Get Your Dreidle On / Pudie Tadow

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