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Drummer Boy

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Come they told me, pa rapa pum pum

A new born king to see, pa rapa pum pum

Our finest gifts we bring, pa rapa pum pum

To lay before the king, pa rapa pum pum

rapa pum pum

rapa pum pum

 

Rum pa pa pum rapa pum pum pum

Yeah I’m on the drum, yeah i’m on the snare drum

Yeah i’m on the beat, cuz the beat goes dumb

and I only spit heat cuz i’m playing for the sun

Playing for the king, playing for the title

I’m surprised you didn’t hear this in the bible

I’m so tight I might go psycho, Christmas time so here’s a recital

I’m so bad like Michael, I know i’m still young but I go, I go

Stupid, stupid, love like Cupid, Imma drummer boy so do it do it

 

Little baby, pa rapa pum pum

I am a poor boy too, pa rapa pum pum (lets gather round the mistletoe real quick)

I have no gifts to bring, pa rapa pum pum (matter of fack, lets gather round the fire place its ’bout to get hot in here!)

Thats fit to give our king, pa rapa pum pum (bieber what up? Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah)

rapa pum pum

rapa pum pum

 

[Busta Rhymes]:

Now lemme get straight to it, yo.

At the table with the family, havin dinner,

Blackberry on our hip and then it gave a little flicker.

Then I took a look to see before it activates the ringer

came to realize my homie Bieber hit me on the Twitter

Then I hit him back despite I had some food up on my finger,

sippin’ eggnog with a little sprinkle of vanilla,

even though it’s kinda cold, pullin out a chinchilla,

Bieber hit me back and said, “Let’s make it hot up in the winter.”

I said “Cool.” Ya know Imma deliver

let’s collaborate and make the holiday a little bigger

Before we work I gotta get this off,

see the other family members and drop gifts off.

Then I’m headed to the studio cause ain’t nothing stopping how

you know we bout to turn it up and really get it poppin now

People everywhere and all our Twitter followers,

“Merry Christmas, Kwanza, Happy Hanukkah!”

 

Mary nodded, pa rapa pum pum

The ox and lamb kept time, pa rapa pum pum

I played my drum for him, pa rapa pum pum

I played my best for him, pa rapa pum pum

rapa pum pum

rapa pum pum

 

If you wanna give, it’s the time of year

JB on the beat, yeah yeah, I’m on the snare

It’s crazy how some people say, say they don’t care

when there’s people on the street with no food, it’s not fair

It’s about time for you to act merrily

it’s about time for you to give to charity

Rarely do people even wanna help at all

’cause they warm by the fire, getting toys and their dolls

Not thinking there’s a family out hungry and cold

wishin’ wishin’ that they had somebody they could hold.

So I think some of you need to act bold

give a can to a drive, let’s change the globe.

 

Imma Drummer Boy so do it do it

Imma Drummer Boy so do it do it

Imma Drummer Boy so do it do it

Imma Drummer Boy so do it do it

Imma Drummer Boy so do it do it

 

Songwriters

DAVIS, KATHERINE K. / ONORATI, HENRY V. / SIMEONE, HARRY

 

 

 

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