T'wuz da night befo' Christmas and all in the hood,
Not a homie was stirrin cuz it was all good.
The tube socks was hung on the window sill
and we all had smiles up on our grill
Mookie and BeBe was snug in the crib
in the back bedroom, cuz that's how we live.
And mom's in her do-rag and me with mie nine,
had just gotten busy cuz my girlfriend be fine.
All of a sudden a lowrider rolled by,
Bumpin' phat beats cuz da system be fly
I bizounced to the window at a quarter pas
Bout ready to pop a cap in somebody's ******!
I yelled to my lady, Yo peep this!
She said, Stop frontin' & jus mind yo bidness.
I said fo real doe, come check diz out.
We wern't even buggin, no worries, no doubt.
Cuz bumpin an thumpin from around da way
Was santa, 8 reindeer and a sleigh
Da beats waz kickin, da ride wuz phat
I said, "Yo red dawg, yous all dat!"
He threw up a sign and yelled to his boys,
"Ay yo, give it up, let's make some noise!"
To the top of the projects & across the strip mall,
we gots to goes, I got a booty call!"
He pulled up his ride on top of da roof,
and sippin on a 40 he busted a move.
I yelled up to Santa, "Yo ain't got no stack!"
He said, "Damn homie, deze projects be wack!
But don't worry black, cuz I gots da skillz
I learnt back when I hadda pay dem billz."
Out from his bag he pulled 3 small tings
a credit card, a knife, and a bobby pin.
He slid down the fire escape smoove az a cazat,
and busted the window wit' a b-ball bat.
I said, "Wusssssup Santa? Why didya bust my place?"
He said, "You best get on up out my face!"
His threads was all leatha, his chains were all gold,
His kicks wuz Puma and they was 5 years old.
He dropped down the duffel, Clippers logo on the side.
Santa broke out the loot and my mouf popped open wide!
A wink of his eye and the shine off his gold toof,
He cabbaged patched his way back onto the roof,
He jumped in his hooptie wit' rims made of chrome,
To tap that booty waitin' at home.
And all I heard as he cruised outta sight, was a loud and hearty.....
"EAST SIDE!"
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