Tis wuz da night befoe xmas and all through da ghetto,
nutin wuz funny not even Jay leno.
Dis x-mas I had no plans,
so me and my niggas hung out at Rosecrans.
Cars were goin by,
hoochies wuz fly,
den we saw dis one funny guy.
He rolled up in 63,
I yelled Oh G!
He said dont trip homie.
he wuz all dresed in red he wuznt no crip,
I yelled dats Santa Claus dont even trip.
santa wuz looken steer,
wit his fly gear,
I said what up dawg?
I thought u was Queer/
We laughed again pull

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