Sleigh Ride

We're not gonna like to slay, we're not gonna like to slay, we're not gonna like to I'm gonna go get the boots when the clock strikes twelve, we got things to do, don't get Keep and don't be late Get a red chair and move off I need him to lead the way, huh?

I gotta get in the bag With all the chores We're going through the sweet ride The old and the good boys And Nothing like a slave Why, nothing like a slave Why? Go ahead, go ahead And I'm gonna fight the sleigh, nothing like the sleigh, right?

Huh, boy, hey, yeah. I made Melissa a better jacket twice. It's time to find out who you didn't know it was nice. It's Christmas time, in the town. I got a brand new James Brown Hit it, got some bangin' Hit it, with all those toys Get me checkin' out With all those girls and boys

Hit it, ah Like a slave, ride on Like a slave, ride on Like a slave, ride on Like a slave, ride on Like a slave, ride on Like a slave, ride on Like a slave, ride on Hey! Wait a minute! Somebody! Bring my suit!

Yeah! Go get my boots! Check the cops! Cocks like 12! I got my thing to use! Cause you knew I'd care! Did I? Life is a slave, got nothing like a slave, right, Take a home, take a home, take a home, take a home, on Christmas. When he steals down the chin with care, wouldn't it be so revealing? Oh,

of sad hair, black cakey hair. I know his cheeks wouldn't be rosy, but still you can tell the man was cold. When you saw his red underwear peeking over his soulful soulful jailer room. Your son is a fine soul brother