Twas tha night befo' Christmas - GoFuckYourself.com

xanx · 12-10-2003, 01:02 PM

an oldie but a goodie

Twas tha night befo' Christmas 'n all through tha hood
Not a homie was stirrin' cuz' it was all good
Tha tube sock was hung on tha window sill
And we all had smiles up on our grill
Mookie 'n BeBe was sung in they crib
In tha back bedroom, cuz' that's how we live
And Momz in her do-rag 'n me wit' my nine
Had jus' gotten busy, cuz' my girlfriend be fine

All of a sudden a lowrider rolled by
Bumpin' phat beats cuz' tha system be fly
I bounced to tha window at a quarter pas'
'Bout ready to pop a cap in somebodys ass!
I yelled to my lady, "Yo! Peep this!"
She said, "Stop frontin' 'n jus' mind yo' buisness"
I said, "fo' real tho.. Come check this out"
We weren't even buggin', no worries, no doubt
Cuz' bumpin' 'n thumpin' from around tha way
Was Santa, 8 reindeer, 'n a sleigh
Tha beats was kickin', tha ride was phat
I said, "Yo Red Dawg! You all that!"

He threw up a sign 'n yelled to his boyz
"Ay yo! Give it up! Let's make some noise!!"
To tha top of tha projects 'n across tha strip mall
"We gotts ta go.. I gotts a booty call!"
He pulled up his ride on tha top of tha roof,
And sippin' on a 40, he busted a move
I yelled up to Santa, "Yo ain't gott no stack!"
He said, "Damn homie.. These projects is wack,
But don't worry black, cuz' I gotts tha skills,
I learn that back when I hadd'a pay tha billz!"
Out from his bad, he pulled 3 small things
A credit card, a knife, and a bobby pin
He slid down tha fire exscape, smooth as a cat,
And busted tha window wit' a base-ball bat

I said, "Whu'sup Santa!? Why you bust my place?!"
He said, "You best get on up out my face!"
His threads was all leather, his chains was all gold
His sneaks was Puma 'n they was 5 years old
He dropped down tha duffle, Clippers logo on tha side
Santa broke out tha loot 'n my mouf' popped open wide
A wink of his eye and a shrine off his gold tooth
He cabbage patched his way back on tha 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 'n hearty.. "WESSST SIIIDE!!"

12-10-2003, 01:02 PM	#1
xanx Confirmed User Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Orlando, FL Posts: 3,711	Twas tha night befo' Christmas an oldie but a goodie Twas tha night befo' Christmas 'n all through tha hood Not a homie was stirrin' cuz' it was all good Tha tube sock was hung on tha window sill And we all had smiles up on our grill Mookie 'n BeBe was sung in they crib In tha back bedroom, cuz' that's how we live And Momz in her do-rag 'n me wit' my nine Had jus' gotten busy, cuz' my girlfriend be fine All of a sudden a lowrider rolled by Bumpin' phat beats cuz' tha system be fly I bounced to tha window at a quarter pas' 'Bout ready to pop a cap in somebodys ass! I yelled to my lady, "Yo! Peep this!" She said, "Stop frontin' 'n jus' mind yo' buisness" I said, "fo' real tho.. Come check this out" We weren't even buggin', no worries, no doubt Cuz' bumpin' 'n thumpin' from around tha way Was Santa, 8 reindeer, 'n a sleigh Tha beats was kickin', tha ride was phat I said, "Yo Red Dawg! You all that!" He threw up a sign 'n yelled to his boyz "Ay yo! Give it up! Let's make some noise!!" To tha top of tha projects 'n across tha strip mall "We gotts ta go.. I gotts a booty call!" He pulled up his ride on tha top of tha roof, And sippin' on a 40, he busted a move I yelled up to Santa, "Yo ain't gott no stack!" He said, "Damn homie.. These projects is wack, But don't worry black, cuz' I gotts tha skills, I learn that back when I hadd'a pay tha billz!" Out from his bad, he pulled 3 small things A credit card, a knife, and a bobby pin He slid down tha fire exscape, smooth as a cat, And busted tha window wit' a base-ball bat I said, "Whu'sup Santa!? Why you bust my place?!" He said, "You best get on up out my face!" His threads was all leather, his chains was all gold His sneaks was Puma 'n they was 5 years old He dropped down tha duffle, Clippers logo on tha side Santa broke out tha loot 'n my mouf' popped open wide A wink of his eye and a shrine off his gold tooth He cabbage patched his way back on tha 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 'n hearty.. "WESSST SIIIDE!!"