Coolio - Yo-Ho-Ho lyrics

Yo, Coolio on deck for the two triple Polar bear in the house, check it. b*atch! This goes out to all my thief n***as, my boxer and brief n***as My cheat n***as, my quick to put you to sleep n***as My hood rats, my get up and go getters My gold diggers, my single parent family bread winners (what) My sinners, my ex-lovers, my ex-partners And my homeys that showed me love when I was rolling in a Datsun I gotta have one for the haters For bringing all the players, and the hustlers, and the gangsters Tell them all I said thank you And have a drink on me and when you think on me You better think on real, I give you something you can feel The panhandlers, the pill pushers, the ???panty weighters??? My down homeys, the clown busters, my never fakers My real family, the ones that gave me 21 knowledge bro When Coolio lo what nothing but a prayer and a hope Come one come all y'all, but let's get one thing clear There's a party going on in here CHORUS: Yo-Ho-Ho and a bottle of Jag, there's a party over here Go and get you a frank, and a fat a** sack and a cold Olde English beer. X2 I'm spitting game at the bank robbers, the bus driver, the butcher The guinness at the Lou Guinness school superintendent The creatures, and pimping hoes and neighborhood preachers To those that've never heard of me, I'm trying to reach you My crew n***as, my ready to act the fool n***as My big balling homeys on a mission to cop figures My scrap honey, going to school trying have some with that Big round brown to keep the homeys heart pumping The real ladies, that take care of their own babies The po-po and politicians that ain't playing their game shady My cap dealers, my penitentiary n***as Even them, cold a** sharks that's swimming in the music business The pre-schoolers, the senior citizens, the mailman The speaker of the house, the paperboy, the president Come one come all y'all, but have no fear There's a party going on in here CHORUS: Yo-Ho-Ho and a bottle of Jag, there's a party over here Go and get you a frank, and a fat a** sack and a cold Olde English beer. X2 Since the far off days, when man first heard some scratchy noises on a cylindrical drum, it has been his aim to add breadth and depth and even where it applies, to come play act the fool I want to speak upon the little homeys That was raised in the projects That could've been anything but was forced to join an offset The homegirls, that had babies at a young age Only 22 but you know they've seen better days And my smoker n***as, that got stuck on a crack pipe And them, hollywood types that's living that fast life This them act right, and flip your game like a jack knife All my rapper n***as who did their time at the good life My honest homeys, flipping burgers at Mickey Dees f** what they talking about, love, go ahead and get your g's My enemies, please dissipate with all haste I got homeys with heat in the house, you got 5 minutes grace All my loves in Japan, Germany, and Amsterdam London and Compton, Long Beach, Wats, LA and Carson When I die y'all, better not shed no tears Just keep the party going on in here CHORUS: Yo-Ho-Ho and a bottle of Jag, there's a party over here Go and get you a frank, and a fat a** sack and a cold Olde English beer. X2