Get Your Dreidel On

Yo, it's Hanukkah time right about now
We be dreidelin'
We about to set it
Baby, go get your dreidel on
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Get your dreidel on
All of my homies in Santa Monica celebrate Hanukkah
And my peeps in the streets are in for every one of those
Eight nights of lights
And a menorah of
Motherfucking fantasy of fun, all rolled into one
See the thing is, I'm not really Jewish
But Mike said, Kil, won't you come down
So I hopped up to do this
Through this time of eight days
We all come together and celebrate
We grub lots of matzos and latkes, a.k.a. potato pancakes
3, 2, 1
Hanukkah, Hanukkah, Hanukkah
Oh, what a lot of fun
Here I go again, once again
No I don't mean to offend
I grub all my gefilte fish, mmm, as quick as I can
Then I light a candle and, ouch
Whoops, I just burned my hand
Don't really matter though, because I got to go
And down some Manischewitz wine
Yeah, now I'm feeling just fine
Yo, Mikey in the temple, all up on the beamer, eating
Halvah, halvah
You know I'll be cleaner than a shiny silver platter of chocolate chip macaroons
My afro leaving Mike shadows as I step in the room
You heard Hanukkah was coming and it's coming correct
Lighting candles, open presents, showing family respect
To the creator of the earth and of the fruit of the vine
Manischewitz flowing large, like it ain't got the time, yo
Because we be eatin halvah, halvah
With salt and butter
That's right
Hanukkah 2001, y'all
We be dreidelin'
We're out of here
Shalom fo' sheezy my neezy