To: SJS who wrote (3952 ) 11/21/1997 10:27:00 PM From: BenYeung Respond to of 62558
A Christmas must 4 everybod' dat s dawng > --------------- > EBONICS X-MAS > --------------- > > 'Twas da night befo' Christmas & 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 girlfriend 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 ass! > well anyway.... > > I yelled to my lady, Yo peep this! > She said, Stop frontin' & just mind yo' bidness. > I said, for real doe, 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 & 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 whack! > 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 a bobby pin. > He slid down the fire exscape smoove as a cat, > and busted the window wit' a b-ball bat. > > I said, "Wassup, Santa? Whydya bust my place?" > he said,"You best get on up out of my face!" > His threads was all leatha, his chains was all gold, > His sneaks was Puma and they was 5 years old. > > He dropped down the duffle, Clippers logo on the side. > 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 wit' rims made of chrome, > To tap that booty waitin' at home. > > And all I heard as he cruised outta sight, > was a loud and hearty..... > "WEEESST SIIIIDE!!!!!!!"