I think I need to make a Christmas mixtape of all my favourite songs. There are some great Christmas songs that don't get played often enough on the radio.
This song is by no means the best song ever but it is catchy and captures the Christmas spirit. It felt right to serve it up for What!?! Wednesdays today. Enjoy!
Run of Run-DMC
"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 brother off and come as quick as you can!"
[chorus]
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...
Ma$e
"Now all Mase 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."
Puffy Daddy
"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."
Snoop Dogg
"Cookies and Milk
Satin and Silk
I'm chilling 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."
[chorus]
Salt & Pepa
"Santa Baby, are you really real?
Kris 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)
[chorus]
Fredro Starr of Onyx
"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 50 St. Nicholas
Start ripping this
Sticky Fingaz of Onyx
"Its the Grinch who stole Christmas
Climbing 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 nothing to play wit!"
Keith Murray
"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 nothing
Seen them mad faces, lying and fronting
So do some good to the ghetto, Mr. Kris 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."
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)
[chorus]
Fredro Starr of Onyx
"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 50 St. Nicholas
Start ripping this
Sticky Fingaz of Onyx
"Its the Grinch who stole Christmas
Climbing 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 nothing to play wit!"
Keith Murray
"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 nothing
Seen them mad faces, lying and fronting
So do some good to the ghetto, Mr. Kris 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."
[chorus 2 times]
"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"
- Run and Friends "Santa Baby" remix
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