Lyrics:
smoked like Smokey
Take you back to school get coached by Smokey
Brownie the man on the walkie talkie
Ice cream man got Hokey Pokey
It's passionate we
[Ice Cube]
Yo Jinx man, we gotta find somebody that's down for hers, man
All these girls simple man, who you think fit the category?
[Yo-Yo]
[Ice Cube]
Yo Jinx man, we gotta find somebody that's down for hers, man
All these girls simple man, who you think fit the category?
[Yo-Yo]
[Ice Cube]
Yo Jinx man, we gotta find somebody that's down for hers, man
All these girls simple man, who you think fit the category?
[Yo-Yo]
roads covered with ice
Wheels spin on the ground like a ton of little mice
It’s suffice, though, so away I go
Leave the parking lot, slide off to the left
hoes on me, i push 'em aside
Playerground boy, rules i don't abide
Barely 3 inches but she still wanna ride
Me and the gang go bussing
Don't wanna be
as cubes in ya ice tea
I used to dream 'bout a Benz now I own like 3
I gotta wine-colored V, with the wine-colored V
And reclined leather seats, I ain't
Die by the game
It's in my blood
Cause real niggas don't change
Hustle first and ball later man
Guaranteed everything gone be greater man
Real niggas
shit, word to Tupac Shakur's halo
One blood, plural, nigga I'm spendin' Euro's
Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough
I'm up out the hood, where
Samsung
Every time I drive it's a hack, yelling "And One"
Showing all these 20's on the Gram get yo bands up
You 4th & inches to the bag so why yo man punt
Prr
It's a loud one
Jah protec my soul and make me whole
I want the Ice on My Neck (huh)
Gucci on my Belt
Flood my Wrist with Patek (huh)
Ball so
it takes to make 'em jell
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostes' on the ball
They could go to Elsa Maxwell
comittee
Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
Chronic low ridin bitches with silicon tities
(we gon bounce and ball until the wheels
high (hey)
Da duh duh, I get superman high (hey)
Yeah, what it is?
Ball up in the club with 50 hundred-dollar bills,
Right hand ice 'cause I got
One Two Three Ima need three bitches to slide Throw a Party buss it Down man its time to go ride
All these baddies flying past lookin like
Nicki
your pocket, I'm under your skin
I'm not very patient, I don't want to dance
You are not hot if your ice isn't thin
Blood isn't cold if it don't make you
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice cube]
It's the dog breathin' through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster s***
Don
Gucci is what they call me
Six months I lost it
Now bitch I ball it
Twenty-eight inches
Got me standin' really tall man
Tearin' up the mall
This is
Flipping Benjamin's, my money in rubberbands
3 a.m I'm still working
Palms itching blunt burning
Designer clothes lil bitch I'm surfing
Dripping ice like
shots per second! (GUNS.)
Not only that, it weighs just six and a quarter pounds, and it's
Only ten and a half inches long. (GUNS.)
Hello, my name is
Let's have a toast, let's go and drink the best to the good life
Diamonds in my cup, drinking ice, it's a chill life
Exotic band bitches imported
inches
Yeah
Missed death by some inches
Missed death by some inches
I know I'm better without it
Indeed I don't doubt it
But everything starts with a crave
mines with inches to be more specific
Say no to drill, we set the trends
We don't just ball, we bend the rim
Ten toes tall, we stand to win
But they
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
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