DJ Kremy & DJ Ice K – “Happy Xmas” [Remix] ft. Yung Joc, 50 Cent, Paul Wall

Take your shirt off and twist it round your head cuz this track is FIRE. Featuring vocals from three different songs and a Christmas beat added on top, “Happy Xmas” is a straight up jam. The lyrics aren’t Christmas related, but the instrumental is enough to get anyone pumped for the holidays. DJ Ice K even created an HD music video for it… time to put that new Chromecast to use!

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[Hook: Yung Joc, from the song “5000 ones” by DJ Drama]
Eeenie meenie miny moe
I’m lookin for tha direction this money bout to go
I’m bout to throw I’m bout to blow

[Verse 1: 50 Cent, from his song “Banks Victory”]
Yo, yo we can’t stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I’m high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta’s
Yea faggot, if I want it I’m gon’ have it
Regardless if it’s handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don’t make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I’m cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I’m, 8 levels above you nigga
I’ll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I’m the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon’ leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit ’till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

[Verse 2: Paul Wall, from Ashanti’s song “Still On It”]
(Paul Wall, What It Do?)
It’s the Houston Hard Hitter out the 713, it’s “The People’s Champ,” Paul Wall, yeah that’s me.
Come take a ride with a playa out the ‘Lone Star State’.
I’m just a hustler on the grind known for gettin’ that cake.
I came up from the bottom, now i reside at the top.
I used to run away from cops, but now it’s benzes i cop.
I used to post up on the block like Yao Ming in the paint, but now i pimp the parkin’ lot, drivin’ slow n sippin’ drank.
With Ashanti on my side as i glide like Clyde, and nothin’ less than 24 inches of chrome on my ride.
It’s just somethin’ bout the way I tip 4s and grip grain and got these boppers on the sidelines goin insane.
I got ’em moanin’, my mackin’ game is outta
Control, but i don’t know if it’s my looks or my big bank roll.
I’m 24 years old with my mouth all gold, my games cold and now the stories been told.
It’s Paul Wall, baby (baby).