Not a homie was stirring cuz it was all good
The tube socks was hung on the window sill
and we all had smiles up on our grill
Mookie and BeBe was snug in the crib
All of a sudden a lowrider rolled by
I yelled to my lady, Yo peep this!
Cuz bumpin an thumpin' from around da way
He threw up a sign and yelled to his boyz,
He pulled up his ride on the top a da roof
But don't worry black, cuz I gots da skillz
he slid down the fire escape smoove as a cat
His threads was all leatha, his chains was all gold
A wink of his eye and a shine off his gold toof
and all I heard as he cruised outta sight
HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM JRT!
in the back bedroom cuz that's how we live
and moms in her do-rag and me with my nine
had just gotten busy cuz girlfriend is fine
Bumpin phat beats cuz the system's fly
I bounced to the window at a quarter pas'
Bout ready to pop a cap in somebody's--
well anyway
She said, Stop frontin just mind yo' bidness
I said, for real doe, come check dis out
We weren't even buggin, no worries, no doubt
Was Santa, 8 reindeer and a sleigh
Da beats was kickin, da ride was phat
I said, Yo red Dawg, you all that!
"Ay yo, give it up, let's make some noise!
To the top of the projects and across the strip mall,
We gots ta go, I got a booty call!"
and sippin on a 40, he busted a move
I yelled up to Santa, "Yo ain't got no stack!"
he said, "Damn homie, deese projects is wack!
I learnt back when I hadda pay da billz."
Out from his bag he pulled 3 small tings
a credit card, a knife, and a bobby pin.
and busted the window with a b-ball bat
I said, "Whassup, Santa? Whydya bust my place?"
he said, "You best get on up out my face!"
His sneaks was Puma and they was 5 years old
He dropped down the duffle, Clippers logo on the side
Santa broke out da loot and my mouf popped open wide.
He cabbage patched his way back onto the roof
He jumped in his hooptie with rims made of chrome
To tap that booty waitin at home
was a loud and hearty....
"WEEESST SIIIIDE!!!!!!!"
