Westside Connection It's The Holidaze текст песни, слова песни It's The Holidaze Westside Connection
Westside Connection - It's The Holidaze
Tellin' people that I'm comin by
Got dat shit that'll get you high
Talkin shit cause I'm off tonight
And your really gunna feel alrite
[Ice Cube:]
Cook sumthin' serve sumthin'
Like George Gerb sumthin'
Finger roll Michael Irv sumthin'
Smoke sumthin' [echoes]
Cause it's da holidaze
Get ya dolla dayz
Pop a collar blaze
I come through with a brand new light blue
Ready to eat in shit, niggas compete my shit
Got tha whole family on tha lawn
Sum eyess git jealous like that bitch but so...
But don't git over jealous
And try to ball with a nigga who play double headaz 'cause I pull out them double wettas
Knock em' back and treat you like you neva met us
So this year fill your heart with cheer I'm just a pimp muggen holla if we crip thuggin'It's ice cube you can call me the grinch
Got your christmas list but I ain't buyin' you shit bitch
[Chorus]
[Hook: Ice Cube]
Watcha gon do for tha holidaze?
(You know...)
(I'm comin through for tha holidaze)
Watcha gon do for da holidaze?
(I'm comin through to scoop you for da holidaze)
[WC:]
VABOOM! guess who stepped in the room off the liquor loc c-walkin' under the misteltoe choppin' cookies bag full of goodies spittin' out yo city with this blueberry sticky icky dub-c off the hindges with riches and I'm hittin' hot switches for the ghetto fuckin' christmas hit the block flossin' I gots to rap three wheelin' with the cognac on my breathe Neeah! gangsta gangsta got em lookin' my way cause I got the new west class in the driveway bendin' the the corner puttin' it on ya like three licks swing swing bling bling mad doggin' bouncin' sippin' beer blinding neeahs with them carrots in my ears another year another day stack them big heads dub tryin' to get between some legs NEEAH!
[Chorus]
[Mack 10:]
It's that time of year I got a sack of scrilla and minks for the wife and sable in chinchilla I know I'm hooked I could hardly wait I'm hungry so when I come through hand me a plate for that down home southern cookin' that jam now easy on the ham but heavy on the candy yams I see you lookin' at me bugged out no doubt pullin' in a bentley straight thugged out heavy metal extremely ghetto with bucks and only converse on my pedals cause all I wear is chucks while I'm twisted g'd up down on my drawls and you know I'm flamed up like santa clause I grind and do what I do to make a knot and the cali weather ain't the only thang that's hot chickin' hawkin' I stay away from guys that snitchin' though it's sunny I'm still around slow cause' I'm pigeon get it.
[Chorus]
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