It'z The Holidaze

[Intro]

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

[Ice Cube]

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

[Hook]

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)

[Ice Cube]

Westside Connect Gang-Ga-Gang Connect Gang-Ga-Gang Connect Gang-Ga-Gang

[WC]

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

[Hook]

[Ice Cube]

Holla at a pimp, holla at a pimp

[Mack 10]

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

[Hook]