Intro: Bad A$$
 Is that the black Santa Claus? (Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!) 
 I want a Super Nintendo ... yeah, Sega Genesis, yeah, 
 Street Fighter 2, all these games... 
 [Mommy! Is that the black Santa Claus? 
 That is the black Santa Claus! Mommee! Mommee! Mommee!]

 Verse 1: Dat [bad word] Daz
 It's 12.30 AM, Christmas Eve
 I'm out with the gangstas and thieves
 Celebratin', postin' up with eggnog [head up up] in my cup
 [bad word] and Moses] lil' bang-bangin' and coastin'
 Down the block but be careful for the heart, because it's posted'
 Some stay to this day that Christmas ain't nothing but another day
 But, out of respect, I gotta give the Lord his day
 Tell me, tell me, where do the homies and bums got to sleep? {Nowhere}
 Where do hungry and the needy-greedy's got to eat? {But who cares?}
 Life is so [bad word] and cold, [it's worse] for the children
 In this world they hopes and dreams can't afford
 The young and old churches and spiritual dreams, seasonal things
 Heard throughout the ghetto reaches gangstas and dope-fiends, huh
 'Cause those who ain't able get it now can finally get it
 ‘Cause the ghetto Santa Claus has sprinkled the hood and now we ballin'
 Livin' to a new year of better thangs 
 Celebrate it with some Champagne, ha ha, check it ...

 [bad word]  Nate Dogg
 Santa Claus ... [bad word] straight to the ghetto ...

 Bridge: Snoop Doggy Dogg
 Now on the first day of Christmas, my homeboy gave to me
 sack of the krazy glue and told me to smoke it up slowly
 Now on the second day of Christmas, my homeboy gave to me
 fifth of Hendog and told me to take my mind off that weed
 Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
 whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but game to me

 Verse 2: Bad A$$
 Back then, you woke up to the sound of “I Saw Mama Kissing Santa”
 Made you remenisce on the old fashion Christmas days
 Gifts, miss a fat man jolly with joy
 Down ya chimney with toys for lil' girls and boys
 Pumped up, I jumped up before the sun peeped in
 And hoped to catch a Santa Claus creepin' down my hall
 Ran to the window, put my eyes to the sky
 To see if I could see the sleigh that parlayed and pushed a fat guy
 I sigh, ain't no sign, but everything under this tree in my house is mine
 My bike, that, and this plastic nine'll do fine till next [bad word]  I try to see the same thing, they got us brain washed dumb
 And when you find, it ain't no Santa, Christmas still mean a lot
 'Cause it's the time to get together and give all you got
 You got food, good moods, and what's better than together with your people
 When wishers give a toast by the tree, it's Merry Christmas

 [bad word] 

 Verse 3: Snoop Doggy Dogg (starts during [bad word] 
 (Don't get too close because you might get shot ...
 [bad word] to the ghetto ...)
 Santa Claus on the ceiling, Jack Frost chillin'
 Pinch the Grinch for being a holiday villain
 Season's greetings, all the proceedings
 Are brought to you by the church house where we'll be eatin'
 Chestnuts roastin' on an open fire
 Singin' my jingle, where is Kris Kringle
 I didn't pop, I ain't even shouted
 I even stayed in the house, where the homies tried to sneak me out
 And all I want for Christmas is my 6-4 Chevrolet
 And a granddaughter for her grandmother Beverly
 Ain't that somethin'? Nah, ain't that nothin'
 How it's Christmas time and my rhyme's steady bumpin'
 Everybody happy, hair still nappy
 Gonna steal a gift for my old grandpappy
 Catch me giving out turkeys at the church-house
 Don't try to work me, just stand in the line and everything gon' be fine
 Holla at ya folks, boy, it's goin' down
 Ain'