I was hit by a dieselor a greyhound bus She was no baby-sitter 'get up, sugar, never thought you'd be a quitter' I opened the back door, she was greedy
state Then back home on a forty four Put the chain on, lock the door Cross another five bar gate Sit and wait Don't open the door don't talk to strangers
pedal, so I plowed over the Santa guy, and he went under the front tires, and then under the back tires, and then for some reason when he hit the back
from bleeding You need something special, you need something special, all right You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
a reindeer Walking home from our house Christmas Eve (On her way home) You can say there's no such thing as Santa (Say there's no Santa) But as for me
Santa Claus mutha fucka meet the hollow tip But let me get to the trunk so they fucked up Now I??¦ ??'out to explode, niggas suckin chrome up Kick down the door
you're punk ass from chillin' Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never full Bullet proof windows and doors, gangsta how 'bout yours Southside tatted on my back
Seeming Like Way Back When Ball Players Hop On The Plane And Make It Way Back In See She Used To Play Piana, And Now She Never Wait For Santa Instead
out, I don't know, I don't care Change my way of living, gotta be stepping out that door You won't find me here when you come back for more What do
in the s Rn california area that a recent narcotic crackdown in torrence ... hawthorne ... lomita ... westchester ... playa del rey ... santa monica ...
'll give me your underpants I hope these aren't yours, buddy... They're very nice, though You go to santa monica boulevard, You go to the blue parrot
they were nada (What you doin Flip?) Flipside checkin the hood, and our black girl's are hotter My grammar, is slender, rehearsed it, like Santa's smokin
it up and pray it won't go off in our faces memories of days gone out the back yard with my sisters the day they told me that the next door neighbor
Keep one in the chamber, walk with the banger Yeah, uh Everythin? was slow motion, but I think I got the potion ?Cause now that they overdosin? all my doors are back
of the Santa Fe Stood a freight made up for the east And the engineer with his oil and grease(?) Was groomin' the great iron beast While ten cars back
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 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
) The neighborhood kids Are having so much fun Counting off the days 'Til Santa Claus comes And I see the mistletoe Hanging from my door I wish I could