This year Your boy went all out
Let me sit down and tell you what um talkin about
Now what's sumthin you can imagine
So I dun have ta explain
Oh just picture the North Pole
relaxin in my chain and my gurl
she's bad, so bad, whoa!
Havin a gurl like Boog's gonna become the new fad
When you're walkin to my house
You're gonna be given a map
Cuz if you turn the wrong corner, you won't find your way bakk
But um sleepy now So, I'm gone off the track
Bye, goodight! Holla
Santa hooked me up this year
Santa hooked me up this year
Santa hooked me up this year
So let me tell you what I got fo Christmas this yea
Santa hooked me up with a Bentley 4-door
Now a 100-million-dolla G4
Santa wuz generous
Gave me a gang of money
More ice than the North Pole
More karatz than Bugz Bunny
This year forget the socks abd the Christmas tree
I got a Benz 1200
Ain't even hit the streetz
I got a 3-way pager
and a matching set
Got an iced-out chain
That put a crick in my neck
This year was too sick
Santa Claus got me that 6
with that doubled out kit
Too clean, fresh white, gangsta lean
You kno how I do, when I get on the scene
Santa Claus, "SC" is what I call his name
He give me too much I think Santa got crazy
But anywayz, thank you for all the giftz
I left them hot cookiez, but just dun forget it
Now Christmas is my favorite time of year
I got red forces with red Polo gear
Red Chanel ski hat, plus a Cadillac
With diamond in the bakk
Sittin on the scene with shiny gold D's
OOOOOH
Ice crush soda can
Chrome on the left hand
and a walkman-you got a walkman
When I get all this
Man I thought it wuz great!
But I wuz bad this year
so Santa made a mistake