The púca (Irish for spirit/ghost), pooka, phouka, phooka, phooca, puca or púka, is primarily a creature of Irish folklore. Considered to be bringers both of good and bad fortune, they could either help or hinder rural and marine communities. The creatures were said to be shape changers which could take the appearance of black horses, goats and rabbits. They may also take a human form, which includes various animal features, such as ears or a tail.
The púca has counterparts throughout the Celtic cultures of Northwest Europe. For instance, in Welsh mythology it is named the pwca and in Cornish the Bucca. In the Channel Islands, the pouque were said to be fairies who lived near ancient stones; in Channel Island French a cromlech is referred to as a pouquelée or pouquelay(e); poulpiquet and polpegan are corresponding terms in Brittany.
The origin of the name may have come from the Old Norse term pook or puki, which refers to a "nature spirit". In Germanic languages, such as Frisian or English, this became pucel, pook or puck.
This year your boy went all out
Let me sit down and tell you what I'm talkin' about
Now what's somthin' you can imagine
So I don't have to explain
Oh, just picture the North Pole
Relaxin' in my chain and my girl
She's bad, so bad, whoa
Havin' a girl like Boog's gonna become the new fad
When you're walkin' to my house
You're gonna be given a map
'Cuz if you turn the wrong corner
You won't find your way back
But I'm sleepy now
So, I'm gone off the track
Bye, goodnight, holla
Santa hooked me up this year
Santa hooked me up this year
Santa hooked me up this year
So let me tell you what I got for Christmas this year
Santa hooked me up this year
Santa hooked me up this year
Santa hooked me up this year
So let me tell you what I got for Christmas this year
Santa hooked me up with a Bentley 4 door
Now a 100 million dolla G4
Santa was generous
Gave me a gang of money
More ice than the North Pole
More karats than Bugs Bunny
This year forget the socks
And the Christmas tree
I got a Benz 1200
Ain't even hit the streets
I got a 3-way pager and a matching set
Got an iced out chain that put a crick in my neck
Santa hooked me up this year
Santa hooked me up this year
Santa hooked me up this year
So let me tell you what I got for Christmas this year
Santa hooked me up this year
Santa hooked me up this year
Santa hooked me up this year
So let me tell you what I got for Christmas this year
This year my gift was too sick
Santa Claus got me that 6
With that doubled out kit
Too clean, fresh white, gangsta lean
You know how I do, when Inn get on the scene
Santa Claus, "SC" is what I call his name
He give me too much I think Santa got crazy
But anyways, thank you for all the gifts
I left them hot cookies, but just forget it
Santa hooked me up this year
Santa hooked me up this year
Santa hooked me up this year
So let me tell you what I got for Christmas this year
Santa hooked me up this year
Santa hooked me up this year
Santa hooked me up this year
So let me tell you what I got for Christmas this year
Now Christmas is my favorite time of year
I got red forces with red Polo gear
Red Chanel ski hat, plus a Cadillac
With diamond in the back
Sittin' on the scene with shiny gold D's
Oh, ice crush soda can
Chrome on the left hand
And a walkman, you got a walkman
When I got all this
Man I thought it was great
But I was bad this year
So Santa made a mistake
Santa hooked me up this year
Santa hooked me up this year
Santa hooked me up this year
So let me tell you what I got for Christmas this year
Santa hooked me up this year
Santa hooked me up this year
Santa hooked me up this year