( ) = Santa voice. [ ] = Squeaky kid voice. Intro: Bad A$$. Is that the black Santa Claus? (Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!). I want a Super Nintendo ... yeah Sega Genesis yeah. Street Fighter 2 all these games.... [Mommy! Is that the black Santa Claus?. That is the black Santa Claus! Mommee! Mommee! Mommee!]. Verse 1: Dat Nigga Daz. It's 12.30 AM Christmas Eve. I'm out with the gangstas and thieves. Celebratin' postin' up with eggnog [head up up] in my cup. [Put Rudolph and Moses] lil' bang-bangin' and coastin'. Down the block but be careful for the heart because it's posted'. Some stay to this day that Christmas ain't nothing but another day. But out of respect I gotta give the Lord his day. Tell me tell me where do the homies and bums got to sleep? {Nowhere}. Where do hungry and the needy-greedy's got to eat? {But who cares?}. Life is so crucial and cold [it's worse] for the children. In this world they hopes and dreams can't afford. The young and old churches and spiritual dreams seasonal things. Heard throughout the ghetto reaches gangstas and dope-fiends huh. 'Cause those who ain't able get it now can finally get it. â€˜Cause the ghetto Santa Claus has sprinkled the hood and now we ballin'. Livin' to a new year of better thangs. Celebrate it with some Champagne ha ha check it .... Chorus: Nate Dogg. Santa Claus ... is coming straight to the ghetto .... Bridge: Snoop Doggy Dogg. Now on the first day of Christmas my homeboy gave to me. A sack of the krazy glue and told me to smoke it up slowly. Now on the second day of Christmas my homeboy gave to me. A fifth of Hendog and told me to take my mind off that weed. Now by the third day of Christmas my big homeboy gave to me. A whole lot of everything and it wasn't nuthin' but game to me. Verse 2: Bad A$$. Back then you woke up to the sound of â€œI Saw Mama Kissing Santaâ€. Made you remenisce on the old fashion Christmas days. Gifts miss a fat man jolly with joy. Down ya chimney with toys for lil' girls and boys. Pumped up I jumped up before the sun peeped in. And hoped to catch a Santa Claus creepin' down my hall. Ran to the window put my eyes to the sky. To see if I could see the sleigh that parlayed and pushed a fat guy. I sigh ain't no sign but everything under this tree in my house is mine. My bike that and this plastic nine'll do fine till next year come. I try to see the same thing they got us brain washed dumb. And when you find it ain't no Santa Christmas still mean a lot. 'Cause it's the time to get together and give all you got. You got food good moods and what's better than together with your people. When wishers give a toast by the tree it's Merry Christmas. Chorus. Verse 3: Snoop Doggy Dogg (starts during chorus). (Don't get too close because you might get shot .... Welcome to the ghetto ...). Santa Claus on the ceiling Jack Frost chillin'. Pinch the Grinch for being a holiday villain. Season's greetings all the proceedings. Are brought to you by the church house where we'll be eatin'. Chestnuts roastin' on an open fire. Singin' my jingle where is Kris Kringle. I didn't pop I ain't even shouted. I even stayed in the house where the homies tried to sneak me out. And all I want for Christmas is my 6-4 Chevrolet. And a granddaughter for her grandmother Beverly. Ain't that somethin'? Nah ain't that nothin'. How it's Christmas time and my rhyme's steady bumpin'. Everybody happy hair still nappy. Gonna steal a gift for my old grandpappy. Catch me giving out turkeys at the church-house. Don't try to work me just stand in the line and everything gon' be fine. Holla at ya folks boy it's goin' down. Ain't no help from no elves just Tha Dogg Pound. And we passin' out gifts blazin' up spliffs. Christmas on the Row can you dig it? {can you dig it}. Chorus. Verse 4: Tray Deee. Christmas Eve by the leaves every 6 with the year. Girls and boys full off joy with the season cheer. Smell the sky hella pies and cakes gettin' baked. To be ate after everything gone off your plate. But wait not tonight it's straight beans and rice. On the table are we able to proceed tonight?. I wonder what the morn's bringin' so it's hard to doze off. Three 'o clock in my socks I crack the dope song. Hopin' when I open the door I'll see Santa. Now who the hell is this in this blue bandana. Messin' with the boxes that's up under the three. Look like Santa Claus been crossed to a woman to me. Now I'm comin' to see the whole picture gettin' clearer. How we have messed; I says best get nearer. Mirror mirror please it's seemed I've be deceived. And thank the same trick for the gifts I receive. So I creep back and act like I ain't even peeped it. This'll be me and Mom's private secret. Chorus till fade.