Текст песни Run f Mase, Puff Daddy, Salt and Pepa, O - A Very Special Christmas #3
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Verse 1: RunIt was December 24 on Hollis after the darkMy man Santa saw a rabbi and gave the strangest remarkHe said that giving was his living and I had to take partSo I grabbed a bag of goodies and I hopped up on his cartI laced the pockets of the poor and gave the hoodie a playDropped some dollars up on Hollis and I went on my wayI hear your jingle Mr. Kringle peep the single, my manso Santa hit a brotha off and come as quick as you can![chorus]Santa BabyJust slip a Benzo under the tree for meA `98 convertible, light blueI`m looking for a fly guy, like youSo hurry down the chimney tonight...Verse 3: Ma$eNow all Mase knowWhen its eight twenty-fourHe be looking at the door for the ho ho hoCause I knowWhen theres a christmas uptownAin`t no chimney for santa to come downVerse 4: Puffy DaddyNow to me, PD I had alotAppreciated everything that I gotThough I used to take my popsWho aint caught me shaking the boxCause I knew I couldn`t wait till it turned 12 o`clockVerse 5: Snoop Doggy DoggCookies and MilkSatin and SilkI`m chillin in the living room, wrapped in a quiltI`m waiting on this fat Red Suit wearing-comparingMy gifts to my homeboy next door to meA gift here, none there, but who caresMy little sister needs a comb just to braid her nappy hairBbut here we go again waiting on the enemyTo slide down the chimneyLook here, that ain`t reality[chorus]Santa BabyJust slip a Benzo under the tree for meA `98 convertible, light blueI`m looking for a fly guy, like youSo hurry down the chimney tonight...Verse 6: Salt & PepaSanta Baby, are you really real?Chris KringleLet me see you make my pockets jingle (ching ching)We need some jobs in the ghettoToo much gangbanging where kids are playinI hear the church bells ringingOn christmas eveI believeJesus-calling meForget the gifts and the shopping listsAnd the new kicksYour just falling for tricks(you better praise him)[chorus]Santa BabyJust slip a Benzo under the tree for meA `98 convertible, light blueI`m looking for a fly guy, like youSo hurry down the chimney tonight...Verse 7: Fredro StarrIt`s the gritty-the grimyThe low down, the shiftyYo Sticky, christmas time in the cityLate night, stars are brightWe gettin rocked!With the 50 St. NicholasStart rippin thisVerse 8: Sticky FingazIts the Grinch who stole christmasClimbin down ya chimneyKids open up they giftsThey all gonna be emptyJust like mine wasI hate to say itBut if I wasnt a boy I wouldnt have had nuthin to play wit!