Lyrics:
talking trash
Said I am the Naughty Santa by the way of the South Pole
And I'm here to love ya and soothe your simmering soul
He said I brought you
well I think I should let you know
That she wouldn't be your girl if you'd unlock her phone
Make you think of ending it with your own damn chrome
I've
I need us to last forever baby
Through any weather baby
Haters try to break us up
But we in this together baby
Always be right by your side
Never
laugh at yer look
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need something
billion dollars
Have you heard
That President Bush, Santa Claus and Green Goblin
Sadam Hussein, Spiderman and Bin Laden
Britney Spears, Jesus
All alone I anticipate the first fresh blade of green
The young hydrangea blue, in bloom
Pink rhododendron too will all be gone by June
But now that
the tooth fairy
And what's a child without the hope of seeing Santa Claus
We can make an exception for little white lies
But I swear that I'm through with all
To get you by
Just look around
You don't need no Santa Claus
You don't need to make things up
But if there's something more than this
I'll get you
was perfect
Took a picture from my wallet
And never would have saw it
No, I don't wanna hear it from Miss Claus
Since a baby maybe I could be
you
Take it easy with your cryin'
And be careful one and all
'Cause its almost time for Santa Claus
And the Christmas Cannonball
close your eyes, say I BELIEVE, and she’ll be back next Christmas day
Is that Santa Claus at the wheel now who could say
A mighty sailing ship or was
this shit up (Uh huh)
Back at the front door of my house
This kid wants a Santa Claus (Ho Ho Horny)
I put on a beard, going to kidnap him dear (What
rather be safe than killed
(bando beej)
They like how the f*ck you a demon but you rockin christian dior
I got a big bag like im santa claus i pull up wit
Claus
Santa do you know E-40?
Bet you that nigga say "That's my homey!"
We used to perv grind curb trip to my grandma
Kahlua milk and brandy almost
(Did somebody say, Just Eat?)
Somebody just did
The D-O double G be feelin' festive
Got Santa and his elves
Working 'round the clock
Holidays are
Christmas
I wanna fill your stocking with my Candy cane of joy
We'll have a very merry Motherfuckin' Christmas
I'll drive the love train
Down Santa Claus lane
brought in a guy named 'Grudge'.
When I heard what they booked him on, my blood ran cold.
It was a 4096325- 096704: not believing in Santa Claus.
4:35
See I be rocking truey and my belt by Louie
I hope that ain't your girl cause I know you seen her choosin'
See I be rocking truey and my belt by
Your warm sheets, my Ms. Santa Claus
There's the subdivision
That my nana lives in, where
Christmas lives in basement boxes and
90s sitcom television
She said!
She wanna follow Santa Claus oh
Santa Claus oh yeah
She say because her name is
Santa moni,Santa monica
She said!
She’s looking for
on your roof
Put on your longest trousers, roll up your trendy jeans
Santa's been in his workshop making toys by any means
Magic flying horses, his little
cover up your head
Don't you lock the doors
You know that sweet Santa Claus is on the way
Well I wish it could be Christmas everyday
When the kids
this over hippin the hop bullshit gon' stop
It beez Keith not Bill, Murray not Sweat
Your politics be politically incorrect
We keep it hot like sauce,
be throwed up
But still Andre got action they Sweat like Keith all on my teeth
I take it upon myself to handle mine thinkin' that you
Got's
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