Last Christmas
I gave you my benz
But the very next day you sold it away.
This year
To save me from grieef
I'll give it to someone special
Once sold and riden twice
I keep my benzes around.
But I still want to give you one.
Tell me, homie,
Why am i crying so hard?
Well,
It's been a hearty gift,
now It doesn't surprise me
(Merry Christmas)
I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying, "This is my ghetto benz"
I meant it
Now I know what a fool I've been.
But if I gave you now
I know you'd sell it again.