(Trick Daddy Talking) Turn It up, Because I have
something to say ya'll Ya'll pay attention ova
there Repersenting Page County You know what I'm
saying? Everybody doin songs talking about what
they got and they jewelry and they cars I'm gonna
talk about something eles we never had shit, we
real

(Trick Daddy) And there damn sure aint no Santa
Clause because, if it was like Santa we would be
having a Thingsgiving dinner while ya'll was
dreaming of a white Christmas I was out chillen
wit my niggas out spilling trying to make a living
and if I robe for a million I just hope god would
forgive me after i spent it on his children See I
was born in da struggle 89 stepdaddy's me and my
mother and ten others, Lets see thats three
sisters and 7 brothers all we had was each other
and or daddy because I love him I never seen a
flying raindeer so if rudoff called dog ya'll just
tell him I aint here, and I aint da grinch who
like to still Christmas, but if u pay attenion
you'll learn a lesson just listin See I beleave
dat da children know our future but if u don't
rise them right they'll grow up and shoot cha

(Trick Daddy Talking) Ya'll best beleave that all
these lies you know what I'm saying? Fibb's and
all des story's be like history one month out the
year you know?All dat walking Martin Luther King
did and they only gave him justic one time you
tried to fram OJ and beat the shit out of Rodney
King hell

(Trick Daddy) I was born amunch raseism, thats why
the police hate me and I cam see it in their faces
yeah they wanna give nigga cases and they wanna
see me in jail hell they can't wait to take me,
wanna hog tie me and take my bar, take me off
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know the moral to the words of this song, what
about the words of Rodney King "Can we all
get along?", huh cause niggas just when I
nervus back, matter fact saying those ova there
where them terorist, and they aint coming back
till Bin Loden and all thoes fighters are found
dead shoot up in the mountins of Airkida

(Trick Daddy Talking) I'd kill all dem
motherfuckers every last one of them all them son
of a bitches all them funny names motherfuckers
disrespecting my country and my people, I wish
ya'll would get yo fuck ass out of my face free at
last my ass Mr. President you aint even press me u
aint even them to justic yet, you better go get
'em

(Trick Daddy) Mr. President tell me why my people
doin bad some blacks wit no dads doin bad shooting
bad and fo sho getting a limo got a wardrobe and
I'm stuck wearing dis niggas clothes hell I go to
school and dem teachers straight dog me I try to
learn but my brain just wont, I'm not dumb but mad
and sad which I should be, you tryed framing me
I'm forced to live wit out a job or work at Mike
D's or i could robe circut city and get 5 or 3,
slang a kane its no thing but I'm scared to of
tab, and if you think im gonna change you can kiss
my ass

(Trick Daddy Talking) I just wanna say use that
enough for personal use, only personal use only,
no capital a finces no way forst degree
misterminers haha, and there damn sure aint no
Santa Clause haha and there sure aint no Santa
Clause you snitching bitches, I'm gonna smoke one
on ya