Under the bamboo tree
J. Frank Hopkins Lyrics

Just believe anything can happen (J BACH)
Lights on gleaming (gleam)
Eggnog heavy (ugh)
And the Coca is steaming (steam)
The days long and steady
With the Family ready and connecting (link)
As we sit under the tree (tree)
Sit under the tree (tree)
Sit under the tree
Its something to see
As it's Christmas Eve
We put up the tree, reeve, put out the milk and cookies
This feelings such a good thing
Admittingly
Presents wrapped up neatly
Chimney steaming
Saint Niks double checking the listing this season
Pushing the limits putting out packages
Hit me with the address list (beep) and lets just hope while in the sleigh
Rudolf leads the freight, his nose shines aways
So I don't crash this shit
In a ditch, snow bank, or along the way in to frosty (uh oh)
As we drop these-
Gifts and presents of Lafs of raps
With Jerry's story to match
As we got it under wraps but it really isn't going to cost you that
Giving you exactly, the exact thing
That you forgot to ask for in your wishing's
As I know It can get costly
Stuffing the stockings but worth every penny (cha-ching)
As I pay the price I know its right
Give me that check give me that raise up that pay
Sick of the hours for Minimum wage
Plotting and nadda be changed
Sick of the scraped & loose change
Need to fulfill change
While I look for the real thing for this holiday
So Just get to sleeping on this evening
Count your sheep, while I dot my Is and cross my Ts
With the stories and when your eyes are wide
You'll wake up to see
Hopefully what's under the tree (tree)
Under the tree (tree)
Under the tree (tree)

(Ya, Famous)
Gotta new whip on my wishlist
All my old friend gettin distant
Bouta cook em up like brisket
Everybody has they chance then missed it
I don't do much can't diss kid
They can't rap like this kid
So I turn up like it's hot out
Too turnt up can't stop now
Switch it up
Look at my flows man I'm doin the most
I got bread make it toast
Just as far as it goes
And they really want famous
To slow on the rise
I see all the hating come straight from their eyes
Despise what I prize
No taking from mine
All is the grind
Comin from time
No one is stopping the work that we do
Don't have to lie my bars always true
Pick a trick she get hot like a pepper
Losing ya mind and can't get it together
Don't sleep on us
After midnight
Half these rappers can't write a hit right
Left in the dust
No cry no fuss
The flow I trust
I pull up and dust
We come up and make it
She move and she shake it
A chance don't take it
My heart don't break it
Winter time
When the feeling right
Can't undermine
At a special time
Gotta feeling better
Get it back together
Back in any weather
Stop us they can't let us
Get rolling big time
When the small time turn to hit time
Then we hit prime
Give a rib for this
Waited from my young days as a kid for this
Man I had this on my Wishlist
What burns on ya fireplace
She like Laf she got fire taste
Dropping verses that's a fire waste
Steal my bars that how fire taste
I'm using my time like I'm running the clock out
I give her work she won't let me clock out
The verses you read were blue that's a cop out
I'm on a roll you know I can't stop now

Lights on gleaming (gleam)
Eggnog heavy (ugh)
And the Coca is steaming (steam)
The days long and steady
With the Family ready and connecting (link)
As we sit under the tree (tree)
Sit under the tree (tree)
Sit under the tree