Don't you get me all that job about things you wrote before I'was alive,
Cause this ain't 1823 ain't even 1970
Now I'm the guy named Curtis Blow and Christmas is one thing I know,
So every year, just about this time , I celebrate it with a rhyme:
Gonna s***gy, gonna baggy, gonna make it good,
Gonna rock ya pocket through the neighbourhood.
Gonna read, gonna sing it till it's understood.
My rap is about anthyn like in year 37
Although you've been telling on a uncle wood.
By a red suited too, with a really attitude and a slady full of goodie for for the
people on
the block. Got a long white beard, maybe looks kind a weird, and if you ever fear
him ? could give a quite shock
Now people let me tell ya about last year when the dude came flying over here,
Well the whole was aus goes on the ground, folks stayed into partytown.
The people thumping on the bus, and I was dancing in my sock,
and the drummer played at a solid pace, and a taste of the base was in my face.
And .. ik, talk, alley down to a heavy layer of the funky junky rhythm of the disco
feat.
And the guy with the 88's started to participate,
and I could a**ure appreciate it sound so sweat
We were all in the mood so we had a little food, and a joke, and a smoke, and a
little bit of wine, when I thought I heard a ?hoof? on the top of the roof.
Could it be or was it me, I was feeling super fine.
So I went to the adic where I thought heard a static
on the chance that the fence was somebody breaking in.
But the noise on the top was a reindeer clock,
Just a trick saved me, and I let the sucker in.
He was roly, he was boly and I said holy moly, you got a lot of whistles on your
chin chin
He allowed, he was proud of the hairy little crowd
on the point of the door where the skin should've bin.
Get's cool for cool goin outa you for a day on stay
When the cow is blown. So the bear maybe cleared
But I never have a cheer cause it's warm in the storm when it that blow
I said Yo Rop it's cold or not,
Can't you stop for a drop before you go?
He said why not if the music is hot
And I'll chance of a dance than he can missle too
So he went downstairs and forgot his gap and he rocked the spot and danced like a
pro
And every young girl tried to rock his world
But he boogie yoogie yoogie till he had to go
And before he went this fine old gym
About a gift with a swift through big red bags
In the top of the bottom he reached in and got him towards?.. for the girls glad
rag
And a grownups got some presents too
A new TV and a stereo. A new civil about as blue as the sky
The best that money could invite
Cause money could never ever buy the feelin
the one that comes from the ceelin
The way you you feel about your friends
and this is how thestory ends
?the do you raise back at the pole
of north where everything is cold
but if he were right here tonight
he'd say merry Christmas and to all good night
Cause this ain't 1823 ain't even 1970
Now I'm the guy named Curtis Blow and Christmas is one thing I know,
So every year, just about this time , I celebrate it with a rhyme:
Gonna s***gy, gonna baggy, gonna make it good,
Gonna rock ya pocket through the neighbourhood.
Gonna read, gonna sing it till it's understood.
My rap is about anthyn like in year 37
Although you've been telling on a uncle wood.
By a red suited too, with a really attitude and a slady full of goodie for for the
people on
the block. Got a long white beard, maybe looks kind a weird, and if you ever fear
him ? could give a quite shock
Now people let me tell ya about last year when the dude came flying over here,
Well the whole was aus goes on the ground, folks stayed into partytown.
The people thumping on the bus, and I was dancing in my sock,
and the drummer played at a solid pace, and a taste of the base was in my face.
And .. ik, talk, alley down to a heavy layer of the funky junky rhythm of the disco
feat.
And the guy with the 88's started to participate,
and I could a**ure appreciate it sound so sweat
We were all in the mood so we had a little food, and a joke, and a smoke, and a
little bit of wine, when I thought I heard a ?hoof? on the top of the roof.
Could it be or was it me, I was feeling super fine.
So I went to the adic where I thought heard a static
on the chance that the fence was somebody breaking in.
But the noise on the top was a reindeer clock,
Just a trick saved me, and I let the sucker in.
He was roly, he was boly and I said holy moly, you got a lot of whistles on your
chin chin
He allowed, he was proud of the hairy little crowd
on the point of the door where the skin should've bin.
Get's cool for cool goin outa you for a day on stay
When the cow is blown. So the bear maybe cleared
But I never have a cheer cause it's warm in the storm when it that blow
I said Yo Rop it's cold or not,
Can't you stop for a drop before you go?
He said why not if the music is hot
And I'll chance of a dance than he can missle too
So he went downstairs and forgot his gap and he rocked the spot and danced like a
pro
And every young girl tried to rock his world
But he boogie yoogie yoogie till he had to go
And before he went this fine old gym
About a gift with a swift through big red bags
In the top of the bottom he reached in and got him towards?.. for the girls glad
rag
And a grownups got some presents too
A new TV and a stereo. A new civil about as blue as the sky
The best that money could invite
Cause money could never ever buy the feelin
the one that comes from the ceelin
The way you you feel about your friends
and this is how thestory ends
?the do you raise back at the pole
of north where everything is cold
but if he were right here tonight
he'd say merry Christmas and to all good night