Santa Baby
Snoop Dogg Mase and Puff Daddy Lyrics


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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 gangbanging 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
Your 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 Cadillac 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 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

Overall Meaning

The song "Santa Baby" by Snoop Dogg, Mase, and Puff Daddy is a modern twist on the classic Christmas song. The opening lyrics set up the scene of Christmas Eve in the neighbourhood of Hollis. Santa Claus approaches a rabbi and tells him that "giving was his living," and he had to take part. This inspires the singer to grab a bag of goodies and join in on the giving spirit, helping to lace the pockets of the poor and drop dollars on Hollis.


The rest of the song features each of the three rappers rapping about their Christmas experiences, from waiting for Santa to come down the chimney to realizing that Santa Claus is actually a black man. The song also touches on larger issues such as the need for jobs in the ghetto and the impact of gang violence on children's lives.


Overall, "Santa Baby" by Snoop Dogg, Mase, and Puff Daddy is a unique and thought-provoking take on a classic Christmas song, with its focus on social issues and urban experiences. It encourages listeners to consider the true spirit of Christmas and the importance of giving back to those in need during the holiday season.


Line by Line Meaning

It was December 24 on hollis after the dark
It was late on Christmas Eve in Hollis.


My man Santa saw a rabbi and gave the strangest remark
Santa saw a rabbi and told him that he loved giving and anyone could take part.


He said that giving was his living and I had to take part
Santa said that he loved to give and I should too.


So I grabbed a bag of goodies and I hopped up on his cart
I brought a bag of gifts and jumped onto Santa's sleigh.


I laced the pockets of the poor and gave the hoodie a play
I gave gifts to the less fortunate and enjoyed doing it.


Dropped some dollars up on Hollis and I went on my way
I left some money in Hollis and continued on my journey.


I hear your jingle Mr. Kringle peep the single, my man
I hear your bells ringing, Santa, listen to my song.


So Santa hit a brotha off and come as quick as you can!
Santa gave me gifts and I asked him to come back soon.


Santa baby
Dear Santa,


Just slip a benzo under the tree for me
Please leave a luxury car under my tree.


A '98 convertible, light blue
I want a 1998 blue convertible.


I'm looking for a fly guy, like you
I want Santa to bring me a cool gift like a luxury car.


So hurry down the chimney tonight
Please come to my house soon.


Now all Mase know
Now, Mase knows


When it's eight twenty-four
When it's 8:24 PM


He be looking at the door for the ho ho ho
He will be waiting for Santa.


'Cause I know
Because I know


When there's a Christmas uptown
When it's Christmas in the city


Ain't no chimney for Santa to come down
There's no chimney for Santa to use to come inside the house.


Now to me, PD I had a lot
To me, Puffy, I had a lot


Appreciated everything that I got
I appreciate everything that I received.


Though I used to take my pops
Even though I used to take my father's gifts.


Who ain't caught me shaking the box
Who didn't catch me trying to sneak a peek at my gifts.


'Cause I knew I couldn't wait till it turned 12 o'clock
Because I couldn't wait until midnight to open my presents.


Cookies and milk
I put out cookies and milk for Santa.


Satin and silk
I'm wearing fancy clothes.


I'm chillin in the living room, wrapped in a quilt
I'm relaxing in the living room, wrapped in a blanket.


I'm waiting on this fat red suit wearing-comparing
I'm waiting for Santa, comparing the gifts I receive with those of my neighbors.


My gifts to my homeboy next door to me
The gifts I received compared to those my neighbor received.


A gift here, none there, but who cares
Some people received fewer gifts than others, but it doesn't matter.


My little sister needs a comb just to braid her nappy hair
My sister needs a comb to put in her hair.


But here we go again waiting on the enemy
But we're still waiting for Santa.


To slide down the chimney
To come down the chimney.


Look here, that ain't reality
But that's not realistic.


Santa baby, are you really real?
Santa, are you really real?


Chris Kringle
Another name for Santa Claus.


Let me see you make my pockets jingle (Ching Ching)
I want Santa to give me money as a gift.


We need some jobs in the ghetto
We need more job opportunities in low-income neighborhoods.


Too much gangbanging where kids are playin
There is too much violence in areas where children play.


I hear the church bells ringing
I hear the bells from the church nearby ringing.


On Christmas Eve
On the night before Christmas.


I believe
I believe in the meaning of Christmas.


Jesus-calling me
I believe that Jesus is calling me to Christianity.


Forget the gifts and the shopping lists
Forget about giving and receiving material gifts.


And the new kicks
And new shoes.


Your just falling for tricks
You are just being fooled by commercialism.


Santa baby, are you really real?
Santa, are you really real?


Chris Kringle, let me see you make my pockets jingle (Ching Ching)
Santa, please give me money as a gift.


It's the gritty-the grimy
It's a rough and dirty Christmas in the city.


The low down, the shifty
The seedy and underhanded aspects of Christmas.


Yo sticky, Christmas time in the city
Hey Sticky, it's Christmas in the city.


Late night, stars are bright
It's late at night, and the stars are shining brightly.


We gettin rocked!
We are enjoying ourselves.


With the 50 St. Nicholas start rippin' this
We're with 50 St. Nicholas, having a good time.


It's the Grinch who stole Christmas
A reference to the famous Christmas story of the Grinch.


Climbin' down ya chimney
Coming down the chimney of houses to give presents.


Kids open up they gifts
Children open their gifts.


They all gonna be empty
Their gifts will be empty because the Grinch took them.


Just like mine was
Just like my gifts were.


I hate to say it
I don't want to admit it.


But if I wasn't a boy I wouldn't have had nuthin to play wit!
If I weren't a boy, I would have had nothing to play with.


On December 25th I knew I wasn't getting jack
I knew I wasn't getting any gifts on Christmas Day.


When I saw Santa Claus on the corner buying crack
When I saw Santa buying drugs on the street corner.


I ran up on him with the Cadillac
I ran up to him with the car.


And asked him "yo what's up with that?"
And asked him why he was buying drugs instead of giving gifts.


He said "There ain't no Christmas kid" and I can't get him back
He said it was too late and he couldn't change what he had done.


Back in the days, Christmas was deep
Christmas used to be more meaningful.


My moms put presents under the tree while I played sleep
My mother put presents under the tree while I pretended to be asleep.


And peeped ha! Santa Claus never gave me nuthin
I peeked to see if Santa brought me anything, but he never did.


Seen them mad faces, lying and frontin
I saw people pretending to be happy about their gifts, even though they were disappointed.


So do some good to the ghetto, Mr. Chris Kringle
Do something good for low-income neighborhoods, Santa.


Come and stay awhile, kick it with god's angel
Come and hang out with me and be a good person.


Take and acknowledge my wisdom and understand
Listen to me and learn from my experience.


That Santa Claus is a black man
Santa Claus is a metaphor for a positive role model in the black community.




Lyrics © DistroKid, Kanjian Music, BMG Rights Management, TAMIR MUSIC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Joan Ellen Javits, Philip Springer, Tony Springer

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