| It was December 24th on Hollis Ave after dark
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| When I seen a man chilling with his dog in the park
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| I approached him very slowly with my heart full of fear
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| Looked at his dog, oh my God, an ill reindeer
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| But then I was illin' because the man had a beard
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| And a bag full of goodies, 12 o’clock had neared
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| So I turned my head a second and the man was gone
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| But he left his driver’s wallet smack dead on the lawn
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| I picked the wallet up but then I took a pause
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| Took out the license and it cold said «Santa Claus»
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| A million dollars in it, cold hundreds of G’s
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| Enough to buy a boat and matching car with ease
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| But I’d never steal from Santa, cause that ain’t right
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| So I’m going home to mail it back to him that night
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| But when I got home I bugged, cause under the tree
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| Was a letter from Santa and the dough was for me
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| It’s Christmas time in Hollis, Queens
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| Mom’s cooking chicken and collard greens
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| Rice and stuffing, macaroni and cheese
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| And Santa put gifts under Christmas trees
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| Decorate the house with lights at night
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| Snow’s on the ground, snow white so bright
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| In the fireplace is the yule log
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| Beneath the mistletoe as we drink eggnog
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| The rhymes you hear are the rhymes of Darryl’s
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| But each and every year we bust Christmas carols
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| (Christmas melodies)
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| Rhymes so loud and proud you hear it
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| It’s Christmas time and we got the spirit
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| Jack Frost chillin', the hawk is out
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| And that’s what Christmas is all about
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| The time is now, the place is here
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| And the whole wide world is filled with cheer
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| My name’s D.M.C. |
| with the mic in my hand
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| And I’m chilling and coolin' just like a snowman
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| So open your eyes, lend us an ear
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| We want to say
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| Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! |