Smokey Klause

Right

Sweet baby kush god

Gather round children

It's the night before christmas

RIGHT

Fuck them raindeers

I'm comming off dat continental V

Smokey klause commin with that marijuana tree

Only bad yellow bitches get the candy cane for me

Jump up on my lap baby tell me what you need

The night before christmas I was all up in the house

Santa workin over time while I'm diggin down the spouse

Not a creature starin' so we did it on the couch

Thinkin in my head like this what's it about

The children was nestled, snuggled up in they bed

Probably havin xbox visions up in they head

Her mama up in her underwear and I'm in my skully

She makin wild noise I know it's bound to get ugly

Lil' nigga woke up cause he heard all the chatter

His mama was screaming, he tryin to see what's the

Matter

Then to the closet, I threw her the flash

He opened the door, and he saw my stash

His mama has her titties out tryna be low

Startin askin her questions told him he had to go

Then he through his wonderin' eyes it would to appear

Saw it was a rubby hangin off the chair

The lil' fucker was quick, certainly cleaver

Started smilin' and shit like "it gotta be DZA"

Smelled the polo colonge, den' he got brave

Knew all my songs started to callin' em' by names

Kushed god, 4 loko, sour hour, ya kiddin?

Personal party continental kush, he has risin'

He spoke about that mirror that was on the wall

And ralf lift shit, said he was fresher then them all

Then threw a twinkel up for I he would appear

Polo undershirt, phone pauses that's rare

Spoke not a word, not even a curse

Walked to the chair and he picked up his shirt

Sprang to the street gave his driver a whistle

Flew down the ave I swear it looked like a missle

But I heard him scream, fore' he got out of sight

My fault lil' nigga, marry christmas righhht