Westside ConnectionIt's The Holidaze

Tell ya people that I'm comin' by (Yeah, yeah) Got that shit that'll get ya high (Holla at a pimp) Talkin' shit 'cause I'm off tonight And you really wanna feel alright Cook somethin' serve somethin', like George Girv somethin' Fingaroll Michael Irv somethin', smoke sometin' 'Cause it's the holidaze, get ya dolla daze, pop a colla plaze I'm come through wit' the brand new light blue Ready to eat n' shit, niggas can't compete my shit Got the whole family on the law, so mine's be jealous Like that nigga marcellous but don't get overzealous And try to ball wit' a nigga who play double headas 'cause I'll pull out the double wettas Cock 'em back and treat you like you neva met us So this year fill ya heart wit' cheer or disappear nigga Holla if ya clear nigga, it's Ice Cube you can call me tha Grinch I got your Christmas list but I ain't buyin' you shit Tell ya people that I'm comin' by (Yeah, yeah) Got that shit that'll get ya high (I'm on my way) Talkin' shit 'cause I'm off tonight And you really wanna feel alright I wanna know what you gonna do for the holidaze? (You know, I'm comin' through for the holidaze) What you gonna do for the holidaze? (I'm comin' through to scoop you for the holidaze) Westside Connect gang-ga-gang Connect gang-ga-gang Connect gang-ga-gang Ba boom, guess who stepped in the room Off the liquor loc see-walkin' under the missteltoe Shoppin' cookies, bag full of Goodies Smokin' out your city with this blue berry sticky icky WC off the hinges my witness And them high switchez for a Ghetto fucking Christmas Hit the block flossin', I got's to rap Three wheelin' with the Konjak on my bud nyya Gangsta Gangsta got 'em lookin' my way 'Cause I got the new "West Class" in the drive-way Bendin' the corner, put it up on ya Like threelik swing, swing, bling bling Mad hoggin, bouncin, sippin' beer Blindin' niggaz wit' the carrots in my ear Another currin' out the gate, stack them big heads Dub tryin' get me Tween some scared nyya Tell ya people that I'm comin' by (Skip, skip) Got that shit that'll get ya high (Don't trip) Talkin' shit 'cause I'm off tonight And you really wanna feel alright I wanna know what you gonna do for the holidaze? (Say what I'm comin' through for the holidaze) What you gonna do for the holidaze? (I'm comin' through to fuck you for the holidaze) Holla at a pimp, holla at a pimp It's that time of year I got a Sack of Scrizzla And meants for the whitening sabber and Chinchilla I know my momma cooked, I can hardly wait I'm hungry so when I come through hand me a plate Or that down hun southern cook connect jam Now easy on the ham, but heavy on the candy jam I see you lookin' at me bugged out (No doubt) Pull up in a bentley straight Thugged out Heavy metal, extreame ghetto and bugs And only converse on my pedal 'cause all I wear is chucks While I'm greasin' G all down on my drawers And you know I plained up like Santa Claus I grind and do what I do to make a not And the Cali weather ain't the only thing that's hot Chicken Hawkin', I stay away from guys that snitchin' And though it's sunny I'm still around hoes 'cause I'm pitchin' Tell ya people that I'm comin' by (Yeah, yeah) Got that shit that'll get ya high (I'm do or die) Talkin' shit 'cause I'm off tonight And you really wanna feel alright I wanna know what you gonna do for the holidaze? (What you wanna do? I'm comin' through for the holidaze) What you gonna do for the holidaze? (I'm comin' through to drink a brew for the holidaze)
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