocket You think, "Damn, how this nigga carrying a rocket?" Flashy for a profit Cause it's kind of funny that my lawyer kind of clumsy How he catch a case and drop it [Refrain] [Hook]

Merry Christmas From The Whole Fam Damily

Cledus T. Judd "Cledus Navidad"
Cledus T. Judd/Chris Clark, Cledus Crap Anthems (SESAC)/Of Music, Inc. (SESAC) Twas the fight before Christmas When all through the house No furniture left standing, no TV or couch Our aquarium, heck they even knocked over my Chia Pet MeMaw was flung 'cross the room by her hair By her sister Ethel who never fought fair LET'S GET READY TO TUMBLE!!!!!!! The children all wrestled and jumped off the beds Dropping elbows and knees on each other's heads And MaMaw wth her frying pan and Pa with his bat Cleared half the room in ten seconds flat The whole brawl began from an innocent matter When Aunt Flo thought Eugene said She looks a whole lot fatter She knocked him through the window he fell with a crash Tore down the gutters and busted his LEG REALLY BAD You ought to have saw it It looked like he'd been in a motorcycle wreck No Kiddin Yeah awful I couldn't turn to look at it You see both sides of our family have never gotten along And every holiday something always go wrong You ain't supposed to fight but spread joy in this season But when they get the nog they just look for a reason In no time at all everybody joined in And right there we squared off with our closest of kin It's a time for givin said Uncle Bill As he gave a black eye to his brother-in-law Phil I heard somebody say It's the thought that counts And right now I'm thinking about knocking your butt out Presents and fists flew all over the room And NaNa had some fancy moves with the broom She took out three cousins and knocked down the tree And I ducked just in time she swung out at me It's my favorite time of year Dad always has too much beer Gets on the roof and hunts reindeer Merry Christmas from the whole fam damily Tie the antlers on the dog Save some shine for Santa Claus From all the in-laws and outlaws Merry Christmas from the whole fam damily I crawled to the phone Lord it seemed like a mile And called 9-1-1 which we keep on speed dial In a matter of minutes out the window appeared Flashing blue lights and the Sherrif John Deere Just then six men burst through the door Some yelling HEY IT'S US Some GET ON THE FLOOR A stray punch from Grandpa found the sherrif's chin And just for good measure he clocked him again It took all 6 cops to get Grandpa in cuffs You know he gets feisty when he runs out of snuff We all stopped our fighting and cheered Grandpa on Heck I thought he could take them I guess I was wrong As they dragged him outside he yelled I'VE BEEN FRAMED He was kicking and screaming and calling them names You (bleep) You (bleep) Let me go you (bleep) You donut eatin stupid (bleep) son of a (bleep) We stood on the porch as did all our neighbras Who always took interest in our family's behavior Mind your own business we heard Grandma shout And We'll take back the presents and then come bail you out By now we'd forgotten what we were fighting for We were battered and bruised but united once more Then we all joined hands and sang Violent Night Violent Night And we heard Grandpa exclaim as they drove off out of sight: Merry Christmas to all...MAN that was a good fight!!!! Deck your neighbor deck the halls Tis the season for a brawl From all of us to all of y'all Merry Christmas from the whole fam damily Merry Christmas from the whole fam damily Merry Christmas from the whole fam damily

Sacrifice

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Violent By Design"
[Intro] You've watched so many people die... You've watched so many people die... [Antz: movie sample.] Sacrifice- to some, it is just a word. to others it is a code (Yo, Ikon the fuckin' Hologram) What matters is the colony. (Take ya'll motherfuckers to war, what what) He's willing to live for the colony, To fight for the colony, to die for the colony (Yo, yo, yo) [Verse 1: Ikon] Witness the art of combat The center is where the bombs at It's illegal for the feeble to see beyond that Upon that, cyanide gases, sentinel dent through ya ventricle with nine axes Time lapses, we on with, brutal and terrible conflict bomb shit You gone quick- on a mission to meet your savior A pitchfork through your bitch-heart [in] Castlevania. Slayin ya'- we blaze all men And storm through Allah battlefield with suede Timbs The ra-ven (raven screech) who made men eyeless Blinds evil, like a needle through the eye of Osirus My vibrance will span to Negril With the violence of Hamburger Hill, to kill What, what [Unknown sample] To the depths I dive- I dive [Scratching of the word "Sacrifice" as said by Big Pun in "You Ain't A Killer"] [Verse 2: Jus Allah aka Megatraum] The grains of my fingerprints rub against mics like match flints Burn slow like Dutchmaster hits Enter trenches of arms, the Paragon spawn Your body's carried and dropped like surrogate moms Sad Realities for those that battle me Find enemy beats, awaken my forsaken force of alchemy? A jaded man, never follows the Lord's plan Rises for sacrifice like Isaac to Abraham Expect wideness from Heaven's exiles Coming outta my shells like metal projectiles Connect soldiers by straight edges, you're left endless Severed by the line then bisected your necklace Dreadnaut leaving treadmarks from lead shots Silence your voice box, with infrared dots Your optics, forced to watch raw torture Therapeutic, combining your pores with iron straws [Unknown sample] To the depths I dive- I dive [Continuous scratching of Big Pun saying "Sacrifice" throughout the end] [Ikon: talking] You know the fuckin deal The hunter has now become the hunted, motherfucker Jedi Minds, severing your spine What's the fuckin deal, what's the fuckin deal You will be consumed by your own fire, motherfucker [More Antz samples] I know you will all do your duty [Ikon] Jedi Minds banging you in the face 2G's Fuck all y'all [Antz sample] I am proud to send you into battle...

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