1: Run
It was 24 on Hollis after the dark My man Santa saw a rabbi and gave the strangest He said that giving was his and I had to take part So I a bag of goodies and I hopped up on his cart I laced the pockets of the poor and gave the a play some dollars up on Hollis and I went on my way I hear your jingle Mr. peep the single, my man so Santa hit a off and come as quick as you can!
Santa Just slip a under the tree for me A '98 convertible, blue I'm for a fly guy, like you So hurry down the tonight...
Verse 3:
Now all know When its eight He be at the door for the ho ho ho I know When a christmas uptown no chimney for santa to come down
Verse 4: Daddy
Now to me, PD I had everything that I got Though I used to take my Who aint caught me the box Cause I knew I couldn't wait 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 Suit My to my homeboy next door to me A gift here, none there, but who My little sister needs a comb just to braid her nappy Bbut here we go waiting on the enemy To slide the chimney here, that ain't reality
Santa Just slip a Benzo under the for me A '98 convertible, blue I'm looking for a fly guy, you So hurry the chimney tonight...
Verse 6: Salt &
Santa Baby, are you really Chris Let me see you make my jingle (ching ching) We need jobs in the ghetto Too much gangbanging kids are playin I the church bells ringing On eve I me Forget the and the shopping lists And the new Your just for tricks (you praise him)
Santa Just slip a under the tree for me A '98 convertible, light I'm for a fly guy, like you So hurry down the tonight...
7: Fredro Starr
It's the gritty-the The low down, the Yo Sticky, time in the city night, stars are bright We rocked! With the 50 St. rippin this
Verse 8: Sticky
Its the who stole christmas Climbin ya chimney Kids open up gifts They all be empty Just like was I to say it But if I wasnt a boy I wouldnt have had to play wit!
9: Keith Murray
On December 25th I I wasn't getting jack when I saw Santa Claus on the corner buying I ran up on him the (blur) and asked him "yo whats up with that?" He said "there aint no kid" and I can't get him back Back in the days, Christmas was My moms put under the tree while I played sleep And peeped ha! Santa never gave me nuthin Seen them mad faces, and frontin So do some good to the ghetto, Mr. Kringle Come and stay awhile, it with God's Angel Take and acknowledge my wisdom and That Santa is a black man up [chorus 2 Baby Just a Benzo under the tree for me A '98 convertible, light I'm for a fly guy, like you So down the chimney tonight