What's up with that? Here's the link...there's a short commercial first.
http://www.superdeluxe.com/sd/contentDetail.do?id=D81F2344BF5AC7BBA52B98861E3AD7EB1798026E87579DE4
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another one for next year................
The Night Afo' Crizzmus
Wus da night afo' Crizzmus, and all thru da hood,
> everybody be sleepin' and dey be sleepin' damned good.
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> We hunged up our stockins, an hoped like all heck,
> dat dear ole Santy Claws, gunna brang us our check.
>
>
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> All of da family, was ly'in on the flow,
> my sister wif her gurlfriend, and my brother wif some ho.
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>
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> I dun passed out on da flow too, right next to my baby's maw,
> when I heared such a fuss, I thunk....'Sh'eet, it must be da law'.
>
>
>
> I looked out thru da bars, to see what I'ze could see,
> I was spectin' the sherrif, wif a warrent fo' me.
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> But what did I see, made me say, 'Laaawd look at dat'.
> dere was a huge watermelon, pulled by 8 big ass rats.
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> Now over all of da years, Santy Claws he be white,
> but it looks like us brotha's, got a black Santy tonight.
>
>
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> Faster than a poe'lice car, my homeboy he came,
> and whupped up on dem rats, as he called dem by name.
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> On Leroy, On Jerome, On Virgil, On Willy,
> On Yolanda, On Crayola, On Kiesha, and Nefilly.
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>
> Ol' Santy landed dat melon, right there in da street,
> I knowed it fo' sho', da damnest thing I ever seed.
>
>
> Dat black Santy didn't go down no chimney, he picked da lock on my doe,
> an I sez to myself, 'Sh'eet...he don dis befoe.
>
>
>
> He had a big bag, full of presents I spect,
> wif Air Jordans and fake gold, to wear roun my neck.
>
>
>
> But he left me no presents, just started stealin my shit.
> He got my guns and my crack, and my new burglers kit.
>
>
>
> Den, wif my shit in his bag, out da windoe he flew,
> I sho' woulda chased him, be he snagged my knife too.
>
>
>
> He jumped back on dat melon, wif out even a hitch,
> and waz gone in two seconds, dat son of a bitch.
>
>
>
> So nex year I be hopin', a white Santy we git,
> 'cause a black Santy Claws, just ain't worf a shit !!!!
>
>
>
> Mary Crizzmus to All !!!
The Night Afo' Crizzmus
Wus da night afo' Crizzmus, and all thru da hood,
> everybody be sleepin' and dey be sleepin' damned good.
>
>
>
> We hunged up our stockins, an hoped like all heck,
> dat dear ole Santy Claws, gunna brang us our check.
>
>
>
> All of da family, was ly'in on the flow,
> my sister wif her gurlfriend, and my brother wif some ho.
>
>
>
> I dun passed out on da flow too, right next to my baby's maw,
> when I heared such a fuss, I thunk....'Sh'eet, it must be da law'.
>
>
>
> I looked out thru da bars, to see what I'ze could see,
> I was spectin' the sherrif, wif a warrent fo' me.
>
>
>
> But what did I see, made me say, 'Laaawd look at dat'.
> dere was a huge watermelon, pulled by 8 big ass rats.
>
>
>
> Now over all of da years, Santy Claws he be white,
> but it looks like us brotha's, got a black Santy tonight.
>
>
>
> Faster than a poe'lice car, my homeboy he came,
> and whupped up on dem rats, as he called dem by name.
>
>
>
> On Leroy, On Jerome, On Virgil, On Willy,
> On Yolanda, On Crayola, On Kiesha, and Nefilly.
>
>
>
> Ol' Santy landed dat melon, right there in da street,
> I knowed it fo' sho', da damnest thing I ever seed.
>
>
> Dat black Santy didn't go down no chimney, he picked da lock on my doe,
> an I sez to myself, 'Sh'eet...he don dis befoe.
>
>
>
> He had a big bag, full of presents I spect,
> wif Air Jordans and fake gold, to wear roun my neck.
>
>
>
> But he left me no presents, just started stealin my shit.
> He got my guns and my crack, and my new burglers kit.
>
>
>
> Den, wif my shit in his bag, out da windoe he flew,
> I sho' woulda chased him, be he snagged my knife too.
>
>
>
> He jumped back on dat melon, wif out even a hitch,
> and waz gone in two seconds, dat son of a bitch.
>
>
>
> So nex year I be hopin', a white Santy we git,
> 'cause a black Santy Claws, just ain't worf a shit !!!!
>
>
>
> Mary Crizzmus to All !!!
