Lyrics:
never made it, probably shoulda been dead or in jail
Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz, asshole, absinthe up in that class
Are we there yet? Ice cubes
Cube in the house from the motherfuckin'
Lench Mob (what's up, nigga?), and yo Ice Cube, I heard you're a singer now
Man what's up? Yo, yo
A bad influence? Yo I don't know
But Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the story should go
Yeah money, that's it, yeah money, that's it
This is Little
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
that on yea yea
Americas most wanted like O`Shea yea
White henny by the case yea
Take a shot for Stanley Kubrick
Give me my space yea
Ice cubes in my
by the guns kids
Them boys from the hood are always hard
Coming talking that trash, we'll pull your card
We on that Eazy and Ice Cube shit
Always keep
sitting court side
All this ice got u frozen like some stage fright
Next up you know Ima steal the spotlight
I feel, I feel like the man now! I ain’t asking
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
killin' it within
Immortal Lowlife The Darker Things In Life
Tre 8 that Ghetto Stories flowin' hard with his might
Ice Cube The Predator Geto Boys Can't Be
don't need no, drama when you call
I don't need no, lies
Pick a side, pick a side
I took the price, and lift that bitch up
I took the ice, let me lift
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
Puttin' ass over cash everyday
Nigga fuck that, this West side
Be gone you fuckin' peon, got the Don furious
Talkin' on the phone got the Federal
wanna vex me
The banni sabi cook, like a king she address me
Hop inna mi ride
Make I dip my D inna your ice
Inna the dark, let me be your shinning light
to introduce my
(My album, my album, my album, my album, my album, my album, my album)
Hope
What's my definition of success? (Of success)
Listening to what
as a dump truck
yo we drank till we throw it up
then we show up to the show down
moving in a hollow moon clean off a good sound
move around town ice
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
This your boy, Trick Trick (Trick Trick, Detroit)
I got my dawg Ice Cube in this motherfucker (Lench Mob)
I got my dawg Lil
[Ice Cube]
Check it hoe shut your mouth and get naked
I'm connected plus I'm makin' hit records
So, if you want to win hop in and take a spin
That's
side knows
The south side knows
The Westside knows
Everyone knows we’ll shut this shit down
I always wanted to grow and be that nigga
In the cool videos
and get a sweater
Ice cubes on my neck and my wrist Your bitch will love me if I let her
Settle down, I can't settle I need it all plus a kettle
Frankie's
Look I put on my snap back whenever I get into my Ice Cube vibes
Today was a good day was playing in my ride
It seems like the game changed whenever
f**k them)
Don't be material a nigga grew up on milk and cereal
I never for got vaness and imperial
Look at my life Ice Cube is a miracle
It could be
(You're as cold as ice)
I still got that real world charm, nigga
Be alarmed
Body armor on, warmer in my palm (NYC)
Where you get the storm before the calm
doin the job
Yo's to Yo-Yo and Ice Cube rollin with the Lench Mob
Shouts out to EMPD and Twin Hype
Mellow Man Ace and the Cypress Hill Tribe
ATL, De
Picture niggaz takin my shit
Chorus
[Ice Cube]
Niggaz never thought they'd see Cube and Biggie
in the year 2000, all drunk and pissy
off whiskey, you can
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