Intro: [Bad A$$]
I got the black senator (Ho ho ho)
I want a Super Nintendo (Merry Christmas)
Yeah (?) yeah Street Fighter 2 all these games

Verse 1: [Daz]
It's 12.30 AM Christmas Eve
I'm out with the gangstas and thieves
Celebratin' postin' up with eggnog it'll forfill my cup
(?) all the most little gangbangin' and causin'
Not about but be careful for the heart,
because it's posin'
Some stay to day that Christmas ain't nothing but another day
But, out of respect for God,
give the Lord his day
Tell me, tell me,
where do the homies and bumps have to sleep (Nowhere)
Where do hungry and needy-greedy's got to eat
(But who cares?)
Life is so, usually cold
That's fourth for the children
In this world their hopes and dreams can't afford
(?), these little things
Heard throughout the ghetto which has gangstas and dope-fiends, huh
Cause those who ain't able get it and I could finally get it
Just the ghetto Santa Claus sprinkled hood
and now we ballin', livin' to a new year
A better thang, celebrate with some Champagne, ha ha
Check it

Chorus: [Nate Dogg]
Santa Claus, is coming straight to the ghetto

Bridge: [Snoop]
Now on the first day of Christmas my homeboy gave to me
A sack of the crazy blue-a-tone and smoke it up, floss it up
Now on the second day of Christmas my homeboy gave to me
A bit of hendog to probably take my mind off that weed
Now by the third day of Christmas my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot off everything, but it was not a gang to me

Verse 2: [Bad A$$]
Bad, can you walk up to the sound
I saw mama kissin' Santa
Made you remanis on the old fashion Christmas
They did miss a fat man jolly with joy
Down ya chimney with toys,
for little girls and boys
Pumped up, I jumped up (?)
And hope to get Santa Claus creepin' down my hall
Got to the window, put my eyes to the sky to see 'em bye,
to see the sleigh that parley and push a fat guy
I see no sign with everything under this three
And my house is mine, my bike that in (?)
And do right, to let year come
I try to see the same thing
They got us brain washed up
And when you find, it ain't no Santa,
Christmas still mean allot
Cause it's the time they get together and give all you got
You got fooled, gun loose and what's better then together
Which has people, when wishin' give a toast by the three
It's merry Christmas

Chorus: [Nate Dogg]
Verse 3:[Snoop]
Santa Clause on the senator
Jack Frost chillin'
Pitch the grich, from being a holiday villain
Season's greetings, all the proceedings
Are brought to your body, churcize we won't be eatin'
Chestnuts most sent on the open fire
Singin' my jingle, where is Chris Sprinkle
I didn't pop, nah me, Michelle
I even stayed in the house,
when the homies tried to sneak me out
And all I want for Christmas is my six-fo' Chevrolet
And the granddaughter for her grandmother Beverly
Ain't that somethin' (Nah, nah)
Ain't that nothing
How it's Christmas time and my rhyme's steady bumpin'
Everybody happy, hair's still nappy
Gonna steal a gift for my old granddaddy
Catch me giving up turkeys at the church-house
Don't try to work me,
just stay in the line and everything gon be fine
Holla at ya folks, boy's goin', stay in
Ain't no helps from no L,
just Tha Dogg Pound gang
And we, passin' out gifts, blazin' off clips
Christmas on the Row, can you dig it (can you dig it)

Chorus: [Nate Dogg]
Verse 4: [Tray Deee]
Quick to see, by release
Clearin' six with the heat
Girls and boys full off joy
With the season cheeks
Smell the sky, hell a pie
With cakes gettin' baked
To be ate after everything gone off your plate
But wait, not tonight it's straight beans and rice
On the table, are we able to proceed the nice
I wonder what the morning's bringin'
So it's hard to doze off
Three 'o clock in my socks I crack the dope song
Hopin' when I open the do', I'll see Santa,
Now who the hell is this in this blue bandana
Messin' with the boxes, hand them under the three
Look like Santa Clause bein' crossin' to a woman to me
Now I'm commin' to see, the whole picture gettin' clearer
How we have met a (?)
Mirror, mirror, please, it's seemed I've be deceased
And thank the same trick, but the gifts I receive
So I creep back, and act like I ain't even peep it
Just to be me and moms proudest secret

Chorus till fade: [Nate Dogg]

Writer : HALE, NATHANIEL / SNOOP DOGGY DOGG, . / ARNAUD, DELMER DREW / STAMPS, JAMAR A. ("BADASS") / HAYES, ISAAC / DAVIS, TRACY L. (PKA TRAY DEEE)
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.