Lyrics:
to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!)
And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get WICKED!
One, two, three and I come with the wicked
style
Cold ways
Cold game
Ice cube nigga like o'shea
Subzero sliding if you wanna play
Brains on the floor like mk
I'm in the gutter it's no shame
six
The reason I'm rapping
To express my self
They gone disrespect you
So respect yourself
Cool as Ice Cube just check yo self
Getting Love sick
Better check your
ahead my dog just do ya thing
Custom AP with the cuban link
Put my chains on so strong that's my armor link when I slide on that beat ice skater
Candy ass
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these bitches
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that young nigga live in, yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these bitches
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that young nigga live in yeah
That
To let me drop her off by this nigga
Off the river
She ridin with me thinkin that it's cool and shit
She don't think I know that she let her live
hard headed for the fame
No this ain't a game, no this ain't a race
People gonna love me, some gonna hate
This other nigga was tryna fight me the other
honestly so close
A nigga might walk
Matter fact when we get back
We cuttin' lights off
And Ima buss ya ass like a bubble in the park
We makin' like it's art
the chips
See law ain't no good unless two dice hit
Hate me even if I didn't ice my shit
Fuck niggas, make that money and lots of it
Sold four million
Nights and ice for the Ruckers, I know the summer's coming
Dyckman, double parked, all the niggas just love the frontin'
I'm like, "fuck it nigga, then
the Menace
Mike Epps and Ice Cube, I was quiet and timid
Jermaine held me down, yeah, that's my nigga
My pops give me good shit talk and wisdom
I plan
is gone hate
Real G's is happy foe ya
It's Mack Dime on the grind
Fool it's my time to shine
Now would you niggas kick back
And let
is gone hate
Real G's is happy foe ya
It's Mack Dime on the grind
Fool it's my time to shine
Now would you niggas kick back
And let
the sloppiest nigga
Hold up
Different batch
This Gotti
Getting money
im feeling like Gotti
Gett too it by any means
Nobody can stop me
Grind hard
Juss too
like a stick up
Cus they do not fuck with you niggas
Who fuck with you niggas
Stop lying
Know you hate it when you hear I'm in town
Got some pretty women
the gone hate
& Girl I swear you always on my mind.
See ya girl, I love the way ya grind
See ya girl, I love the way ya shine
Baby nothin lesser den a dime
Foreigns show me more love than my own folks
Ice Cube either don't know or don't show
Big gas cloud puffing out of my nose
Get cash I ain't got time to be
felt
Ego like a ice cube
Let that bitch melt
I love how you make my soul feel
And ouu it's feeling so real
When the loves right here
When the loves right
Perriering
Niggas still hatin' so much hate I need a
AK now you should probably pay me
Hey man I been a player
You could check your raise
Niggas lookin'
nobody
If it did how a nigga say he love you and then kill ya
In these streets cant trust nobody
It's just body for a body
Everybody want the scrilla
See
hate, let it break to the flame
Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupt and fucked in this shit
Stuck, niggas
There's a fine line between love and hate you see
Came way too late but baby I'm on it,
And there's a fine line between love and hate you see
Can't
told ya twice
Love take ya life with this shot gun
Another game over night
Ask my wisdom I gets up in them
Quickly make straight niggas
Turn strictly
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