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