Santa Baby

Santa Baby - The Christmas All Stars/Joseph Simmons/Salt-N-Pepa/Onyx/Snoop Dogg (史努比狗狗)/P. Diddy/Keith Murray/Mase

Written by：Tony Spring

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 broth off and come as quick as you can

Santa baby

Just slip a bonze 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 all mas know

When its 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 bonze 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

Chris Kringle

Let me see you make my pockets jingle ching ching

We need some jobs in the ghetto

Too much gang banging where kids are playing

I hear the church bells ringing

On Christmas eve

I believe

Jesus calling me

Forget the gifts and the shopping lists

And the new kicks

Your just falling for tricks

You better praise him

Santa baby

Just slip a bonze 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 Christmas time in the city

Late night stars are bright

We getting rocked

With the 50st Nicholas

Start ripping 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

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 blur 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 lying and frontin'

So do some good to the ghetto Mr Chris 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 bonze 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 bonze under the tree for me