Santa Baby
The Christmas All Stars"Santa Baby" es una canción de The Christmas All Stars, 1997, Pop. La canción dura 3:54, 91 lines / 634 words.
Letra
0:25It was December 24 on Hollis after the dark
0:27My man Santa saw a rabbi and gave the strangest remark
0:29He said that giving was his living and I had to take part
0:32So I grabbed a bag of goodies and I hopped up on his cart
0:34I laced the pockets of the poor and gave the hoodie a play
0:37Dropped some dollars up on Hollis and I went on my way
0:39I hear your jingle Mr Kringle peep the single my man
0:42So Santa hit a broth off and come as quick as you can
0:45Santa baby
0:47Just slip a bonze under the tree for me
0:52A '98 convertible light blue
0:57I'm looking for a fly guy like you
1:02So hurry down the chimney tonight
1:04Now all mas know
1:05When its eight twenty four
1:07He be looking at the door for the ho ho ho
1:09Cause I know
1:10When there's a Christmas uptown
1:12Ain't no chimney for Santa to come down
1:14Now to me pd I had a lot
1:16Appreciated everything that I got
1:18Though I used to take my pops
1:20Who ain't caught me shaking the box
1:21Cause I knew I couldn't wait till it turned 12 o'clock
1:24Cookies and milk
1:26Satin and silk
1:27I'm chillin' in the living room wrapped in a quilt
1:29I'm waiting on this fat red suit wearing comparing
1:32My gifts to my home boy next door to me
1:34A gift here none there but who cares
1:36My little sister needs a comb just to braid her nappy hair
1:39But here we go again waiting on the enemy
1:41To slide down the chimney
1:42Look here that ain't reality
1:44Santa baby
1:46Just slip a bonze under the tree for me
1:51A '98 convertible light blue
1:56I'm looking for a fly guy like you
2:01So hurry down the chimney tonight
2:04Santa baby are you really real
2:06Chris Kringle
2:07Let me see you make my pockets jingle ching ching
2:09We need some jobs in the ghetto
2:11Too much gang banging where kids are playing
2:13I hear the church bells ringing
2:14On Christmas eve
2:16I believe
2:17Jesus calling me
2:18Forget the gifts and the shopping lists
2:20And the new kicks
2:22Your just falling for tricks
2:23You better praise him
2:24Santa baby
2:25Just slip a bonze under the tree for me
2:31A '98 convertible light blue
2:36I'm looking for a fly guy like you
2:40So hurry down the chimney tonight
2:43It's the gritty the grimy
2:44The low down the shifty
2:45Yo sticky Christmas time in the city
2:48Late night stars are bright
2:49We getting rocked
2:50With the 50st Nicholas
2:52Start ripping this
2:53It's the Grinch who stole Christmas
2:54Climbin' down ya chimney
2:55Kids open up they gifts
2:57They all gonna be empty
2:58Just like mine was
2:59I hate to say it
3:00But if I wasn't a boy I wouldn't have had nothin' to play wit
3:03On December 25th I knew I wasn't getting jack
3:05When I saw Santa Claus on the corner buying crack
3:07I ran up on him with the blur and asked him yo what's up with that
3:10He said there ain't no Christmas kid and I can't get him back
3:13Back in the days Christmas was deep
3:15My moms put presents under the tree while I played sleep
3:17And peeped ha Santa Claus never gave me nothin'
3:20Seen them mad faces lying and frontin'
3:22So do some good to the ghetto Mr Chris Kringle
3:24Come and stay awhile kick it with god's angel
3:27Take and acknowledge my wisdom and understand
3:30That Santa Claus is a black man
3:32Word up
3:33Santa baby
3:34Just slip a bonze under the tree for me
3:40A '98 convertible light blue
3:45I'm looking for a fly guy like you
3:49So hurry down the chimney tonight
3:53Santa baby
3:54Just slip a bonze under the tree for me
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 broth off and come as quick as you can Santa baby Just slip a bonze 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 mas know When its 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 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 bonze 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 gang banging where kids are playing 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 bonze 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 getting rocked With the 50st Nicholas Start ripping 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 nothin' 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 blur 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 nothin' 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 bonze 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 bonze under the tree for me
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