Christmas On Death Row

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