Boosie BadAzz - Santa Claus of the Ghetto lyrics

[Intro] Playboy on the beat Santa to me Santa Claus ain't never really come down our chimney We had other Santa Claus Straight up They was Santa to me [Verse 1] I know a n***a out my hood, he brought everybody turkey Hustlin', hustler, he had everybody workin' Clean from head to toe when you see him up in person (Sha) He'll break you off a pack if you hungry and you thirsty (Cha) I'm talkin' Cam Ricks, Lee Lucas, Kenny Wayne (Yeah) Only thing we got from Michael Jordan was a ring A fifty dollar bill will make a kid smile bright Thank you, Mr. Dope Dealer, for what you did that night Hit a n***a with a whole brick just for lead, get on your feet This some full sh**, no ho sh**, this sh** is deep He had to whack a n***a (Whack 'em), smack a n***a (Smack 'em) That n***a weak, holidays he flood the whole street Santa Claus of the ghetto [Chorus] Santa Clause of the ghetto Please, don't go to jail, my n***a (My n***a) Santa Claus of the ghetto [Verse 2] He bought his mama a house, told her, "Merry Christmas" (Hi, mom) This n***a livin' like a boss, he bought his sister a Rolly (Woo) And a bracelet to match (Damn), told her, "Merry Christmas" (Merry Christmas) Now these n***as showin' up He put Gucci on his daughter, he put Gucci on her mama Merry Christmas, girl, 'cause you loyal and you silent Now, we talkin' diamonds, little chains for the clique (Yeah) That's all them n***as need, they ain't never had sh** Same n***a, same fit, same game, same clique Merry Christmas, n***a, dog, you home from the pen When I was a kid, I prayed that God protect Santa Keep him gettin' money, keep that n***a out the slammer Santa Claus of the ghetto [Chorus] Santa Clause of the ghetto Please, don't go to jail, my n***a (My n***a) Don't go to jail, not right now Santa Claus of the ghetto [Refrain] I know you gotta do what you do, but n***a stay out here, a n***a need you Please, don't go to jail, my n***a (My n***a) Don't go to jail, don't go to jail Check it, this for the outro [Outro] Santa I know pay bills for the old folks Santa I know give gifts to they kinfolk Santa I know will bail you out you go to jail, n***a Santa I know will cut your motherf**in' throat Feed it to the reindeer and ride with 'em everywhere Santa I know will put a n***a on This for Big U and the Crips I know they got some Crips ridin' Don't go to jail, my n***a Santa Claus of the ghetto Stay outta jail, n***a The hood needs you