Luyện nghe bài hát It's The Holidaze

Tell ya people I'm comin' by
(Yeah, yeah)
Got shit that'll get ya high
(Holla at a pimp)
Talkin' shit I'm off tonight
And you really feel alright

Cook serve somethin', like George Girv somethin'
Fingaroll Michael Irv somethin', sometin'
'Cuz it's the holidaze, get ya dolla daze, pop a colla
I'm come through the brand new light blue
Ready to eat n' shit, niggas can't compete my
Got the whole on the law, so mine's be jealous

Like that marcellous but don't get overzealous
And try to ball a nigga who play double headas 'cuz
pull out the double wettas
Cock 'em back and treat you like you met us
So this year fill ya heart wit' cheer or nigga
Holla if ya clear nigga, it's Ice Cube you can call me tha
I got your list but I ain't buyin' you shit

Tell ya people I'm comin' by
(Yeah, yeah)
Got that shit get ya high
(I'm on my way)
Talkin' shit 'cuz I'm off
And you wanna feel alright

I wanna know what you do for the holidaze?
(You know, I'm comin' for the holidaze)
you gonna do for the holidaze?
(I'm comin' to scoop you for the holidaze)

Westside Connect
gang-ga-gang
Connect

Ba boom, who stepped in the room
Off the liquor loc C-walkin' under the
Shoppin' cookies, bag full of
Smokin' out your city this blue berry sticky icky
WC off the hinges my
And them high switchez for a Ghetto Christmas
Hit the block flossin', I to rap
Three with the Konjak on my bud nyya

Gangsta got 'em lookin' my way
I got the new "West Class" in the drive-way
the corner, put it up on ya
Like threelik swing, swing, bling
Mad hoggin, bouncin, beer
niggaz wit' the carrots in my ear
Another currin' out the gate, stack big heads
Dub tryin' get me Tween some scared

Tell ya that I'm comin' by
(Skip, skip)
Got that that'll get ya high
(Don't trip)
shit 'cuz I'm off tonight
And you really feel alright

I wanna know what you gonna do for the
(Say what I'm comin' for the holidaze)
What you do for the holidaze?
(I'm comin' through to you for the holidaze)

Holla at a pimp, holla at a

It's that time of year I got a Sack of
And meants for the sabber and Chinchilla
I my momma cooked, I can hardly wait
I'm hungry so I come through hand me a plate
Or that down hun southern cook jam
Now easy on the ham, but on the candy jam
I see you at me bugged out
(No doubt)

Pull up in a bentley straight out
Heavy metal, extreame ghetto and
And only on my pedal 'cuz all I wear is chucks
While I'm greasin' G all on my drawers
And you know I plained up like Claus
I grind and do I do to make a not
And the Cali weather ain't the thing that's hot
Chicken Hawkin', I stay away from that snitchin'
And though it's I'm still around hoes 'cuz I'm pitchin'

Tell ya people that I'm by
(Yeah, yeah)
Got that shit get ya high
(I'm do or die)
Talkin' shit 'cuz I'm off
And you wanna feel alright

I wanna know you gonna do for the holidaze?
(What you wanna do? I'm comin' for the holidaze)
What you do for the holidaze?
(I'm comin' through to a brew for the holidaze)