Coolio - Yo-Ho-Ho lyrics

Yo, Coolio on deck for the two triple
Polar bear in the house, check it biatch!

This goes out to all my thief niggas
My boxer and brief niggas my cheat niggas
My quick to put you to sleep niggas
My hood rats, my get up and go getters
My gold diggers
My single parent family bread winners (what)
My sinners, my ex-lovers, my ex partners
And my homeys that showed me love when
I was rolling in a Datsun
I gotta have one for the haters
For bringing all the players
And the hustlers, and the gangsters
Tell them all I said thank you
And have a drink on me and
When you think on me
You better think on real
I give you something you can feel
The panhandlers, the pill pushers


The?panty weighters?
My down homeys, the clown busters
My never fakers my real family
The ones that gave me 21 knowledge bro
When Coolio lo what nothing but
A prayer and a hope come one come all y'all
But let's get one thing clear
There's a party going on in here

Yo-Ho-Ho and a bottle of Jag
There's a party over here
Go and get you a frank
And a fat ass sack and
A cold Olde English beer
Yo-Ho-Ho and a bottle of Jag
There's a party over here
Go and get you a frank
And a fat ass sack and
A cold Olde English beer

I'm spitting game at the bank
Robbers, the bus driver, the butcher
The guinness at the Lou
Guinness school superintendent
The creatures
And pimping hoes and neighborhood preachers
To those that've never heard of me
I'm trying to reach you my crew niggas
My ready to act the fool niggas
My big balling homeys on a
Mission to cop figures my scrap honey
Going to school trying have some with that
Big round brown to keep
The homeys heart pumping the real ladies
That take care of their own babies
The po-po and politicians that ain't
Playing their game shady
My cap dealers, my penitentiary niggas
Even them, cold ass sharks that's swimming
In the music business
The pre-schoolers, the senior citizens
The mailman
The speaker of the house, the paperboy
The president
Come one come all y'all, but have no fear
There's a party going on in here

Yo-Ho-Ho and a bottle of Jag
There's a party over here
Go and get you a frank
And a fat ass sack and
A cold Olde English beer
Yo-Ho-Ho and a bottle of Jag
There's a party over here
Go and get you a frank
And a fat ass sack and
A cold Olde English beer

Since the far off days, when man first heard
Some scratchy noises on a cylindrical drum
It has been his aim to add breadth
And depth and even where it applies
To come play act the fool

I want to speak upon the little homeys
That was raised in the projects
That could've been anything but was
Forced to join an offset
The homegirls, that had babies at a young age
Only 22 but you know they've seen better days
And my smoker niggas
That got stuck on a crack pipe and them
Hollywood types that's living that fast life
This them act right
And flip your game like a jack knife
All my rapper niggas who did their
Time at the good life my honest homeys
Flipping burgers at Mickey Dees
Fuck what they talking about, love
Go ahead and get your g's
My enemies, please dissipate with all haste
I got homeys with heat in the house
You got 5 minutes grace
All my loves in Japan, Germany, and Amsterdam
London and Compton, Long Beach, Wats
LA and Carson
When I die y'all, better not shed no tears
Just keep the party going on in here

Yo-Ho-Ho and a bottle of Jag
There's a party over here
Go and get you a frank
And a fat ass sack and
A cold Olde English beer
Yo-Ho-Ho and a bottle of Jag
There's a party over here
Go and get you a frank
And a fat ass sack and
A cold Olde English beer