Lyrics:
who run it
We was hungover, South Beach was too sunny (yeah)
We out in Joburg, no sleepers, we clubbin'
Catch me out in Europe with my black skin
want no we no want no we no want no yeah we no want no
Just got my nails done
They match my air onces
He buy me ice cubes
To match me air onces
You
y'all hold up
Never thought Ice Cube would show up
But I'm in the studio gettin' *** up
With a beat from Battlecat, a *** lucked up
I got my hustle down,
pretty boys can't be wild niggas?
Loud niggas, O.K. Corral niggas
Foul niggas, runnin' the club and bustin' the crowd nigga
"How nigga?" Ask me again
Throw your ice in the the air, we here
And we all gon' ball 'til the courts up here
Don't give a fuck what them niggas
Think we toting in here (Come on)
player baby listen it's game time
We could take a couple shots break down ya d's
Take it to the hole post up on me
Let me fill the arena
I'll be
And you ain't fusing to the booth bitch
You're a student in my school
That won't shoot shit
Lil tooth pick
To an Ice Cube with a few spliffs
In the studio
a player act foul
I'm a throw a tech
I'm a get respect or I'm a make a mess
Feeling like I'm blessed.
They be playing checkers nigga I be playing chess like
from the streets
to ever show an affection or an aim at direction
when we roll, you're by my side, I feel pride
and my partners got no problems cause
Whats up B. White
Yeah, yeah yeah
Okay, we got B. White on the beat man
Yeah, yeah
Fighting demons I’m protected by these angels
(By these angels)
We're goin' out to the club tonight
Let Fli Fat Funk Playa frost your ice
Got a Zima in the cup and I'm feelin' alright
Got it poppin' on the dance
the heavyweights)
We runnin' from jail
Stackin' that mail, tippin' the scale
(This is for the heavyweights)
Ayo, we live large, big cars, 3D ice
I'm so big,
muthafucka to rocl on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop
Aight, so Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it
Picture a nigga that's raw
with ice
Spit more on J than steak and the shrimp than mo' gon make in they in life
We ain't tripped up, never hiccup from the drink
Pick up where I
the coldest thing since the ice cube
Only thing missing from this beat back in the day was Ice Cube (OKAY)
Yeah I said I'm the best in it, Nigga what?
Only
Bitch, your baby daddy used to
Get work from me (For real though)
We made a promise to take it
To the grave with us
My niggas that did dirt with me (Uh)
Up the only thing that I can't make this shit
I keep the stick
You'll think I got ice cubes on my chain colder den a bitch
Roxy, xanny, addy, Percocet
Geto Boys
(G.B.)'98
We gonna set this shit straight, belive that
Don't you wish sometimes you can be free
Free from incarceration
Free from
The weak get killed
You got to be tuff
I stay with the strap
Cause these niggas run up
I was raised by ogs
Simpson rd know wassup
We just trying to get rich
be alone chilling with the boys in the hood
And more time I'm chilled like an ice cube
But man know about my short fuse
No socket in due time ima
petrified when we meet in my area
My dudes don't shoot until I say so, you got the loot?
Give me the "Yay-Yay!" Like Ice Cube, so don't play with my yayo
electric chairs
And put 'em in a classroom
30 MC's
And set'em free from their doom.
Just like a tomahawk cuts through the wind
When we begin
The wheel
and a twenty dollar stash
Of some of that superb 'erb
She said, "I got the chronic, so fuck whatcha heard"
"Ice Cube do you wanna hit this?
This shit is hype,
be jealous of how god keep on blessings me
Lessons we learn from elders when people feel like they less than me
She love to be topless from Virginia
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