Lyrics
I’m comin from the Tribe and I ain’t talkin bout quest
I mean the people with the Chai hangin over their chest
Friday night, shabbos dinner, got the Levitts in the House
With their bubbe always pourin Manischewitz in my mouth
Challah back (challah back) if what I’m saying rings true
Get them graggers in the air and make some noise for this Jew
[Chorus]
They call me…Chozinn, cuz that’s my people
We prayin in the shul, not under the steeple
Yea I’m, Chozinn, you’d better believe
Mezuzah on the door I’m representin’ the Heebs
[x2]
Rollin’ into Minyan lookin badass like a villain
Got the tallis on my shoulders, arm and head with t’fillin
Always thinkin bout gelt, I ain’t talkin bout sweets
You can find me late at night, spinnin’ dreidel in the streets
I got the shiksas all hot, they want my kosher soul
But ain’t no way I’m showin them my sheet with the hole
I’m texting Rivkah, Chana, Sarah, Leah, Rochel
Always mack the JDate, the Hebraic Brothel
[Chorus]
They call me…Chozinn, cuz that’s my people
We prayin in the shul, not under the steeple
Yea I’m, Chozinn, I rhyme with precision
Faster than the moyel at my circumcision
[x2]
That’s right, Chozinn is here, and I’m lookin irate
You got your milk and your meat on the same [oy vey] plate
I don’t eat pork, bacon, lobster or shrimp
And I’mma be the first one make the OU pimp
We got our matzoh ball, kugel, rugelach, gefilte fishes
Head on down to Yonah Schimmels - his knish is delicious
I can spend a few more shekels just to keep it gourmet
Cuz my brother the accountant does my 401(k)
