'Twas Christmas Eve in the quiet hood, Stockings hung with care, fire on the wood Homies nestled in the cozy beds, Dreamin' hood life in their heads. Mama in her pj’s, me in my cap, We settled down for a long winters nap. on 63rd, arose a clatter, Jumped from my bed to see what's the matter. To the window I flew, with a quick dash, Moon on the streets, a low silver flash. What to my street-savvy eyes appears? A pimped-out sleigh, reindeer with beer With a slick old driver, street-smart and quick, In a moment, knew it's big dick Nick. "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!" Up to the rooftops, coursers they flew, Sleigh full of swag, big Nick too. shiesty on head, Jordan’s on toes all I want for cripmas is hella hoes Gold chain on his belly, jingling smelly, Chubby and plump, street OG, not jelly. Laughed when I saw him, style running free, Wink of his eye, nod of his head, oh gee. Not a word spoken, straight to his stash, Stockings filled, counting cash. Finger aside of his nose, up the chimney he goes, Sprang to his ride, team with a whistle, it glows. Exclaimed as he rode out of sight, "Merry Cripmas to all, and to all a hood night!"