Christmas in the Hood


 Twas da night befo' Christmas and all in the hood
 Not a homie was stirring 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 girlfriends is fine
 All of a sudden a lowrider rolled by
 Bumpin phat beats cuz the system's fly
 I bounced to the window at a quarter pas'
 Bout ready to pop a cap in somebody's a**!
 I yelled to my lady, Yo peep this!
 She said, Stop frontin just mind yo' bidness
 I said, for real do, 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 and 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 some bobby pins
 He slid down da fire escape smoove as a cat
 and busted the wnidow with a b-ball bat
 I said, "Whassup, Santa?  Whydya bust my place?"
 he said , "Ya best get on up outta my face!"
 his threads was all leatha, his chains was all gold
 His sneaks was Puma and they was 5 years old
 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 with rims made of chrome
 to tap that booty waitin at home
 and all I heard as he cruised outta sight
 was...
"Youz homies is phat, have's a good night!"