Santa Baby
It was December 24 on Hollis after the dark
My man Santa saw a rabbi
And gave the strangest remark
He said that giving was his living
And I had to take part
So I grabbed a bag of goodies and
I hopped up on his cart
I laced the pockets of the poor
And gave the hoodie a play
Dropped some dollars up on Hollis and
I went on my way i hear your jingle Mr
Kringle peep the single, my man
So Santa hit a brotha off and
Come as quick as you can!
Santa Baby
Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, light blue
I'm looking for a fly guy, like you
So hurry down the chimney tonight
Now ol' Mase know
When it's eight twenty-four
He be looking at the door for the ho ho ho
Cause I know
When there's a Christmas uptown
Ain't no chimney for Santa to come down
Now to me, PD I had a lot
Appreciated everything that I got
Though I used to take my pops
Who ain't caught me shaking the box
Cause I knew I couldn't wait
Till it turned 12 o'clock
Cookies and milk satin and silk
I'm chillin' in the living room
Wrapped in a quilt i'm waiting on this fat
Red suit-wearing comparing
My gifts to my home boy next door to me
A gift here, none there, but who cares
My little sister needs a comb just
To braid her nappy hair
But here we go again waiting on the enemy
To slide down the chimney
Look here, that ain't reality
Santa Baby
Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, light blue
I'm looking for a fly guy, like you
So hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa Baby, are you really real?
Kris Kringle
Let me see you make my pockets jingle
(Ching ching)
We need some jobs in the ghetto
Too much gang bangin where kids are playin
I hear the church bells ringin
On Christmas Eve i believe
Jesus calling me
Forget the gifts and the shopping lists
And the new kicks
You're just falling for tricks
(You better praise Him)
Santa Baby
Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, light blue
I'm looking for a fly guy, like you
So hurry down the chimney tonight
It's the gritty, the grimy
The low down, the shifty
Yo Sticky (YO) Christmas time in the city
Late night, stars are bright
We gettin rocked!
With the 50 bag St nicholas
Start rippin' this
It's the Grinch who stole Christmas
Climbin' down ya chimney
Kids open up they gifts
They all gonna be empty just like mine was
Y'know I hate to say it
But if I wasn't a boy I wouldn't
Have had nothin' to play wit!
On December 25th I knew
I wasn't getting jack
When I saw Santa Claus on
The corner buying crack
I ran up on him with the gat and
Asked him "yo what's up with that?"
He said "there ain't no Christmas kid"
And I can't get him back
Back in the days, Christmas was deep
My moms put presents under the
Tree while I played sleep and peeped
(ha) Santa Claus never gave me nothin'
Seen them mad faces, lyin' and frontin'
So do some good to the ghetto
Mr kris Kringle come and stay awhile
Kick it with God's Angel
Take and acknowledge my wisdom and understand
That Santa Claus is a black man word up
Santa Baby
Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, light blue
I'm looking for a fly guy, like you
So hurry down the chimney tonight santa Baby
Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, light blue
I'm looking for a fly guy, like you
So hurry down the chimney tonight