Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Santa Baby, artist - The Christmas All StarsDate of issue: 22.09.1997
Song language: English
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… |
| Verse 3: Ma$e |
| Now all Mase know |
| When its eight twenty-four |
| He be looking at the door for the ho ho ho |
| Cause I know |
| When theres a christmas uptown |
| Ain’t no chimney for santa to come down |
| Verse 4: Puffy Daddy |
| Now to me, PD I had alot |
| Appreciated everything that I got |
| Though I used to take my pops |
| Who aint caught me shaking the box |
| Cause I knew I couldn’t wait till it turned 12 o’clock |
| Verse 5: Snoop Doggy 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 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 |
| Bbut 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… |
| Verse 6: Salt & Pepa |
| 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… |
| Verse 7: Fredro Starr |
| 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 |
| Verse 8: Sticky Fingaz |
| Its 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 wasnt a boy I wouldnt have had nuthin to play wit! |
| Verse 9: 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 (blur) and asked him «yo whats up with that?» |
| He said «there aint 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… |