Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Christmas Rappin', artist - Kurtis Blow. Album song The Best Of Kurtis Blow, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Christmas Rappin' |
Don’t you give me all that jive about things you wrote before I’s alive |
'Cause this ain’t 1823 -- ain’t even 1970 |
Now I’m the guy named Kurtis Blow and Christmas is one thing I know |
So every year just about this time, I celebrate it with a rhyme |
Gonna shake it, gonna bake it, gonna make it good |
Gonna rock shock clock it through your neighbourhood |
Gonna read, gonna sing it till it’s understood |
My rappin' bout to happen like a knee you’ve been slapping |
Or a toe you’ve been tapping on a hunk of wood |
Bout a red-suited dude with a friendly attitude |
And a sleigh full of goodies for for the people on the block |
Got a long white beard, maybe looks kind a weird |
And if you ever see him, he could give you quite a shock |
Now people let me tell ya bout last year |
When the dude came flying over here |
Well, the hog was out, snow’s on the ground |
Folks stayed in to party down |
The beat was thumping on the box, and I was dancing in my socks |
And the drummer played at a solid pace |
And a taste of the bass was in my face |
And the guitar player layed down a heavy layer |
Of the funky junky rhythm of the disco beat |
And the guy with the 88's started to participate |
And I could sure appreciate a sound so sweet |
We were all in the mood so we had a little food |
And a joke, and a smoke, and a little bit of wine |
When I thought I heard a hoof on the top of the roof |
Could it be or was it me? |
I was feeling super fine |
So I went to the attic where I thought heard the static |
On the chance that the prance was somebody breaking in |
But the noise on the top was a reindeer clop |
Just a trick St. Nick, and I let the sucker in |
He was rolly, he was poly, and I said, «Holy moly! |
You got a lot of whiskers on your chinny chin chin» |
He allowed he was proud of the hairy little crowd |
On the point of his jaw where the skin should’ve been |
Gets cool for a fool going out every Yule |
For a day on a sleigh when the cold went low |
So the beard may be weird but I’ll never have it sheared |
Cause it’s warm in the storm when it’s ten below |
I said, «You're right, it’s cold tonight |
But can you stop for a drop before you go?» |
He said, «Why not if the music’s hot? |
And I’ll chance a dance beneath the mistletoe» |
So he went downstairs and forgot his cares |
And he rocked the spot and danced like a pro |
And every young girl tried to rock his world |
But he boogie oogie oogied til he had to go |
And before he went, this fine old gent |
Brought a gift with a sift through his big red bags |
In the top or the bottom, he reached in and got 'em |
Toys for the boys, for the girls glad rags |
And the grownups got some presents too |
A new TV and a stereo |
A new Seville 'bout as blue as the sky |
The best that money couldn’t buy |
'Cause money could never ever buy the feeling |
The one that comes from not concealing |
The way you you feel about your friends |
And this is how the story ends |
The dude in red’s back at the Pole |
Up north where everything is cold |
But if he were right here tonight |
He’d say, Merry Christmas and to all a good night |