Ding Dung, Ding Dung
Woo, Ooh. Ooh
The Black Grinch Street Rhymes
La, La, La, La, La
The Black Grinch Street Rhymes
T Crooked R U
The Black Grinch Street Rhymes
Ding Dong, Ding Dong
The Black Grinch Street Rhymes
La, La, La, La, La
(Laugh) I like that G-Dinero
Ding Dong, Ding Dong
The Black Grinch Street Rhymes

I ain't got nothing this Christmas
so I gotta go get mine, ya heard me
I hope I don't, I hope I don't catch ya slippin,
my life too hard, I'mma get me (Laugh)
Ya heard me (Ya heard me)
The Black Grinch

If the Grinch was a black man he would be my daddy
Cause he keeps a gun cocked in his Christmas socks
He rides around town in as shiny red caddy
With a pocket full of rocks
I hope he don't get shot
Tis the season to be grinding
Posted on the block boy I'm out my top
Pocket full of money and my gold teeth shining
La La La La my block is hot

Now I don't know what is Christmas
I just don't like this Christmas
I feel like Christmas has missed us, and dissed us
Ficticious, I'm hungry and I'm lonely and I feed all my sistas
and dem police is on me and I'm zonin'
and I'm wrong but I feel like I'm right but I write this song
all night long I might flight to catch you right and hold you tight
Oh give me what you got and what you don't got you keep
I'mma creep and I don't sleep
But I will put you to sleep
See it's me against the streets and in these streets I will be a G until they kill me
I'mma make all ya'll feel me
Don't call me, don't ask for me no questions
I feel like I'm stressin'
I feel like I'm not gettin' no blessins'
I'm not gettin' no presents
I don't have no residence and my pockets full of lent
And I done spent all my rent all my money
Ain't no smilin' ain't nothin' funny cause
I'm wildin' ain't no answer cause I'm dialin' my cousin
Tryin' to borrow a thousand
He foul like my mama
Plus everybody round her I hate everybody round her

If the Grinch was a black man he would be my daddy
Cause he keeps a gun cocked in his Christmas socks
He rides around town in as shiny red caddy
With a pocket full of rocks
I hope he don't get shot
Tis the season to be grinding
Posted on the block boy I'm out my top
Pocket full of money and my gold teeth shining
La La La La my block is hot

Check it out, See I don't talk dog I talk to myself don't need no help
I will jack Santa's elf smack him n' bring him in the Melph
By Norman early in the mornin', it's stormin', I'm yawnin', and then performin'
Wit da tre 8 can't let nobody harm me
Dis a warning, they call me the Grinch
And it's a snitch a get you pinched and I don't want your winch
I think she got a stench
Ain't - no jumpin down no chimney
That Calliope is in me
I'm grinnin' cause I'm rollin with big Finley, he free now
I see how, you see me cross the street now
I'm a dog upon this beat now, that's G now Dinero
I'm in a all black Montero black window and dat endo
Snoop Dogg is my ken folks, I lost my dog Slim though
I'm lost up in a limbo, still lost I'm in a limbo
Get caught I'm in a rental, just toss that Nintendo
Might off that extendo no, just let them po-pos roll
Can't let em go, I can't get arrested no more

If the Grinch was a black man he would be my daddy
Cause he keeps a gun cocked in his Christmas socks
He rides around town in as shiny red caddy
With a pocket full of rocks
I hope he don't get shot
Tis the season to be grinding
Posted on the block boy I'm out my top
Pocket full of money and my gold teeth shining
La La La La my block is hot

Y'all know what's happnin' with me man
I'm the black Grinch Man I ain't got nothin' in my pocket
But I gotta go get it ya heard me.
It's Christmas time, my people, they stressin' dawg
That's just how it is I gotta shoot my dawg
somethn' in the penitentiary ya heard me
I'm gon get me dawg long as I that thang on me ya heard me
that's how I'm comin' ya dig
Then I go chill by Ms. Dottie house ya know how I do it man CP3 Calliope
Merry Christmas everybody out there
Man I'm thuggin' til I'm gone ya heard me straight up,
Santa Clause bet not run up on me run in my house man
I'mma get him I'mma jack that boy ya understand me
That's how I'm comin'
Yeah, I'mma be ridin' that sleigh
drinkin' me some Heinekens and some Bourb ya heard me,
you know what happenin' bruh, real talk Calliope style
ya understand me thug style from tha hood man
See this my hood Christmas here ya heard
I know how yall, I know dem cuttas
gangstas feelin' me I know yall blowin' one right now
Like, man that dude somethn' ya understand me, but it's cool
Merry Christmas to yall' bruh I hope y'all do good bruh
I hope yall chillin' ya understand
Peace T-R-U to the bone grissle,
I don't wanna shoot no missles ya heard me
Happy New Year's too Bye

Ding Dong Ding Dong