Lyrics:
up it's in the 5 now
5yrs later trying have my kids up in college
Ice cube Busta Rhymes higher learning knowledge
That's the shit ya' girlfriend give
5yrs later trying have my kids in college
Ice cube, Busta rhymes higher learning knowledge.
That’s the shit ya girlfriend give me up in private
Look
to hold me under longer
I'm a motherfucking spiteful, delightful eyeful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you
What did I do? (huh?) I'm just
We Outta Here NIGGA
W.O.H.
I thought I told ya
I thought I told ya
We Out Here NIGGA
Fuck UR feelings
No one cares about'em
Raising up the ceiling
and gouge his fuckin' eyes out
I'm insane by a longshot, hey
Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre
A short nigga with some lonnnnng nuts
Drop you dead
and gouge his fuckin' eyes out
I'm insane by a longshot, hey
Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre
A short nigga with some lonnnnng nuts
Drop you dead
a two and a baby in the Pyrex
At thirty something six O's, baby
I'ma pull up in a Rolls, nigga
I'ma sell me a whole chicken
Ice cubes on me, no
This ain't Sinatra! This ain't the Carter!
I am the "chaperon" nigga who brought ya!
I am the author! This is Holy water!
From the Holy Father
prefer?
The nigga that's gonna sell a fight?
Or the nigga that's gonna end the
Fight when he get in one?
Ya house? Got foreclosed
Your cars? Got repo'd
reppin L.A
Crips, Bloods, homes going loco
My Glock to me, is like Ice Cube and Yo-Yo
Sitting in a low-low, on chrome spinners
Nobody drop nothing this
nigga too late
These niggas is fake these niggas gone hate these niggas too late
Ohh
These niggas too late these niggas too late these niggas too late
Ohh
Talking Drywall,
Quit Showing These Fake Whack Niggas Love We Don’t Like Ya’ll,
I’m Whack Rappers Nightmares I Weigh Heavily On They Conscience,
Not Letting
It's jealous niggas on the lurk still
We had a treaty, so now they goin' back on they first deal
(Aww now they ready to put the lead on ya
How would
on you
Get ya shit chewed
Diamonds on me shinin
Got em lookin like some ice cubes
The way ima pop out
They gon text me like I miss you
If a bitch got
[Ice Cube]
Hey, living in a California cage, y'all trying to study me
Gangbangin' a never die, it's too much love
You always gonna get niggas like
top hat
Ya I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of niggas lyin
They fifth
with the two way tight ones
And as I floss I keeps my nina Ross
Cocked with the clippin' to catch a nigga slippin'
[Chorus]
Ice Cube: Cause if you
hit the road with your fucked up weave.......
(Ice Cube)
How would you like to get a nigga rugged and raw
Outlaw rollin' down the shaw
Don't you want
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
Crack 'em one by one
You niggaz got me fucked up
Fuck a ghostwriter, sittin' in the back
Of the studio tryin' to write a nigga
ghettos that turn good kids into gunmen
I'm wondering if all my niggas fall anything
How the fuck we gon' stand for something?
Impossible's nothing
When ya
That's right, uh, recognize real ghetto vision, nigga
Cleveland, open up ya' doors
I'm in the old school '84 Delta 88
Wit' a ounce but I'm
Man, what's up with these niggas out here
Mad at us cause we on top
I love to see niggas getting money
Better get it while the getting is good
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 legend, in my hood I'm a star
I came up when Ice Cube was a young nigga
B.E. was rebellin' in the city with one high school
But now I'm a legend
I
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