Lyrics:
as a body count?
You don't bang heavy metal
Last time you seen a Body Count on your hands
Was when Ice T put his first album out
You ain't a gangster you're
If you know me well you know
I hate those stinky cocks
They smell so goddamn awful like
A batch of unwashed socks
My drip is forever my Ice is DOOM:
been lost
By the time you hear this song
There'll be plenty niggas gone
Talkin' 'bout six feet under grass
While the killers be at home
Now my
Dealing with a buffer when you're coming from the gutters
I'ma spit fire though wire of microphones
I'ma retire on piles of ice and gold
Bout to sit by
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
Ganja hula nie zamula
Kręci się zielona chmura
Wnosimy o postulat by posadzić ganje dziś na tronie króla
Kiedy wchodzimy na te bity to wiadomo co się
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
against me, in my way
Aye aye aye
I do not play
Wanna talk all gangster online
Come run my fade
On my ice cube vibes
Today’s a good day
Only thing I’m
glisten
Call for money to make you rich
And baby follow bitches to get your dick wet
Stare at fear and it melts like ice cube
Met my demons and they're all
nigga
‘Already know how I’m rockin’
I changed...
Not for profit
My range...
Like Reggie Miller
8 ball corner pocket
Ayo...
Big ice cubes in my short
into two face
Picture me red in the head, it ain't kool aid
Homies made a new wave
I was skipping school days like Spike Lee
Ice T
Ice Cube
Type 2
Who
the air out ya windpipe
Know a lot of niggas get left so I speak right
Clean, nice dude, ice cubes, bitch, ice cream
Eddie in the cut with the clutch,
hand, Ice Cube, Hollow tips, Ice T
Riding round town with the flat screen
I told ya that doja in my napsack, Papoose
Run with the gat loose
I don't want
Yea we flyin hoe
Y'all gon hate it
When we hit the milestones
I done tried and told em
Gotta ride along
I'm the Ice Cube
Bitch I'm ice cold
Y'all think
The album is a gift like a present on your birthday
21 and Drake on the same song as EVREY
Listen up, you might learn a lesson
No time to question, it's me
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
and swallow
Look I been living my life
Bullshittin’ when I write songs
Especially talkin’ bout havin’ ice on and I
Could barely keep my lights on
Niggas played
the entirety of this song
Make sure you like or follow my page or whatever and more importantly check me out on Spotify, Apple Music, or wherever you stream
Gangstas make the world go round
Hittin' vicks for the '96 nigga
Gangstas make the world go round
Westsiiide!
Gangstas make the world go round
Ice Cube
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
live from the frontline
I oughta be a owner watching my team play from the sky box
One ice cube in my cognac in my socks
Red phone ringing need
me pull up to the Stu we locking in
Made a couple hits & then I slid on one with Craig
Ice cube on my wrist been saving all my Benjamin's
I told you
of it
And my shit is cold but not ice cream so hoes not topping it
Got the ball and not dropping it
Cause it's TMC
Kyn, double C's y'all niggas not
girlfriend
Then she smiled and she turned around at looked at her drink
Picking up the glass
And swirling the ice cubes around and around
And they started
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