Intro: Bad A$$ Is that the black Santa Claus? (Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!) I want a Super Nintendo ... yeah, Sega Genesis, yeah, Street Fighter 2, all these games... [Mommy! Is that the black Santa Claus? That is the black Santa Claus! Mommee! Mommee! Mommee!]
Verse 1: Dat Nigga Daz It´s 12.30 AM, Christmas Eve I´m out with the gangstas and thieves Celebratin´, postin´ up with eggnog [head up up] in my cup [Put Rudolph and Moses] lil´ bang-bangin´ and coastin´ Down the block but be careful for the heart, because it´s posted´
Some stay to this day that Christmas ain´t nothing but another day But, out of respect, I gotta give the Lord his day Tell me, tell me, where do the homies and bums got to sleep? {Nowhere} Where do hungry and the needy-greedy´s got to eat? {But who cares?} Life is so crucial and cold, [it´s worse] for the children In this world they hopes and dreams can´t afford The young and old churches and spiritual dreams, seasonal things Heard throughout the ghetto reaches gangstas and dope-fiends, huh ´Cause those who ain´t able get it now can finally get it ââŹĂ âĂĹCause the ghetto Santa Claus has sprinkled the hood and now we ballin´
Livin´ to a new year of better thangs Celebrate it with some Champagne, ha ha, check it ...
Chorus: Nate Dogg Santa Claus ... is coming straight to the ghetto ...
Bridge: Snoop Doggy Dogg Now on the first day of Christmas, my homeboy gave to me A sack of the krazy glue and told me to smoke it up slowly Now on the second day of Christmas, my homeboy gave to me A fifth of Hendog and told me to take my mind off that weed Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it wasn´t nuthin´ but game to me
Verse 2: Bad A$$ Back then, you woke up to the sound of ââŹĹI Saw Mama Kissing SantaââŹĂ âĂ Made you remenisce on the old fashion Christmas days Gifts, miss a fat man jolly with joy Down ya chimney with toys for lil´ girls and boys Pumped up, I jumped up before the sun peeped in And hoped to catch a Santa Claus creepin´ down my hall Ran to the window, put my eyes to the sky To see if I could see the sleigh that parlayed and pushed a fat guy I sigh, ain´t no sign, but everything under this tree in my house is mine
My bike, that, and this plastic nine´ll do fine till next year come I try to see the same thing, they got us brain washed dumb And when you find, it ain´t no Santa, Christmas still mean a lot ´Cause it´s the time to get together and give all you got You got food, good moods, and what´s better than together with your people When wishers give a toast by the tree, it´s Merry Christmas
Chorus
Verse 3: Snoop Doggy Dogg (starts during chorus) (Don´t get too close because you might get shot ...
Welcome to the ghetto ...) Santa Claus on the ceiling, Jack Frost chillin´ Pinch the Grinch for being a holiday villain Season´s greetings, all the proceedings Are brought to you by the church house where we´ll be eatin´ Chestnuts roastin´ on an open fire Singin´ my jingle, where is Kris Kringle I didn´t pop, I ain´t even shouted I even stayed in the house, where the homies tried to sneak me out And all I want for Christmas is my 6-4 Chevrolet And a granddaughter for her grandmother Beverly Ain´t that somethin´? Nah, ain´t that nothin´ How it´s Christmas time and my rhyme´s steady bumpin´ Everybody happy, hair still nappy Gonna steal a gift for my old grandpappy
Catch me giving out turkeys at the church-house Don´t try to work me, just stand in the line and everything gon´ be fine Holla at ya folks, boy, it´s goin´ down Ain´t no help from no elves, just Tha Dogg Pound And we passin´ out gifts, blazin´ up spliffs Christmas on the Row, can you dig it? {can you dig it}
Chorus
Verse 4: Tray Deee Christmas Eve, by the leaves, every 6 with the year Girls and boys full off joy with the season cheer Smell the sky, hella pies and cakes gettin´ baked To be ate after everything gone off your plate But wait, not tonight it´s straight beans and rice
On the table, are we able to proceed tonight? I wonder what the morn´s bringin´ so it´s hard to doze off Three ´o clock in my socks I crack the dope song Hopin´ when I open the door I´ll see Santa Now who the hell is this in this blue bandana Messin´ with the boxes that´s up under the three Look like Santa Claus been crossed to a woman to me Now I´m comin´ to see, the whole picture gettin´ clearer How we have messed; I says best get nearer Mirror, mirror, please, it´s seemed I´ve be deceived And thank the same trick for the gifts I receive So I creep back, and act like I ain´t even peeped it This´ll be me and Mom´s private secret
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