| It was December 24 on Hollis after the dark
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| My man Santa saw a rabbi and gave the strangest remark
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| He said that giving was his living and I had to take part
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| So I grabbed a bag of goodies and I hopped up on his cart
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| I laced the pockets of the poor and gave the hoodie a play
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| Dropped some dollars up on Hollis and I went on my way
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| I hear your jingle Mr. Kringle peep the single, my man
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| so Santa hit a brotha off and come as quick as you can!
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| Santa Baby
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| Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me
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| A '98 convertible, light blue
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| I’m looking for a fly guy, like you
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| So hurry down the chimney tonight…
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| Verse 3: Ma$e
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| Now all Mase know
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| When its eight twenty-four
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| He be looking at the door for the ho ho ho
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| Cause I know
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| When theres a christmas uptown
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| Ain’t no chimney for santa to come down
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| Verse 4: Puffy Daddy
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| Now to me, PD I had alot
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| Appreciated everything that I got
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| Though I used to take my pops
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| Who aint caught me shaking the box
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| Cause I knew I couldn’t wait till it turned 12 o’clock
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| Verse 5: Snoop Doggy Dogg
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| Cookies and Milk
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| Satin and Silk
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| I’m chillin in the living room, wrapped in a quilt
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| I’m waiting on this fat Red Suit wearing-comparing
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| My gifts to my homeboy next door to me
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| A gift here, none there, but who cares
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| My little sister needs a comb just to braid her nappy hair
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| Bbut here we go again waiting on the enemy
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| To slide down the chimney
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| Look here, that ain’t reality
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| Santa Baby
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| Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me
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| A '98 convertible, light blue
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| I’m looking for a fly guy, like you
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| So hurry down the chimney tonight…
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| Verse 6: Salt & Pepa
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| Santa Baby, are you really real?
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| Chris Kringle
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| Let me see you make my pockets jingle (ching ching)
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| We need some jobs in the ghetto
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| Too much gangbanging where kids are playin
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| I hear the church bells ringing
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| On christmas eve
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| I believe
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| Jesus-calling me
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| Forget the gifts and the shopping lists
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| And the new kicks
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| Your just falling for tricks
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| (you better praise him)
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| Santa Baby
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| Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me
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| A '98 convertible, light blue
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| I’m looking for a fly guy, like you
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| So hurry down the chimney tonight…
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| Verse 7: Fredro Starr
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| It’s the gritty-the grimy
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| The low down, the shifty
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| Yo Sticky, christmas time in the city
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| Late night, stars are bright
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| We gettin rocked!
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| With the 50 St. Nicholas
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| Start rippin this
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| Verse 8: Sticky Fingaz
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| Its the Grinch who stole christmas
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| Climbin down ya chimney
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| Kids open up they gifts
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| They all gonna be empty
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| Just like mine was
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| I hate to say it
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| But if I wasnt a boy I wouldnt have had nuthin to play wit!
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| Verse 9: Keith Murray
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| On December 25th I knew I wasn’t getting jack
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| when I saw Santa Claus on the corner buying crack
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| I ran up on him with the (blur) and asked him «yo whats up with that?»
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| He said «there aint no christmas kid"and I can’t get him back
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| Back in the days, Christmas was deep
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| My moms put presents under the tree while I played sleep
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| And peeped ha! |
| Santa Claus never gave me nuthin
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| Seen them mad faces, lying and frontin
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| So do some good to the ghetto, Mr. Chris Kringle
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| Come and stay awhile, kick it with God’s Angel
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| Take and acknowledge my wisdom and understand
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| That Santa Claus is a black man
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| word up
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| Santa Baby
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| Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me
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| A '98 convertible, light blue
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| I’m looking for a fly guy, like you
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| So hurry down the chimney tonight… |