| Santa Claus, goes straight to the ghetto
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| Pitch up your reindeer, uh!
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| Go straight to the ghetto
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| Santa Claus, goes straight to the ghetto
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| And every stockings you buy
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| The kids are gonna love you so
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| Leave a toy for Johnny
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| Leave a dog for Mary
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| Leave something pretty for Donnie
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| And don’t forget about Gary
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| Santa Claus, goes straight to the ghetto
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| Santa Claus, goes straight to the ghetto
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| Tell him Fantasia sent you
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| Go straight to the ghetto
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| You know that I know that you will see
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| Cause' that was once me
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| Hit it!
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| Hit it!
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| You see mothers and soul brothers
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| And every stockings you buy
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| The kids are gonna love you so
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| Santa Claus, goes straight to the ghetto
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| Santa Claus, goes straight to the ghetto
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| And every stockings you buy
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| The kids are gonna love you
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| So, pick up a stocking you find
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| You’ll know they need you
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| So, I’m begging you Santa Claus
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| Go straight to the ghetto
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| If anyone wanna know
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| Tell him Fantasia told you so
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| So, Santa Claus, oo straight to the ghetto
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| Never thought I realized, I’ll be singing a song
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| With one of you. |
| My!
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| Santa Claus, goes straight to the ghetto
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| Don’t leave nothing for me
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| I have you. |
| Can’t you see?
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| Santa Claus, goes straight to the ghetto
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| Santa Claus, the soul brothers need you |