'Twas The Night Before Christmas
(Ebonics Version)
Wuz da nite befo Crimmus
An' all ower de hood;
Ereybody wuz' sleepin';
Dey wuz sleepin' good.
We hunged up our stockings
An hoped like de' heck
Dat ol' Sanna Claws
Be bringin' ar check.
All o' de fambly
Wuz layin in de beds,
Whilst Ripple and Thunderbird
Dance tru' dey heads.
I passed out inna' flo
Right nex to my Maw;
When I herd sech a fuss,
I thunk, "It mus be da Law!"
I looked out thru da bars
What covered my do',
'Spectin da sheriff
Wif a warrent fo' sho.
And what did I see,
I said, "Lawd, look at dat!"
They was a huge watta' melon,
Pulled by giant warf rats!
Now ober all de years
Sanna Claws, he be white;
But looks liken us bros
Gets a black Sanna dis nite.
Faster dan a po'lees car,
My homeboy he came;
He wupped on dem warf rats,
An' called dem by name!
"On Leroy, on 'Lonzo,
And on Willie Lee,
On Sapphire, on Chenequa,"
Dey wuz a site to see!
As he landed dat watta'mellon
Out der in da skreet,
I knowed it was fo' sho'
Da damdest site I ebber did see.
He didn't go down no chimbley,
He picked da' lock on my do';
An' I sez to mysef,
"Shit! He done dis befo'!"
He had dis big bag,
Full of presents I 'spect;
Wid Air Jordans and fake gold
To wear roun' my neck.
But he left no good prezents,
Jus' started steelin' my shit;
Got my drugs, got my guns,
Even got my burglar's kit!
Wit my stuff in da bag,
Out da winda he flewed;
I woudda' tried to catched him,
But he stoled my 'nife too!
He jumped on dat wadda'mellon,
An' wipped out a switch;
He wuz gone in a seccon',
Dat son of a bitch!
Next year I be hopin'
Anutha Sanna we git,
'Cuz diz here Sanna Claws
Jus' ain't werf a shit!
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