Westside Connection - It’z The Holidaze lyrics
[Westside Connection - It’z The Holidaze lyrics]
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 sometin' serve sometin'
Like George Girv sometin'
Fingaroll Michael Irv sometin'
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 mines 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 holidays?
(You know
I'm comin' through for the holidays)
What you gonna do for the holidays?
(I'm comin' through to scoop
You for the holidays)
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 C-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' niggas wit' the carrots in my ear
Another currin' out the gate
Stack them big heads
Dub tryin get me 'tween some scared nyya
Holla at a pimp, holla at a pimp
It's that time of year I
Got a Sack of Scrizzla
And minks for the wifey, sable 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, extreme 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’m flamed 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