Santa Baby

My number one business in life right now
Is giving
As my bishop would say
I'm livin' because of my giving
If you want love
You gonna have to love somebody
If you want respect
You might have to respect somebody
And if you want recognition
You gonna have to recognize

It was December twenty-fourth
On Hollis Ave after the dark
My man Santa seen the Rev
And gave the strangest remark
He said that givin' was his livin'
And I had to take part
So I grabbed a bag of goodies
And 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 lookin' for a fly guy like you
So hurry down the chimney tonight

Now all Mase know when it's eight twenty-four
He be lookin' 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 (yeah)
Appreciated everything that I got
Though I used to take my pops
Who ain't caught shakin' the box
'Cause I knew I couldn't wait
Till it turned 12 o'clock

Cookies and milk, satin or silk
I'm chillin' in the livin' room
Wrapped in a quilt
I'm waiting on this fat, red suit-wearin'
Comparin' 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 Benzo under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, light blue
I'm lookin' for a fly guy like you
So hurry down the chimney tonight (um, yeah)

Santa, baby (yo), are you really real?
Kris Kringle let me see you make my pockets jingle (ching ching)
We need some jobs in the ghetto
Too much gang bangin' where kids are playin'

I hear the church bells ringin' on Christmas Eve
I believe (I believe) Jesus callin' me (uh-huh)
Forget the gifts and the shoppin' lists (word)
And the new kicks
You're 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 lookin' for a fly guy like you (yeah)
So hurry down the chimney tonight

It's the gritty, the grimy
The low down, the shifty
Yo Sticky (yo), Christmas time in the city
Late night, stars are bright
We gettin' rocked
With the fifty bag a St. Nicholas
Start rippin' this

It's the Grinch who stole Christmas
Climbin' down ya chimney
Kids open they gift
They all gonna be empty
Just like mine was
I hate to say it (but) if I wasn't a boy
I wouldn'ta had nothin' to play wit (yo)

(Yo) on December twenty-fifth
I knew I wasn't gettin' jack
When I saw Santa Claus
On the corner buyin' crack
I ran up on him with the gat and
Asked him, "Yo, what's up with that?"
He said, "The Grinch that stole Christmas
(Kid) and I can't get them 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 the mad faces, lyin' and frontin'

So do some good to the ghetto, Mr Kris 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