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)