Thrusty Justy and the Gang     |   home                                                    Homey J's Phat Christmas Story Justin's Christmas Story Twas da night befo' Christmas yo, and all in da hood, not a hommie was stirrin' cuz it was all good. Da tube socks was hung on da window sill, and we all had smiles up on our grill. Joey and Lance was snug in da crib, in da back bedroom, cuz dat's how we live. My hunnie in her do-rag and me wit my nine, had just gotten busy cuz dis hunnie be fine. All of a sudden a lowrida ro'd by, Bumpin' phat beats yo cuz da system be fly. I bounced tooz da window at a quarta pas' 'bout ready to bust a cap on somebodies ass! I yelled to me hunnie, "Yo bitch, peep dis'!" She said, "Stop frontin' and mind yo damn skippy bidness!" So I said, "for real doe, come check dis' shiyet out." We wasn't even buggin', no worries, no doubt. Cuz bumpin' and thumpin' from 'round da way Was ma hommie g Santa, 8 reindeer, and a funkadelic fly sleigh. Da beats was kickin', da ride was phat, I said, "Yo red dawg, you is all dat!" He threw up a sign and hollad to his boyz, "Ay, yo, give it up, let's make some noise!" To da top of da projects and across doe strip mall, "We gots go go, you know, I got a booty call!" He puled up his ride to da top of da roof, and sippin' on a 40 he busted a move. I hollad to da hommie, "Jo ain't got no snack!" He said, "Damn hommie, deeze projects is wack! But, don't worry cuh, cuz I gotz da skillz, I learned back when I hadda pay billz." Out from his bag he pulled tree small tings, a credit card, a knife, and pin. He slid down da fire 'scape smoove like a cat, and busted da winda wida baseball bat. I said, "Wassup witdat Santa? Whydya bust up my place?" he said, "you best be gettin' up outta my face!" His threads was all leatha', his chains was all gold, his sneaks was Puma and they was 5 yeeze old. He dropped down da duffle, Clippas logo on da side. Santa broke out da loot an' my mouf popped opened wide. Wit a wink of his eye and a shine of his gold toof, He cabbage patched back up onto da roof. He jumped in his hooptie wit rims made of chrome, To tap dat booty waitin' at home And all I be hearin' as he cruised outa site, was a loud homie g holla, "WEST SIIIIIIIDE!!!!!!" - I didn't write this.  I got it off of a different site, but i forgot which one.  So if it's yours, e-mail me and I'll take it off (:-() if you want me to, or i'll give you credit.