Coming To Town (2021 Remaster)

(Ru', come on no, wait)
(Ru', come on no, wait)
(Ru', come on bro wait)
(Ru', come on no way)

Hurry ya shit up my nigga, get in the car please
It's on me the needs of the city calls as they all sleep
And I ain't playin' with niggas, wait 'til they all see that they ain't gettin' shit if
(They ain't leave out my milk and cookies, oh no)
I'm only takin' serious inquires, better book
Don't let me see you hop out that bed and try take a look
'Cause you gon' catch these hands
If you see all the shit I took and that's on North Pole
You come to my land it'll leave you shook

I am the greatest on runway to really slay
Pull up on ya block, let it blast the music I play
And you better stay that ass asleep if you want me to stay (I'm dead)
Now let's put these in my bag
Christmas DVD's, cd's and a tv
My curiosity leave you appalled
Call it PG 13
The nigga thought I'd get him the new Jordan's he can't afford
His size ain't in stores (Wait 'til he see me in his 13's)

Who the fuck told ya old ass to ever believe?
All these years growin' you still ain't never see me
You this old and the shit you want
Never under ya trees, but I mean
Fuck it, right?

I would go to bed early every fucking night
I would try my best in school, would be so polite
I asked for 2 things, nigga Santa can't do nothin' right
Ain't get me shit, this fat fuck just got me fucking tight

But why are you mad though? Who are you mad at?
Always bring with me 3 ho's, niggas don't even deserve that
Taking me for granted
Always curse me out for the wishes you ain't granted
I'm not ya mom, dad, aunty, ya uncle or grandma
Do not call on me, not the nigga who answers
And I can give a damn how you feel
I'm not trespassin' since niqqas still thinkin' I'm real, I'll steal everything

Fallin' through ya chimney, this how I come up
Take all ya belongings, Rudolph, hype me up
Steal the milk, cookies, presents and ya ideas
I speed up do it again 'fore the night is up
But still you niggas care for me
Ya'll gon' send me all ya letters, never hear from me
And you can think that this a parody, but I'm the real Santa Clause
Just hold a pair of deez jingle (Jingle) bells

You can wait up on Santa, but this is how Christmas comin'
Is there anything that you would like to hide before i come in?
It's been an entire year, can't nobody send me somethin'?
A postcard, email? You bitches aint gettin' (Nothin') shit

My clique flips bricks and leave you with coal
Shipments stick shift equipment and bounce outta here
I don't care, but to all a goodnight
I'm comin' to town, don't let me hear a sound
But ima see ya'll next year

(I'm tellin' ya'll I do this, I'll probably make one more drop)
(Pull up before the day day, 'cause Craig's list is all you got)
(I feel like I seen this jersey before, I'm not sure)
(But furthermore I secure that number four)