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 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 looking for a fly guy, like you
So hurry down the chimney tonight

Now all Mase know, when it's 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 homeboy 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 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 playin'

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, 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 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 gettin' rocked
With the 50, St. Nicholas, start rippin' 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 nuthin' 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 whats 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 nuthin'
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 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
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
A '98 convertible, light blue
I'm looking for a fly guy, like you
So hurry down the chimney tonight