Lyrics:
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
we both got hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got
the club, I'm duolete, do for talk and mack 'em trick
What is it like? Tossing 'em hoes
And rolling on fools on them fo's
Flossing 'em chain, we doing
we both got hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got
And everywhere I go it's a must, I keep it ghetto
[Chorus: x 2]
Ice Cube: Cause if you fuck with us we leave scars
Mack 10: Motherfucker crime pays in 10
To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick
Quote for quote, who tote like this
Hit the Club Jig, on some Wes Snipe shit
Snatchin' all
the Oakland Raiders
At the club we dance with a gangsta limp
Players pop collars and pose like a pimp
Strike out in the fall, ridin a haul
Now who the hell
[Baby]
ey
you know
t-keezy
it's your boy bird beezy baby
you know
we're gonna take this one straight to the clubs
up in the club
looking for a player
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
to the chin, Ice Cube'll blast they ass til the end
With my pistol, runnin' from Da Lench Mob
Is how you survive in South Central
Kick the instrumental,
to the chin, Ice Cube'll blast they ass til the end
With my pistol, runnin' from Da Lench Mob
Is how you survive in South Central
Kick the instrumental,
to find
Another rapper smart as me
Maybe Jay-Z, 2Pac, C-U-B-E
But Oprah'd rather put Superhead on TV
Now whatcha white audience gon'
Think about we the same
"In world news today: officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan, alias
Scarface, must be stopped
After being monitored by Secret Service agents for
[Featuring Westside Connection]
West syy eed
Huh niggaz be like wonderin where tha Ice Cream Man been at
I been down South countin my
intend to rush me
Part two, and only God can judge me
From the ghetto to the pen
Can you comprehend?
And all the real players, pour out some Hen
This my
chemistry (hell yea)
I`m an original rapper, retrospected by plenty, hated by people
Me, 40, we took it back as street soldier
You got my back I got your
gettin' swolled, but gettin' dubbed by a gold digger
[silkk]
Now some choose to pimp hoes, and some hoes pimp them
Whatever it may be, everybody against
Right about now, I'm about to show you how good we are (I'm in the club, I'm)
(Good), I look so, (good), the car look
(Good), I'm in the hood, and I'm
nothing changed but the jewels
You still paying dues, when we should be laying on the cruise
Some ice cubes, playing with ya boobs, knawmean
[Chorus]
Might be a feen when I’m on the mic
Cuz you ice cold and I’m cube ice
Y’all about to see my worth
Tag on a name brand purse
Started from the day I birthed
a bear,
Just to have the chance to enlightnen another player,
(o boy)
You can keep it g and take it to another level,
(keep it Gangsta!)
Keep it real be
spot 'cause we both got hot?
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweetie I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be
(Where you get it from boo?)
I don't even know ma
We played Lo Bar on the dance floor, nah
V.I.P.s where the niggas gettin' dough are
Rap star, trap star
niggas, you ain't got the guts
Ridin' dirt bikes with your ass on some nuts
Now you can pop a wheelie to that!
I went from B-more to New York to Philly
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