Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Waiting on Christmas Gifts, artist - Twiztid. Date of issue: 20.10.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Waiting on Christmas Gifts |
| Alright, so let me get this right, you say it’s a motherfucker who come to your |
| house… |
| To your muthafucking house |
| And he ain’t be trying to rob you? |
| Ah hell no, that’s Santa Dawg, you ain’t ever heard of Santa? |
| Nuh uh |
| Santa Claus, Saint Nick? |
| Nah |
| Kris Kringle? |
| Man nah! |
| You ain’t ever heard of Kris Kringle? |
| Man Hell nah! |
| Look (What?), he come down the chimney in some spots, but some people they |
| ain’t got no |
| Chimney, so he just come in tha back dooor, he may have to kick it in though, |
| depending |
| It what hood he in, cause some people be bolting they shit |
| Who? |
| You know like Kwee-Kwee and them down there on west 7 mile, you know, |
| swinginh the herb |
| Fool, I know who that is, who you talking about kicking in some DOORS? |
| Santa, SANTA CLAUS… Ho Ho Ho everybody’s Jolly |
| Oh, you mean the motherfucker who be ringing the bell down in front of |
| Churches' Chicken |
| Something like that, except he come and he be bringing gifts, it’s like |
| religious thing |
| Or something |
| Man, you acting like a sucker believing in that Fictitious Bullshit! |
| Man, I don’t even like fish! |
| so, LOOK! |
| WHAT? |
| He’s looking at his list |
| Right |
| He’s checking it twice |
| Right, Right |
| And he gonna know who’s naughty or nice |
| Man, hell nah, so what you saying, this motherfucker work for the FBI? |
| he got a list |
| What kind of list? |
| I mean, it’s kinda like that, it ain’t really a list like that, I mean its |
| Christmas list |
| You know like gifts and stuff… remember when you was and you wanting Space |
| Invaders |
| For the 5200 back in '86? |
| (yea), and then nobody got it for you? |
| (uh huh), cause you |
| Wasn’t right, Santa was like Fuck that, I ain’t bringing him shit, |
| I’mma gonna bring my |
| Homie Lil Poot everything |
| Well fuck SANTA, and fuck you |
| Man fuck you man, you don’t be dissing no Santa Claus, dawg |
| I don’t be believing in that shit, that shit ain’t even real, man you acting |
| like a |
| Little sucker believing in some old Santa Claus shit |
| Man, SANTA for life fool |
| O come all ye faithful |
| Joyful and triumphant |
| Oh come ye O come ye to Bethlehem |
| «Have you been a good boy this year? |
| If not I’m gonna split your fucking head!» |
| With so much Drama in the D-E-T |
| It’s kinda hard putting trimmings on my Christmas Tree |
| But, I some how, some way |
| Keep coming up with fresh ass nizzle just to drizzle on the way |
| May I, wrap another gift, so that I, can sneak up in your house in the bedroom |
| Everybody tripping, roasting chestnuts, waiting on Santa to come |
| I got Blaze in the living room drinking Eggnog |
| Jamie’s in the kitchen and he pulling the bomb |
| I got Little Eric Loder dressed up like a Elf |
| And, all they keep saying is «go fuck yourself» |
| So, turn off the lights and close the doors |
| Man for what? |
| Santa Claus Ho |
| And, we gonna blow ounce with him |
| G’s up, hoes down, I got Santa Claus high as shit |
| Sitting by the tree sipping Eggnog |
| Waiting on Christmas gifts… Eggnog |
| With my Mind on my presents |
| And my presents on my mind |
| Mixing Eggnog and Gin |
| Everybody got their cups but they ain’t chipped in |
| Well I called up Blaze told him, time for dime |
| He said him and Anybody coming through at nine |
| See everything is fine, cause I’m feeling all Christmasy |
| And I’m standing right next to the Christmas tree |
| Seeing the blinking lights made me sick |
| But I always decorate every year for Saint Nick |
| So, there ain’t no chance he gonna pass me up |
| Got some Cocoa in a cup and some Hydro in a blunt |
| That I am gonna smoke with Santa Claus |
| Get him all shit-faced till the break of dawn |
| And, watch him fly off in the night |
| Hey thanks for the presents, I hope you make it home alright |
| Before he left he said «Hey, Listen Bro» |
| «Your the first stop I made, I gotta billion more to go» |
| Later on Christmas Day |
| My homie Violent J |
| Came through with a gift for me |
| And a dope ass fruit cake «aight dawg» |
| With a phat ass joint with the blue cots |
| That make ya choke, with some bud, ain’t no choke |
| Had to take a step back, sit my Egg-Nog down, knocking Rum and cot |
| I’m fucked up now, but ain’t no body clap, the presents are wrapped |
| Shaggy’s style through with a 40 in a sac «roll it up» |
| Smoke with Santa, break with the elves |
| They supposed to stop by at a half past twelve |
| Shit, if I would of known we was getting shit for free |
| I would have pulled my dick out! |