Christmas time in L.A was all about flossin'
Used to wake up early from all the turnin' and tossin'
Hit the tree, what you got man? How much is it costin'?
And how the hell Santa Clause get in this apartment?
First we gather on the block, hit a couple spots
Even show up late and I still get a plate and it's hot
A day at the swap meet coppin' a fit
And the whip, get a shower and it's straight to the Strip
Yeah I cruise by passin' slow as molasses
All I see is classics and California asses
Girl, you been naughty or nice? You wanna party tonight?
Get in the sleigh you can play what you like
Ms. Clause in the drawls and she wanna play fight
Yea say it ain't so she gift wrapped the mic
Now I'm getting all hype, yuletide cheer
Underneath the mistletoe this could go all year . ah yea

Saturday morning up yawnin', yes it's Christmas
Mom got the whole house smelling like breakfast
Grits and pancakes, bacon and cheese eggs
Temptations "Silent Night" on replay in my head
"Come Eat!" Li'l brother jumps out the bed
"Don't touch nothin up under that tree!"; is what mama said
We ate so quick tryin ta get to them gifts
Lil brother grubbed standin' up
I ate but um didn't even, uhm, taste them grits
Now lets see what's checked off on the wish list
My brutha got Connector Blocks, kinda like the first Legos
The Schwinn wit the banana seat... that bike was fuego
Can I get a "yes, yes yaw'll!" (sound of rustled paper gift opening)
Yes, yes yaw'll! I got my first turntable!!

Son God Suns, I just cut my beard off
Now everybody's like; "what happened to Santa's tatted, troubled son?"
I'm so old school I once got a J.J. from Good Times doll
Man I even got a gun... with a box of BB's on a Christmas story
The truth about Christmas. that's another story
Man, just keep it fun with the Tio's and the Tia's
And the tamales and the atole
To me Christmas is the mole and the pozole
Family members handing you money in a sobre
Just pass the egg nog, I wanna get so drunk I forget to put my leg on
Nowadays I just get socks and underwear
And a bunch of things I don't even want to wear
But it's the sentiment that truly counts
As long as you're with family who cares about your bank account.

Once upon a chilly winter evening in L.A.
Near the heart of the city all on them hip-hop ways
Enthusiasts decided to do a twist in holidays
To spontaneously burst rap files but outta play
Christmas carols with rhymes sharper than icicles
And the beat box colder than a blizzard no slight drizzle
Battled at a crowded RTD station, freestyling
Lines like jingle bells for all to see wildin'
But no single sales, commuters couldn't help but join in yellin'
Donatin' mail in my Kangol shell
The corner, Hollywood and Highland, a bus doors opens still
Carryin' festive energy, people trailin'
Passengers noddin' they heads to the funky remedy
Deck the halls, next we star in the vicinity
Banged out Little Drummer Boy, so friendly
No riders other than us and the driver giggling

Jingle, Jingle, Jingle, Christmas in L.A.
Cruising through the neighborhood in a four door Chevrolet
Jingle, Jingle, Jingle, Christmas in the 'hood
Oh what fun it is to ride from the beach to Inglewood

Jingle, Jingle, Jingle, Christmas in the sun
Cruising down the boulevard lowriding on some dubs
Jingle, Jingle, Jingle, The Good Life takes the crown
Christmas cheer for all to hear from Liemert Park to Downtown