'Twas da night befo' Christmas and all in da hood,
Not a homie was stirring cuz it was all good.
Da tube socks was hung on da window sill
and we all had smiles up on our grill.


Mookie and BeBe was snug in da crib
in the back bedroom, cuz dat's how we live.
And Mom's in her do-rag and me with my nine,
had just gotten busy, cuz girlfriend is fine.

All of a sudden a lowrider rolled by,
Bumpin' phat beats cuz da system's fly.
I bounced to da window at a quarter pas'
'Bout ready to pop a cap in somebody's ass!
well anyway….

I yelled to my lady,
“Yo peep dis!”
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.
Cuz bumpin' an thumpin' from around da way
Was Santa, 8 reindeer and a sleigh.

Da beats was kickin', da ride was phat
I said, “Yo Red Dawg, you all dat!”
He threw up a sign and yelled to his boyz,
“Ay yo, give it up, let's make some noise!”
To da top of da projects & across da strip mall,
We gots ta go, I got a booty call!“

He pulled up his ride on da top a da roof,
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!
But don't worry black, cuz I gots da skillz
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.
He slid down the fire exscape smoove as a cat,
and busted da window wid a b-ball bat.

I said, ”Whassup, Santa? Whydya bust my place?“
He said, ”You best get on up out my face!“
His threads was all leatha, his chains was all gold,
His sneaks was Puma and dey was 5 years old.

He dropped down da duffle, Clippers logo on da side.
Santa broke out da loot and my mouf popped open wide.
A wink of his eye and a shine off his gold toof,
He cabbage patched his way back onto da roof
He jumped in his hooptie wid rims made a chrome,
To tap dat booty waitin' at home.

And all I heard as he cruised outta sight,
was a loud and hearty…..
”WEEESST SIIIIDE!!!!!!! Good Night!"