Trick Daddy - Ain't No Santa lyrics

[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 doin songs talking about what they got And they j**elry and they cars I'm gonna talk about something else we never had sh**, we real [Trick Daddy] 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 n***as 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 thats 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 [Trick Daddy] Ya'll best beleave 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** out of Rodney King? Hell (Trick Daddy) I was born amongst racism That's why the police hate me and I can see it in their faces Yeah they wanna give n***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 n***as 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 [Trick Daddy] I'd k** all dem motherf**ers every last one of them all them son of a b**hes All them funny names motherf**ers disrespecting my country and my people I wish ya'll would get yo f** 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 [Trick Daddy] Mr. President tell me why my people doin bad Some blacks wit no dads doin bad shooting bad And fo sho getting a limo got a wardrobe And I'm stuck wearing dis n***as 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 no thing, but I'm scared to of tab And if you think I'm gonna change you can kiss my a** [Trick Daddy] 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**hes I'm gonna smoke one on ya