Letra Get your dreidle on Incubus

Get your dreidle on

Yo, it's Hanukkah time right about now We be dreidlein' We 'bout to set it Baby go get your dreidle on Get your dreidle on (Chris) All of my homies in Santa Monica celebrate Hanukkah And my peeps in the streets are shvitzing for every one of those 8 nights of lights And a menorah of Muthafuckin' 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 8 days We all come together and celebrate We grub lots of matzas and latkas, a.k.a. potato pancakes Get Your Dreidle On (Jose) 3, 2, 1 Hanukkah, Hanukkah, Hanukkah Oh, what a lotta 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, 'cause I gotta go And down some Manischewitz wine Yeah now I'm feelin just fine (Mike) Yo, Mikey in the temple, all up on the beamer, eatin Hallavah, hallavah You know I'll be cleaner than a shiny silver platter of chocolate chip macaroons My afro leavin Mike shadows as I step in the room You heard Hanukkah was comin and it's comin correct Lightin candles, open presents, giving family respect To the creator of the earth and of the fruit of the vine Manischewitz flowin large, like it ain't got the time, yo 'Cause we be eatin hallavah, hallavah With salt and butta' That's right Hanukkah 2001, y'all We be dreidlein' We're outta here Shalom fo sheezy my neezy