RUN - Santa Baby lyrics

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 g**ning 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