[Intro: Rev Run]
My number one business in life right now is giving
As my bishop would say, I'm living because of my giving
If you want love, you gonna have to love somebody
If you want respect, you will have to respect somebody
And if you want recognition, you gonna have to recognize
[Verse 1: Rev Run]
It was December 24 on Hollis after the dark
My man Santa seen 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!
[Chorus: Justine Simmons]
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
[Verse 2: Mase]
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
[Verse 3: Diddy]
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
[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
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
[Chorus: Justine Simmons]
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
[Verse 5: Salt-N-Pepa]
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)
[Chorus: Justine Simmons]
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
[Verse 6: Fredro Starr]
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
[Verse 7: Sticky Fingaz]
It's the Grinch who stole Christmas
Climbin' down ya chimney
Kids open they gifts
They all gonna be empty
Just like mine was
I hate to say it
But if I wasn't a boy I wouldn't have had nothin' to play wit!
[Verse 8: Keith Murray]
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
[Chorus: Justine Simmons]
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
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