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#50554
12/21/2001 9:31 PM
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Joined:  Jul 2000 Posts: 1,094 old hand |  
|   old hand Joined:  Jul 2000 Posts: 1,094 | 
Well, in honor of the recent ebonics thread, here's one that I received from a friend at college.  I hope it's not too inappropriate.   `Twas Da Night Befo` Christmas 
 Twas da night befo' Christmas and all in the hood
 Not a homie was stirring cuz it was all good
 The tube socks was hung on the window sill
 and we all had smiles all up on our grill
 
 Mookie and BeBe was snug in the crib
 in the back bedroom cuz that's how we live
 and moms in her doo-rag and me with my nine
 had just gotten busy cuz da girlfriend is fine
 
 All of a sudden a lowrider rolled by
 Bumpin phat beats cuz the system's fly
 I bounced to the window at a quarter pas'
 Bout ready to pop a cap in somebody's a**
 
 I yelled to my lady, Yo bitch peep this!
 She said, Stop frontin just mind yo' bidness
 I said, for real doe, come check dis out
 We weren't even buggin, no worries, no doubt
 
 Cuz bumpin an thumpin' from around da way
 Was Santa, 8 reindeer and a sleigh
 Da beats was kickin, da ride was phat
 I said, Yo red Dawg, you all dat!
 
 He threw up a sign and yelled to his boyz,
 "Ay yo, give it up, let's make some noise!
 To the top of the projects and across the strip mall,
 We gots ta go, I got a booty call!"
 
 He pulled up his ride on the top a da roof
 and sippin on a 40, he busted a move
 I yelled up to Santa, "Yo ain't got no stack!"
 he said, "Damn homie, deese projects is wack!
 
 But don't worry black, cuz I gots da skillz
 I learnt back when I hadda pay da billz."
 Out from his bag he pulled 3 small things
 a credit card, a knife, and a bobby pin.
 
 he slid down the fire escape smoove as a cat
 and busted the window with a b-ball bat
 I said, "Whassup, Santa? Whydya bust my place?"
 he said,"You best get all up out my face!"
 
 His threads was all leatha, his chains was all gold
 His sneaks was Puma and they was 5 years old
 He dropped down the duffle, Clippers logo on the side
 Santa broke out da loot and my mouf popped open wide.
 
 A wink of his eye and a shine off his gold toof
 He cabbage patched his way back onto the roof
 He jumped in his hooptie with rims made of chrome
 To tap that booty waitin at home
 
 and all I heard as he cruised outta sight
 was a loud and hearty.....
 "WEEESST SIIIIDE!!!!!!!"
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