It's The Holidaze Lyrics - Westside Connection

Tell ya people that I'm comin' by 

(Yeah, yeah) 

Got that shit that'll get ya high 

(Holla at a pimp) 

Talkin' shit 'cuz I'm off tonight 

And you really wanna feel alright 

Cook somethin' serve somethin', like George Girv somethin' 

Fingaroll Michael Irv somethin', smoke sometin' 

'Cuz 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 'cuz 

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 'cuz 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 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 

'Cuz 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 'cuz 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 'cuz 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 'cuz 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 'cuz 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)