[Intro: Run]
My number one business in life right now is giving
As my bishop would say, I'm living because of my giving
If you want love, you gonna have to love somebody
If you want respect, you will have have to respect somebody
And if you want recognition, you gonna have to recognize
[Verse 1: Run]
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!
[Chorus: Justine Simmons]
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
[Verse 2: Ma$e]
Now ol' Mase know
When it's eight twenty-four
He be looking at the door for the ho ho ho
'Cause I know
When there's a Christmas uptown
Ain't no chimney for Santa to come down
My number one business in life right now is giving
As my bishop would say, I'm living because of my giving
If you want love, you gonna have to love somebody
If you want respect, you will have have to respect somebody
And if you want recognition, you gonna have to recognize
[Verse 1: Run]
It was December 24 on Hollis after the dark
My man Santa saw a rabbi and gave the strangest remark
He said that giving was his living and I had to take part
So I grabbed a bag of goodies and I hopped up on his cart
I laced the pockets of the poor and gave the hoodie a play
Dropped some dollars up on Hollis and I went on my way
I hear your jingle, Mr. Kringle, peep the single, my man
So Santa hit a brotha off and come as quick as you can!
[Chorus: Justine Simmons]
Santa Baby
Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, light blue
I'm looking for a fly guy, like you
So hurry down the chimney tonight
[Verse 2: Ma$e]
Now ol' 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
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