KIND OF CORNY, ENJOY.......
A Ghetto Christmas
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>Twas da night befo' Christmas & all in the hood,
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>Not a homie was stirrin cuz it was all good.
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>The tube socks was hung on the window sill
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>and we all had smiles up on our grill.
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>Mookie and BeBe was snug in the crib
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>in the back bedroom, cuz that's how we live.
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>And Moms in her do-rag and me with my nine,
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>had just gotten busy cuz my girlfriend is fine.
>
>All of a sudden a lowrider rolled by,
>Bumpin' phat beats cuz the system be fly.
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>I bounced to the window at a quarter pas'
>'Bout ready to pop a cap in somebody's ass!
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>I yelled to my lady, Yo peep this!
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>She said, Stop frontin' & just mind yo' bidness.
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>I said, for real doe, come check dis out.
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>We weren't even buggin', no worries, no doubt.
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>Cuz bumpin' an thumpin' from around da way
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>Was Santa, 8 reindeer and a sleigh.
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>Da beats was kickin', da ride was phat
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>I said, "Yo red Dawg, you all that!"
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>He threw up a sign and yelled to his boyz,
>"Ay yo, give it up, let's make some noise!"
>To the top of the projects & across the strip mall,
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>We gots ta go, I got a booty call!"
>
>He pulled up his ride on the top a da roof,
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>and sippin' on a 40, he busted a move.
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>I yelled up to Santa, "Yo ain't got no stack!"
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>he said, "Damn homie, deese projects is wack!
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>But don't worry black, cuz I gots da skillz
>I learnt back when I hadda pay da billz."
>
>Out from his bag he pulled 3 small tings
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>a credit card, a knife, and a bobby pin.
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>He slid down the fire exscape smoove as a cat,
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>and busted the window wit' a b-ball bat.
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>I said, "Whassup, Santa? Whydya bust my place?"
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>he said, "You best get on up out my face!"
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>His threads was all leatha, his chains was all gold,
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>His sneaks was Puma and they was 5 years old.
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>He dropped down the duffle, Clippers logo on the side.
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>Santa broke out da loot and my mouf popped open wide.
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>A wink of his eye and a shine off his gold toof,
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>He cabbage patched his way back onto the roof
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>He jumped in his hooptie wit' rims made of chrome,
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>To tap that booty waitin' at home.
>
>And all I heard as he cruised outta sight,
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>was a loud and hearty.....
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>"WEEESST SIIIIDE!!!!!!"
A Ghetto Christmas
>
>Twas da night befo' Christmas & 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 Moms in her do-rag and me with my nine,
>
>had just gotten busy cuz my girlfriend is fine.
>
>All of a sudden a lowrider rolled by,
>Bumpin' phat beats cuz the system be fly.
>
>I bounced to the window at a quarter pas'
>'Bout ready to pop a cap in somebody's ass!
>
>I yelled to my lady, Yo peep this!
>
>She said, Stop frontin' & just mind yo' bidness.
>
>I said, for real doe, come check dis out.
>
>We weren't even buggin', no worries, no doubt.
>
>Cuz bumpin' an thumpin' from around da way
>
>Was Santa, 8 reindeer and a sleigh.
>
>Da beats was kickin', da ride was phat
>
>I said, "Yo red Dawg, you all that!"
>
>He threw up a sign and yelled to his boyz,
>"Ay yo, give it up, let's make some noise!"
>To the top of the projects & across the strip mall,
>
>We gots ta go, I got a booty call!"
>
>He pulled up his ride on the top a 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, deese projects is wack!
>
>But don't worry black, cuz I gots da skillz
>I learnt back when I hadda pay da billz."
>
>Out from his bag he pulled 3 small tings
>
>a credit card, a knife, and a bobby pin.
>
>He slid down the fire exscape smoove as a cat,
>
>and busted the window wit' a b-ball bat.
>
>I said, "Whassup, Santa? Whydya bust my place?"
>
>he said, "You best get on up out my face!"
>
>His threads was all leatha, his chains was all gold,
>
>His sneaks was Puma and they was 5 years old.
>
>He dropped down the duffle, Clippers logo on the side.
>
>Santa broke out da loot and my mouf popped open wide.
>
>A wink of his eye and a shine off his gold toof,
>
>He cabbage 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.....
>
>"WEEESST SIIIIDE!!!!!!"