3lw (three Little Women) Christmas In Tha Hood Lyrics

Christmas In Tha Hood Lyrics

Guess who rolled up? Big S with the D rolled up

 Girls jockin so the G's loc up, know what, Santa ain't playin that stuff

 See, Santa steady ridin on them scrubs for Xmas

 Sleigh stay flyin on them dubbs and switches

 He's vicious, gear on point and iced out

 When Santa hit the floor ya know it's lights out

 From the West to the East up North and down South it

 Ghetto Santa Claus is bout it

 3L dub so throw ya hands up for me

 You know wassup, get yo dance on home cuz

 

 

 We bout to get the shhhhh started 

 We given you just what you wanted

 From yo block to my block, we gonna keep it hot

 It's Xmas in the hood

 Ghetto Xmas lights flickin

 Police ain't even round trippin

 From yo block to my block, we gonna make it hot

 It's Xmas in the hood

 

 

 It's going down fa sho

 Ghetto Santa Claus is at the door

 I'ma get mine, you get yours

 Xmas in the ghetto yo

 

 

 Yo today, I gotta fat knot, in my stash box

 And from this block to that block, they be like that's hot

 Santa hit the jackpot, seen him in the rag-top

 Flossin, tossin toys at us have-nots

 3L dub and tell it best to from Dirty Jerz to L.E.S.

 You'd never guess who I seen on the dance floor up in the mix

 Santa Claus for the cause with a thousand chicks

 I'm like Nick, tell me what you gots for me, we in the hood where it's good

 Like it oughts to be, havin the time of my life too

 I gots to be back home with my peeps that's the spot for me cuz

 

 

 We bout to get the shhhhh started 

 We given you just what you wanted

 From yo block to my block, we gonna keep it hot

 It's Xmas in the hood

 Ghetto Xmas lights flickin

 Police ain't even round trippin

 From yo block to my block, we gonna make it hot

 It's Xmas in the hood

 

 

 Celebrating from the West to East coastin'

 I stay posted, this is for my people on the block with toastaz

 My down home hotties hold it down you know this

 The goody goodies got no time to notice 

 How we get down from my town to your town

 L.A. to the Bricks, V.A. and back down

 We clownin while we downin egg nog by the case

 50 ain't trippin today about your case

 Ain't nobody stressin turkey and dressing

 At the table with the fam thankin God for the blessings

 It's all good from the grimey to the meadow

 It ain't nothing like Xmas in the ghetto, holla back