that dad gave mom for her birthday years ago even though that bag is full of holes mama lifts it up and just like santa claus goes out the door i'm
redneck nerd in a bowling shirt was a-guzzlin' lone star beer Talking religion and-uh politics for all the world to hear. ?°they oughta send you back
bad muthafucka Gimme that goddamn book Here let me read you this one, Christmas in Compton It was a silent night, yes, a holy night Until Mr. Claus turned into Santa
back? Send them back Grandma got run over by a reindeer Walking home from our house Christmas Eve You can say there's no such thing as Santa But as
beer Get's on the roof and hunts reindeer Merry Christmas from the whole fam damily Tie the antlers on the dog Save some shine for Santa Claus From
a sudden, through my window I could see Santa Claus was flying by and smiling at me Santa Claus, Santa Claus It must?ve been ol? Santa Claus Santa Claus, Santa
a lonely Christmas, sitting here and staring back at my TV. A Miracle On 34rth Street on the all-night TV repeat, just Bob Hope and Santa Claus and me
. I am some immortal and pointless dust. Two bodies lie in bed for their brief moment together in eternity; the memory holds still; we watch the fireflies kiss the night and turn their backs
wit' me, heard it from who? Damn lie Got to take it home, workin' tomorrow, laced track Puttin' it down, me and Santa forever, blazed that Hit the door
? A Barbie magic castle?" Yo I'm getting pissed, 'cause everything is crap I'm about to take it back, I'm about to take it back Ahh hell nah Santa, you
[Verse 1:] Guess who rolled up? Big S with the D rolled up Girls jockin so the G's loc up, know what, Santa ain't playin that stuff See, Santa steady
That'll keep your punk ass from tellin' That I got that nine and that fo'-fo', the H2 on double fours Bullet proof windows and doors, gangsta how 'bout yours Southside tatted on my back
go) I do this for the hood, niggaz stuck in the slammer I smile 'cause I'm good, you act tough for the camera Run from the lil' kids, they fuckin' with Santa
in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag (Young Jeezy) Now dese sant pata, cost me alotta Pasta spegettii you can send em we ready Same color as ?????, countin da karate Make tha doors
house And he ain't be trying to rob you? Ah hell no, that's Santa Dawg, you ain't ever heard of Santa? Nuh uh Santa Claus, Saint Nick? Nah Kris
jesus and every weekend wed approve traditional love bringing of a middle pennsylvenia shit hole where elders movements stressed stellar theraputic bible cycles from church with the bait and tackle store next door
don't mean to assume What should I think? I seen ya coming out the men's bathroom You wasn't in there alone, wasn't using the phone The door was locked