| This year Your boy went all out
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| Let me sit down and tell you what um talkin about
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| Now what’s sumthin you can imagine
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| So I dun have ta explain
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| Oh just picture the North Pole
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| Relaxin in my chain and my gurl
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| She’s bad, so bad, whoa!
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| Havin a gurl like Boog’s gonna become the new fad
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| When you’re walkin to my house
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| You’re gonna be given a map
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| Cuz if you turn the wrong corner, you won’t find your way bakk
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| But um sleepy now So, I’m gone off the track
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| Bye, goodight! |
| Holla
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| Santa hooked me up this year
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| Santa hooked me up this year
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| Santa hooked me up this year
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| So let me tell you what I got fo Christmas this yea
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| Santa hooked me up with a Bentley 4-door
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| Now a 100-million-dolla G4
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| Santa wuz generous
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| Gave me a gang of money
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| More ice than the North Pole
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| More karatz than Bugz Bunny
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| This year forget the socks abd the Christmas tree
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| I got a Benz 1200
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| Ain’t even hit the streetz
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| I got a 3-way pager
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| And a matching set
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| Got an iced-out chain
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| That put a crick in my neck
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| This year was too sick
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| Santa Claus got me that 6
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| With that doubled out kit
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| Too clean, fresh white, gangsta lean
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| You kno how I do, when I get on the scene
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| Santa Claus, «SC» is what I call his name
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| He give me too much I think Santa got crazy
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| But anywayz, thank you for all the giftz
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| I left them hot cookiez, but just dun forget it
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| (Lil Fizz)
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| Now Christmas is my favorite time of year
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| I got red forces with red Polo gear
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| Red Chanel ski hat, plus a Cadillac
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| With diamond in the bakk
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| Sittin on the scene with shiny gold D’s
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| OOOOOH
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| Ice crush soda can
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| Chrome on the left hand
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| And a walkman-you got a walkman
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| When I get all this
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| Man I thought it wuz great!
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| But I wuz bad this year
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| So Santa made a mistake |