> Ebonics 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.
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> All of a sudden a lowrider rolled by,
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> Bumpin' phat beats cuz the system be fly.
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> I bounced to the window at a quarter pas'
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> '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,
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> "Ay yo, give it up, let's make some noise!"
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> To the top of the projects & across the strip mall,
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> We gots ta go, I got a booty call!"
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> 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
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> I learnt back when I hadda pay da billz."
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> 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.
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> And all I heard as he cruised outta sight,
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> was a loud and hearty.....
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> "WEEESST SIIIIDE!!!!!!!"