Christmas In Tha Hood Lyrics by 3LW

Christmas In Tha Hood Lyrics

    [Verse 1:]
    Guess who rolled up? Big S with the D rolled up
    Girls jockin so the G's loc up, know what, Santa ain't playin that stuff
    See, Santa steady ridin on them scrubs for Xmas
    Sleigh stay flyin on them dubbs and switches
    He's vicious, gear on point and iced out
    When Santa hit the floor ya know it's lights out
    From the West to the East up North and down South it
    Ghetto Santa Claus is bout it
    3L dub so throw ya hands up for me
    You know wassup, get yo dance on home cuz

    [Chorus:]
    We bout to get the shhhhh started
    We given you just what you wanted
    From yo block to my block, we gonna keep it hot
    It's Xmas in the hood
    Ghetto Xmas lights flickin
    Police ain't even round trippin
    From yo block to my block, we gonna make it hot
    It's Xmas in the hood

    [Break:]
    It's going down fa sho
    Ghetto Santa Claus is at the door
    I'ma get mine, you get yours
    Xmas in the ghetto yo

    [Verse 2:]
    Yo today, I gotta fat knot, in my stash box
    And from this block to that block, they be like that's hot
    Santa hit the jackpot, seen him in the rag-top
    Flossin, tossin toys at us have-nots
    3L dub and tell it best to from Dirty Jerz to L.E.S.
    You'd never guess who I seen on the dance floor up in the mix
    Santa Claus for the cause with a thousand chicks
    I'm like Nick, tell me what you gots for me, we in the hood where it's good
    Like it oughts to be, havin the time of my life too
    I gots to be back home with my peeps that's the spot for me cuz

    [Repeat Chorus]

    [Verse 3:]
    Celebrating from the West to East coastin'
    I stay posted, this is for my people on the block with toastaz
    My down home hotties hold it down you know this
    The goody goodies got no time to notice
    How we get down from my town to your town
    L.A. to the Bricks, V.A. and back down
    We clownin while we downin egg nog by the case
    50 ain't trippin today about your case
    Ain't nobody stressin turkey and dressing
    At the table with the fam thankin God for the blessings
    It's all good from the grimey to the meadow
    It ain't nothing like Xmas in the ghetto, holla back

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