Krediler
PERFORMING ARTISTS
10 K.A.N.S.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay "Ski" McGowan of Da S.W.A.T. Team
Songwriter
Larry Blackmon
Songwriter
Mike Phillips
Songwriter
Thomas Jenkins
Songwriter
Thrill Da Playa of Da S.W.A.T. Team
Songwriter
Jay Ski McGowan
Lyrics
Thrill da Playa
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Reem
Co-Producer
Rob
Co-Producer
Craig Kallman
Executive Producer
Jay Ski McGowan
Executive Producer
Rick Essig
Mastering Engineer
Joe Smith
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucker
Mixing Engineer
Thrill da Playa
Producer
Rob Moran
Producer
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It's Christmas day, I woke up to the smell of some yams
Along with some turkey and ham, damn
It's 1 o'clock and I got to get on up and hit the first hip spot
Slot some present beneath the lil' vines
I live so closely, too fine with divine
Nah, as I see for 30 to four
Puttin' Saint Nick down to ho ho ho
It grows, my family tree, I've been good
Sittin' reminiscing 'bout the way that it would
Bulls dawg hate, Satan spite, na
Flexin' in my gram and put it down for my dawg, thug
Sea side, when I'm going on my day
Who's here, we're gonna give this some here to the reindeer gang
Like rain, I'm making it wet when I fall
Come dance and come prance and come pop at the mall
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
A fat dub sack that be all so right
And the bars are switchin' so we can take flight
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
Three heads flexin' in the '84
These are the ones that caught the 30s and fours
Red nose like Rudolph is how I feel
When it be spiking the eggnog with Strawberry Hill
Still it's booms and real soon
I have my three awful honey dips off in my room
Boom, my pager blows up like the spot
Creep to the two-room suite Marriott
I got the J Ro J awful nice
Not a creature was stirring, not even the mice
And the spice from sweet potato pie got me warm
I smell tranquil in the breeze, now it's on till dawn
When the whistle blows, when they enter the center
Center beneath mistletoe, this will go
With the rainbow, it's my tree
Players hatin' the Dayton's on my '63
And it beats like that, fire up one more spliff
December 25th and I won't give up
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
A plate full of chitlins and black-eyed peas
And candy paint greens sittin' on these
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
A bunch of cute girlies to chill with me
In the backseat of my '63
Hey dawg, what you got, hey
Hey dawg, what you got, hey
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
Roll around town on 430s and cuts
Waiting for dynasty girls shake their butts, strut
Like that cat that be on like this hill
Spanking them down until happy new year
Clear it be this way 'cause they know not the truth
Sense to be crisp but they let us not loose
Dukes be all yanked up in brown bottom rounds
Scooping 'em up like ice cream, hittin' 'em down
To the crib to scratch up some grub
With ham hocks and collards, my mom shows me love
Does this mean my holiday day is gon' end
Hell, get on the cell to summin' up friends
Then bend the corner and they teeth for shelves
Spending my game while listening to Jingle Bells
At a Quad City Christmas for all of my friends
One more gift, another year be on end, uh
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
A plate full of chitlins and black-eyed peas
And candy paint greens sittin' on these
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
A fat dub sack that be all so right
And the bars are switchin' so we can take flight
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
A bunch of cute girlies to chill with me
In the backseat of my '63, uh
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
Three heads flexin' in the '84
These are the ones that caught the 30s and fours
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
A plate full of chitlins and black-eyed peas
And candy paint greens sittin' on these
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
A fat dub sack that be all so right
And the bars are switchin' so we can take flight
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
A bunch of cute girlies to chill with me
In the backseat of my '63, uh
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
Three heads flexin' in the '84
These are the ones that caught the 30s and fours
Hey dawg, what you got for Christmas?
Written by: Jay "Ski" McGowan of Da S.W.A.T. Team, Larry Blackmon, Mike Phillips, Thomas Jenkins, Thrill Da Playa of Da S.W.A.T. Team

