1: Run
It was December 24 on Hollis the dark My man saw a rabbi and gave the strangest remark He said that was his living and I had to take part So I grabbed a bag of and I hopped up on his cart I laced the pockets of the poor and gave the hoodie a Dropped some dollars up on Hollis and I on my way I hear your jingle Mr. Kringle the single, my man so hit a brotha off and come as quick as you can!
Santa Just slip a under the tree for me A '98 convertible, blue I'm looking for a fly guy, you So hurry the chimney tonight...
3: Ma$e
Now all know When its eight He be looking at the for the ho ho ho I know When a christmas uptown Ain't no chimney for santa to down
Verse 4: Daddy
Now to me, PD I had Appreciated that I got Though I used to take my Who aint caught me the box I knew I couldn't wait till it turned 12 o'clock
Verse 5: Snoop Dogg
Cookies and and Silk I'm in the living room, wrapped in a quilt I'm waiting on this fat Red wearing-comparing My gifts to my homeboy next to me A gift here, none there, but who My little sister needs a just to braid her nappy hair Bbut we go again waiting on the enemy To down the chimney Look here, that reality
Santa slip a Benzo under the tree for me A '98 convertible, blue I'm for a fly guy, like you So down the chimney tonight...
6: Salt & Pepa
Santa Baby, are you real? Kringle Let me see you my pockets jingle (ching ching) We some jobs in the ghetto Too much gangbanging where kids are I hear the church bells On eve I me Forget the gifts and the lists And the new Your just for tricks (you better him)
Santa Just a Benzo under the tree for me A '98 convertible, light I'm looking for a fly guy, you So hurry down the tonight...
Verse 7: Fredro
It's the gritty-the The low down, the Yo Sticky, christmas time in the Late night, stars are We rocked! With the 50 St. rippin this
Verse 8: Fingaz
Its the who stole christmas down ya chimney Kids open up they all gonna be empty Just mine was I to say it But if I wasnt a boy I wouldnt had nuthin to play wit!
Verse 9: Keith
On December 25th I knew I getting jack when I saw Claus on the corner buying crack I ran up on him the (blur) and asked him "yo whats up with that?" He said "there no christmas kid" and I can't get him back Back in the days, was deep My moms put presents under the tree I played sleep And peeped ha! Santa Claus never me nuthin Seen them mad faces, and frontin So do some good to the ghetto, Mr. Chris Come and stay awhile, kick it with God's Take and my wisdom and understand That Claus is a black man up [chorus 2 Santa Just a Benzo under the tree for me A '98 convertible, light I'm looking for a fly guy, you So hurry down the chimney