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