Heavyweights Round 4 (feat. Ngafish, Self Jupiter, Kbar, Trensetta, Riddlore, BUSDRIVER, Ko Ko, Volume 10, Aceyalone, Neb Luv, P.E.A.C.E., Ellay Khule, Medusa, Suga B & Myka 9) - Abstract Rude & Myka 9

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