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It was December 24th on Hollis Ave after dark |
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When I seen a man chilling with his dog at the park |
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I approached them very slowly with my heart full of fear |
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Looked at his dog, oh my God, a illin' reindeer |
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But then I was chillin' because the man had a beard |
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And a bag full of goodies, 12 o'clock had neared |
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So I turned my head a second and the man was gone |
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But he must of dropped his wallet smack dead on the lawn |
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I picket the wallet up and then I took a pause |
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Took out the license and it cold said Santa Claus |
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A million dollars in it, cold hundreds of G's |
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Enough to buy a boat, matching car with ease |
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But I'd never steal from Santa, 'cause that ain't right |
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So I was going home to mail it back to him that night |
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But when I got home I bugged, 'cause under the tree |
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Was a letter from Santa and the dough is for me |
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It's Christmas time in Hollis, Queens |
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Mom's cooking chicken and collard greens |
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Rice and stuffing, macaroni and cheese |
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And Santa puttin' gifts under Christmas trees |
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Decorate the house with lights at night |
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Snow's on the ground, snow white so bright |
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In the fireplace is the yule log |
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Beneath the mistletoe as we drink egg nog |
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The rhymes that you hear are the rhymes of Darryl's |
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But each and every year we bust Christmas carols |
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Rhymes so loud and proud to hear it |
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It's Christmas time and we got the spirit |
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Jack Frost chillin', the hawk is out, |
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And that's what Christmas is all about |
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The time is now, the place is here |
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And the whole wide world is filled with cheer |
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My name's DMC with the mic in my hand |
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And I'm chilling and coolin' just like a snowman |
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So open your eyes, lend us a ear, we want to say |
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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! |
