kid" and I can't get him back Back in the days, Christmas was deep My moms put presents under the tree while I played sleep And peeped ha! Santa Claus
Santa Claus Santa Claus, I hate you because (I hate you Santa) You gave me nothin', now I'm takin' yours (I'll take it) Santa Claus, I hate you because
It's good (that's right) Unloads my strap like a real g should Like santa claus with a sack full of goods I'm heading Back to the hood I'm back with
door into the snow. When they found her Christmas mornin', At the scene of the attack. There were hoof prints on her forehead, And incriminatin' Claus marks on her back
It?s Weezy F baby like a newborn bitch You ain?t know shit I put your girl to work now, here?s a uniform bitch Pimpin? over here and I ain?t Santa Clause
Bunny There's all this talk about Santa Claus But see love will rule supreme Happy Valentine's Day Every day the 14th You got it When cupid knocks at your door
Big Sant] I Got A Cupid n Flavors Slamin Doors n Rockin Gators Wit A Bad Bitch Dat Roll up All My Blunts n Do Me Favors Man I Quit Smokin Wit Hatas Back
was hit by a diesel or a greyhound bus She was no baby-sitter "Get up now sugar Never thought you'd be a quitter" I opened the back door, she was greedy
queen like Evie And you didn't even tell me you leavin' I had to hear about it on Escandalo TV Now who's this man creeping in the back door While I'll
dance card is empty that there's no-one really there? Do you still believe in Santa Claus, that there's a millionaire looking at your front door with
Star Spangle Buh Buh Buh Buh Buh Banner I am the Rap Hannah Mah Mon Montana so fix your Antenna I keep three hoes, But don't call me Santa And I
off (gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off) Ring ring ring, on the door bell and the next door neighbors
nine said, ?Run the place? Took my girl, stereo, CD plus the tape Yo, Star, don't wet that Fucked her face, let's stuff the plays Jet back to Santa Cruz
and back door now, you're gonna hafta back off the hammer a bit cause we're double nickle and 'bout to hit the big road Well the big elf blew the doors
bitch named Irvine She had a cousin with the name Santa Ana It was short for Anaheim I got high in Riverside with Receda and Rosarito And Santa Clarita
It's hard to see the light When the fridge door is closed Tip-toe down the hall, open the door Found out that God is a small sausage roll I fall and
so very poor No one laughs at God When the doctor calls after some routine tests No one's laughing at God When it's gotten real late and their kid's not back
's on again What up, he made a move, try to assist it Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical