(Intro)
right
sweet baby kush god

gather round children
its the night before christmas


(verse: Smoke DZA)
RIGHT
$#&@ them raindeers

im comming off dat continental V
smokey klause commin with that !@!@&& tree
only bad yellow (*##$es get the candy cane for me

jump up on my lap baby tell me what you need
the night before christmas i was all up in the house
santa workin over time while im diggin down the spouse

not a creature starin' so we did it on the couch
thinkin in my head like this whats it about
the children was nestled, snuggled up in they bed

probably havin xbox visions up in they head
her mama up in her underwear and im in my skully
she makin wild noise i know its bound to get ugly

lil' ^!$$% woke up cause he heard all the chatter
his mama was screaming, he tryin to see whats the
matter

then to the closet, i threw her the flash
he opened the door, and he saw my stash
his mama has her !@%$ out tryna be low

startin askin her questions told him he had to go
then he through his wonderin' eyes it would to appear
saw it was a rubby hangin off the chair

the lil' $#&@er was quick, certainly cleaver
started smilin' and %#@! like "it gotta be DZA"
smelled the polo colonge, den' he got brave

knew all my songs started to callin' em' by names
kushed god, 4 loko, sour hour, ya kiddin?
personal party continental kush, he has risin'

he spoke about that mirror that was on the wall
and ralf lift %#@!, said he was fresher then them all
then threw a twinkel up for I he would appear

polo undershirt, phone pauses thats rare
spoke not a word, not even a curse
walked to the chair and he picked up his shirt

sprang to the street gave his driver a whistle
flew down the ave i swear it looked like a missle
but i heard him scream, fore' he got out of sight

my fault lil' ^!$$%, marry christmas righhht