Santa Baby Lyrics - Mase

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 all 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 homeboy 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? 

Chris kringle 

Let me see you make my pockets jingle (ching ching) 

We need some jobs in the ghetto 

Too much gangbanging where kids are playin 

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 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, christmas time in the city 

Late night, stars are bright 

We gettin rocked! 

With the 50 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 

I hate to say it 

But if I wasn't a boy I wouldn't have had nuthin 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 Cadillac 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 nuthin 

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 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