Ain't No Santa (Explicit)

Ain't No Santa - Trick Daddy
Turn it up because I have something to say ya'll
Ya'll pay attention ova there representing page county
You know what I'm saying
Everybody doing songs talking about what they got
And they jewelry and they cars
I'm gonna talk about something else we never had sh*t we real
And there damn sure ain't no Santa clause because if it was
Like Santa we would be having a thanksgiving dinner
While ya'll was dreaming of a white Christmas
I was out chillen wit my niggas out spilling trying to make a living
And if I robbed for a million
I just hope god would forgive me after I spent it on his children
See I was born in the struggle
89 stepdaddy's me and my mother and ten others
Let's see that's three sisters and 7 brothers
All we had was each other and or daddy because I love him
I never seen a flying reindeer
So if Rudolph called dog ya'll just tell him I ain't here
And I ain't the Grinch who like to steal Christmas
But if you pay attention you'll learn a lesson just listen
See I believe dat the children know our future
But if you don't raise them right they'll grow up and shoot cha
Ya'll best believe that all these lies you know what I'm saying
Fibb's and all des story's be like history
One month out the year you know
All dat walking martin Luther king did
And they only gave him justice one time
You tried to frame OJ and beat the sh*t out of Rodney king hell
I was born amongst racism
That's why the police hate me and I can see it in their faces
Yeah they wanna give ni**a cases
And they wanna see me in jail hell they can't wait to take me
Wanna hog tie me and take my bar
Take me off around Christmas cracker don't make me run
If you know the moral to the words of this song
What about the words of Rodney king can't we all get along
Huh cause niggas just when I nervous back
Matter fact saying those ova there where them terrorist
And they ain't coming back
Til bin laden and all those fighters are found dead
Shot up in the mountains of al qeda
I'd kill all dem motherf**kers every last one of them
All them son of a b**ches
All them funny names motherf**kers disrespecting my country and my people
I wish ya'll would get yo f**k a** out of my face
Free at last my a** Mr. President you ain't even press me
You ain't even get them to justice yet you better go get 'em
Mr. President tell me why my people doing bad
Some blacks wit no dads doing bad shooting bad
And fo sho getting a limo got a wardrobe
And I'm stuck wearing dis niggas clothes
Hell I go to school and dem teachers straight dog me
I try to learn but my brain just won't
I'm not dumb but mad and sad which I should be
You tried framing me
I'm forced to live wit out a job or work at mcd's
Or I could rob circuit city and get 5 or 3
Slang a 'caine its nothing but I'm scared to of tab
And if you think I'm gonna change you can kiss my a**
I just wanna say use that enough for personal use
Only personal use only
No capital a finces no way forst degree misdemeanors haha
And there damn sure ain't no Santa clause haha
And there sure ain't no Santa clause you snitching b**ches
I'm gonna smoke one on ya