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Wuz de night befoe Chritmas
an'all ober de flats
e'body wuz sleepin
eben de rats.
We hung up our stockins
and hope like de heck
dat ol' Sanny Claus
wuz gon' bring us our check.
All ob de fambly wuz
la'in up in de beds
while Thuderbird wine
danced in de heads.
I waked up from my sleep
I'z passed out on de flow,
an' I heered such a fuss
I thought "muss be de Law!!"
I lookt out in de street
an' said "Laed, look at dat,"
a huge wa'melon
pulled by giant wharf rats.
See, all t'rue de years
Sanny Claus he be white,
but us Bros gon' heb us
a black Sanny tonight.
Faster dan a Police car
his wharf rats dey came,
an' he whistled an' shouted
an calt dem by name.
On Leroy! On Roosevelt! On
Booger an' James Lewis,
On Spike! On Tyrone..Alfonso
an' Demerluis!
Day pulled dat wa'melon
out of da street
An' into de "Projects"
from de trash cans day eat.
He ain't go down no chimpnees
but picked de lock on de doe,
an'I says to myself,
"Shit! He done done dis befoe!!!"
He picked up my cam-uh
an' my new VCR
an' my red fuzzy dice
dat I hangs in my car...
I knew what he doin'
my stuff all be hot,
He gonna change it
fo' stuff dat wuz not!
Wit my stuff in his bag
out de win'ow he flew
I wait fo him to come back
wit my stuff dat be new.
But he ain't come back
dat son-of-a-bitch
He jumped on his wa'melon
an' pulled out a switch.
He slapped on dem rats
an' flew out a here.
He stole all my stuff
an' he drank all my beer.
Nex' year I'm hopin'
a white Sanny be it
'cause a black Sanny Claus
jus' ain't worf a shit!!!
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