Manic Hispanic Santa Got Run Over By My Chevy Lyrics
Santa Got Run Over By My Chevy by Manic Hispanic
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This is Manic Hispanic saying Feliz Navidad
If you're going to be doing tequila shooters
And smoking mota
Don't make things heavy, don't drive the Chevy
Orale!
Santa got run over by my Chevy
Cruisin' back to my house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
As for me and all the homies we believe
La fiesta at my tía's, mi abuelita cooked all day
Chicken mole and some tripas
And a fridge full of cerveza, orale
I had way too much tequila (Ai)
And I didn't feel so good
I don't know how or why it happened
Cuz Santa Claus is sprawled out on my hood
That's no good!
Santa got run over by my Chevy
Cruisin' back to my house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
As for me and all the homies we believe
But what will happen Christmas morning?
When the niños wake to find
Nothing but a stale tamale
And no toys that Santa should've left behind
When I got busted by the juras
And they put me straight away
'Ay check it out holmes I never seen the vato coming!”
I was so barracho and I didn't see the sleigh (Ai guey!)
Santa got run over by my Chevy
Cruisin' back to my house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
As for me and all the homies we believe (x2)
As for me and all the homies we believe
As for me and all we believe!
This is Manic Hispanic saying Feliz Navidad
If you're going to be doing tequila shooters
And smoking mota
Don't make things heavy, don't drive the Chevy
Orale!
Santa got run over by my Chevy
Cruisin' back to my house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
As for me and all the homies we believe
La fiesta at my tía's, mi abuelita cooked all day
Chicken mole and some tripas
And a fridge full of cerveza, orale
I had way too much tequila (Ai)
And I didn't feel so good
I don't know how or why it happened
Cuz Santa Claus is sprawled out on my hood
That's no good!
Santa got run over by my Chevy
Cruisin' back to my house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
As for me and all the homies we believe
But what will happen Christmas morning?
When the niños wake to find
Nothing but a stale tamale
And no toys that Santa should've left behind
When I got busted by the juras
And they put me straight away
'Ay check it out holmes I never seen the vato coming!”
I was so barracho and I didn't see the sleigh (Ai guey!)
Santa got run over by my Chevy
Cruisin' back to my house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
As for me and all the homies we believe (x2)
As for me and all the homies we believe
As for me and all we believe!