[Heavy Bass] [G-Funk Synth] [Laid Back Tempo] [Warm, Comforting, West Coast Vibe] [intro – Spoken Word, Intimate, Campfire Energy] Every Winters Crest… When the night get long and the smoke hang low… They say he ain’t real. I say you just gotta feel him. [chorus – Traditional Carol Melody, Gospel Choir, Reassuring & Warm] You better slow down… Yeah, you good right now… Let that smoke drift soft and slow Father Snoopmas… Is comin’ to town [verse 1 – G-Funk West Coast Rap, Smooth, Storytelling] Jimmy stressin quiet, Sunan laughin loud Both tryna hide different ways from the crowd I say “nah fam, put that shit down” Pack one bowl, let’s sit around Ain’t about bad, ain’t about good Ain’t about livin how you think you should He don’t knock doors lookin to blame He show up when the circle flame [chorus – Gospel Choir, Gentle Harmony] You better breathe deep… Yeah, just roll with me… Ain’t nobody countin what you owe Father Snoopmas… Is comin’ to town [verse 2 – G-Funk Rap, Stoner Philosophy, Found Family] Sunan talk shit but he stay right here First to spark when the nights get weird Jimmy pass left like he always do Same hands shakin, same smoke too We ain’t saints, we ain’t clean or new We just show up, that’s the fuckin rule If the joint burn even, slow and kind That’s the sign he don’t mind [chorus – Gospel Choir, Warmer, Fuller] You better light it slow… Let that old weight go… If the vibe feel right, you know Father Snoopmas… Is comin’ to town [verse 3 – Ritual Verse, Calm G-Funk, Smoke Imagery] We trim the tree with the stickiest green Hang papers like lights in between Smoke curl up like a Winters Crest prayer Banana Joe dance on the chair No rush, no test, no need to prove Just ash in the tray and a steady groove Cold outside but the tower glow brown Whole damn world get quiet now [chorus – Gospel Choir, Faith Moment, Sustained Notes] You better ease your mind… Yeah, you right on time… If the smoke rise clean and slow Father Snoopmas… Is comin’ to town [verse 4 – Arrival, G-Funk Rap, Mythic & Calm] Hear hydraulics hum in the sky real low Candy-red sleigh in a cloud of smoke Lowrider glide with a West Coast lean Snow fall soft through the evergreen Doggfather smile, don’t say a word Just nod like “yeah… I heard y’all heard” Ain’t no speech, ain’t no crown Just peace when he come around [chorus – Gospel Choir, Joyful, Confirmed] You better smile now… Yeah, look around… See, you never been alone Father Snoopmas… Came to town [outro – Spoken, Soft Beat, Found Family Energy] Ain’t about judgment… Ain’t about rules… Just smoke, warmth, and who you choose Winters Crest… High life… Same circle. Same flame. Family.
