| Ooh, it’s Christmas again, girl
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| Ooh, child, it’s Christmas again, girl, the best time of the year
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| Ooh, child
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| Ooh, it’s a little chilly
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| You cold? |
| I’m cold, girl
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| Did you get the weed?
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| Bitch, where is the weed, Miss Thing, girl? |
| (Ooh, that’s strong)
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| Where is the tree?
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| Oh, Christmas trees, oh, Christmas trees
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| I break you down and grind it
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| Oh, Christmas trees, oh, Christmas trees
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| I roll you up and light it
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| I hope you brought the lighter
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| Girl, oh my god
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| Oh, you brought it
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| Did I ever tell you that time?
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| No, you didn’t tell me
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| 'Bout with me and Santa, we got high, bitch
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| What happened?
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| Did I ever tell you that?
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| Tell me everything, girl
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| I had the midnight munchies so I went downstairs
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| I went for Santa’s cookies that I had left there
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| I baked these special, they were handled with care
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| I hope that Santa like 'em and I wanted to share
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| But my munchies were so strong, next thing I knew they were gone
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| I looked at my plate, there were nothing but crumbs
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| I heard a loud noise, it was coming from my chimney
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| Is it really Santa or is someone out to get me?
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| And what to my bloodshot eyes would appear
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| Santa in my house grinning ear to ear
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| He so happy
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| Girl, tell me was he Black, bitch?
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| Yes, Miss Thing, he was black, blacker than ever
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| Holy shit, I ate your cookies but I rolled us a blunt
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| We can spark it in the sleigh or at the crib if you want
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| I got goodies, I got swishers, I got papers, I got raws
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| Let me grab a lighter, no, I won’t tell Ms. Claus
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| He said, «Ho, ho, ho
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| Let’s get high, high, high»
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| We get on the sleigh to take a ride (You ready?)
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| He pulled out his whip as I lit the blunt
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| He say «Dancer,» he say «Prancer
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| Y’all can do what you want
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| Rudy, lead the troops 'cause we gon' cruise for a while»
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| Then he turned to me like, «Pass the weed, my child»
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| He hit the shit so hard then he started to choke
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| I said, «Santa, take it easy, we got plenty of smoke
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| I got indica, sativa and even moon rocks (What you smoke?)
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| Santa, let me take you to my favorite spot»
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| Where you gonna take him?
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| Girl, where did you take him?
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| Bitch, please tell me where you took Santa
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| Ooh, I heard his stomach growling, girl
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| Now we swerving through the hood, we done smoked ten blunts
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| I heard his belly growling, I say, «Santa, what you want?»
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| He said, «Ho, ho, ho, I’m so high, high, high
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| It really don’t matter, just wanna get by»
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| I’ma take you to some food 'cause I know it’s finger lickin'
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| We went to Manchu, we got the five minute chicken
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| He said, «Son, this food is off the chain (So good)
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| I can’t wait 'til we smoke again»
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| Then we rolled, then we choked, then we smoke some mo'
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| I say, «Santa, are you high?», he say, «You already know»
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| Then I laughed and I laughed, I say, «Santa, stop playing»
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| But next Christmas Eve you know where I’m staying
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| I got the weed, I got the trees
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| I’ll see you next year, Santa (See you later)
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| I got the weed, whatever you need
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| I got so high with Santa
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| Girl, he was, I was like, ho, ho, ho
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| When I tell you I was high, high, high
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| Girl, I didn’t wanna tell Santa bye, bye, bye
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| Girl, this was the best night of my life
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| Bitch, I was smoking with Santa
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| That was legendary, bitch
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| Oh, Christmas weed, oh, Christmas weed
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| I wanna smoke and light it
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| Oh, Christmas weed, oh, Christmas weed
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| I wanna smoke and light it
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| Oh, where’s the weed? |
| We got the weed
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| We roll it up and light it
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| Oh, where’s the weed? |
| We got the weed
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| We roll it up and light it |