SANTA CLAUS COMES TO THE GHETTO (A COMEDY) Oh my dear it's time for bed my lips are red // this could mess up a man's head Then kisses are shed under bed spread // the bedsprings cling bling! Bling! Instead Mother I'm nineteen and my body is lean // but, why men look at my sexy body as cream That just makes my brown body steam at night sometimes I dream // and scream Well men always want the peach especially if you from Virginia beach // he want to reach Then make a speech and completely bleach // your ears with soft stuff Christy each One has a trick up his sleeve you best believe // he'll find you even if it’s Christmas Eve Leave your brown body so hot you can't breathe // but sex will relieve and ease // Then comes the cool breeze after all the kissing tease // oh Christy he will beg you please Squeeze your waist make love to you at a fast pace // bring you roses in a flower vase Erase your thoughts about not having sex while in the Lex // wearing a Rolex Christy if he's your lover make sure he wears a rubber // or Trojan Latex its not complex Or a baby maybe born on Christmas morn // Christy you are warned this popcorn // Airborne Santa can't be scorn // your panties must be worn Christy men are sworn // Torn girl Like ice cream He's going to lick it // Click it // and stick it // this how men kick it Juice flow from your coo-chee like a spigot bedsprings hop like a cricket // its wicked He be yelling out baby and going crazy while in the gravy // because he’s making A baby so don't be faking us girls know whets baking // if you think we don't yall mistaken You want to knock the boots because we're cute // to no man are we going to stoop or salute / Christy we're the roots wit the fruits // men parachute just to try and sexually constitute // The absolute wettest coo-chee in the ghetto now yall know the scoop // mother oh shoots Girl all I told you is true // Christy men will call you boo drink a brew // its body stew One and one equal two to tango in the back seat of a Durango // scoring like bingo-go Christy a man shoots straight like Johnny Ring-go while He's pumping your thing yo // Mother that does it tonight I'm going to let Santa rub it // the stuff you told me I love it I don't want to a man that’s going to thug it but, I do want him to plug it // kiss and hug it Santa doesn’t care about that mother all men care skinny or fat // it’s a real wet stat Men want to bat the wet *****cat // some don't take off their hat they are on your doormat I want Santa to be my lover so mother // I maybe under the cover //and discover Further he's kissing my hot lips while dressed in my nylon slip // unzip put on a rubber Oh dear don't think like that let me make this clear // but I saw you kiss him last year Ear these facts Christy men will smear // your red lipstick I'm being sincere so fear Just a Christmas virgin you don't know about men girlfriend // they love to put it in Again and again mother when // we talk I can never win // this now a trend Girl I'm your mother here we go again oh brother // I need a lover wit a rubber // Discover the secret under the bedcover // Christy that could be lethal like Danny Glover Ok time for bed its Christmas Eve what will I receive // shoots I went into the room Already taken a shower put on an R Kelly tune and perfume // closed the door Ka-boom! I'm a virgin flower so sprinkle on the baby powder // I turned the R Kelly Jam up louder My nice brown nipple breasts in place I put cream on my face // my lipstick I could taste Pace the heat of my sweet // thought paid and bought // sex my mind is in outer space Stood sideways in the mirror and viewed my round hips I looked at my own red lips // A girl do this she dress herself in thin silk slips the juice from my hot coo-chee drips // Oh my dear every man want this here // body and stuff look so sexually right Tight hoping Santa Claus will stick it tonight // I'll give up this coo-chee without a fight Took off my panties so he can easily find me // my body's so hot I can barely see When he sticks it will set me free // this is how I be hot brown and sexy for thee // Oh Santa where I'm so wet down there // I don't have on a lick of underwear Care for my hot coo-chee makes it real juicy // I have a brown round bootsy Fruits lick the lips of my thing loosely // all year long I kept it sprucely Stick in your long Christmas tree oh sex me // I been a good girl Santa G Oh kiss my lips feel my warm brown round hips // oh rip off my slip // oh sucky my breast nips make my tits gits melt like chocolate chips // wake up! wake up! sweet you're talking in a deep sleep // I was hot all in my feet heap of cream in my coo-chee hole I awaken in my mother's arm body in heat // oh mother I was wit a santa lover // I had a sex dream I know dear I heard you scream // OK you can meet Santa tonight when he comes down from flight // watch out for Rudolph Boss tonguing wit his red nose he will take you take your panties off I then cough You’re nineteen and like Ruff Ryder's Eve you need a man I held my mother's hand // Understand you're going into foreign land // to cool your coo-chee I'll need a fan Kissed my mother I really love her // but, is Santa a Thugger or slugger // Butter my hot wet coo-chee a rubber // he'll have to use oh brother WHAT! WHAT!