Christmas In Every Ghetto House

twas the night befo Christmas and in every ghetto house

Every creature was stirrin, even the mouse

No stockins were hung cuz nobody cared

None of us thought St.Nick would come there

The chilrens kept playin and never went to bed

Their parents weren't home,it was never even said

Mammas out wit home girls tryin' to get tapped

Dads with a friend but said, he's takin' a nap

Out on the lawn there arose such a clatter

I sprang to the window see wats the matter
twas the neighboirs fighting and hurlin 'round beer
one only hoped St. nick would be near

then the fat lady with all her eight kids

ran outside screamin "don take my ribs!

now get inside Billy,Lilly,Bobby,Robby,

Keisha,Shantel,Francine &Joe"

we all prayin she don't have no mo 

Then on the sidewalk I saw a long ladder

So I climbed to the top to see whats the matter

I ran up dat ladder like I was the flash

Then a little man said "Hey!fork over the cash!"

The moon made the glitter look like it was snow

I got off of da ladder to look down below

den what to my eyes I swear did appear?

Da Homies on a sleigh with eight reindeer

It had a fine ass driver that was pretty&thick

P-H-A-T fat but it wasn't St. Nick
More rapid the sounds, the boom really came
Wit her finger pointin she screamed out my name

To the roof she flew she nearly blasted the wall

 she said, "Christmas to me means havin a ball!"

I looked around my clothes became  fly

I got my eagle on, I didn't have to try

I turned again to see what I could do

The music was pumpin' so I got crunk too

We had a house party right there on the roof

Just having a ball without any loot

The girl I was with had junk in her trunk

A little small waist and chest like her romp

Christmas with Santa is only a tale

But Christmas in the ghetto always prevails