Lyrics:
And if I hit the switch I can make the ass drop
Growing up they said the west had no lyricists
Can you imagine growing up hearing this?
So I
slap in the middle of the square. This was followed by five or six others, though we didn’t wait to see them burst.
Narrator:
In fact there had been
In the club Ace of Spades, ice cold
But I bet the faint of heart can't trump my suit, oooo
Name a motherfucka who gone stop this or top this
A tall
they say is true but it's bogus
And now ya realizing I didn't sign up for this
So ya shake the Cobb Webbs and boss up on ya boldness
Bitchhh yolo
Now I'm
Had to get my money up by the weekend
Posted up in the stu with the Reese's
Break a clingy bitch off like a Kit Kat
All she wanna do is drag me
never knew ya
Cause to kick it man it gives me the fits
They wanna lay with they nose under your armpits
Ice Cube won't wait so give it up cow
After we do
on August 21st
This summer was by far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse (My_Kayla you hear me?)
Now I'm 3 cousins down
And my
a four by four
She knowed it
She know this
Yeah she already know that
Still remember when we didn't know shit
She holla'd at me with the focus
She said
the bottom
It ain't shit change (Damn)
Had to ice up my body like I got wrist pain
(Yes, sir)
Neck strain, team is on my back (Yes, sir)
Still we schemin' for
underdogin'
Don't mean we under yall, and
On tour like a motherfucka gettin tha dough,
Everybody know we come to ball, and
I've never had to explain, scared
money fuck the fame
Your ass still begging for money
Pussy boy we ain't the same
Bitch i'm cold as ice
I'm just trying to hide all the pain
I remember
Ice, Aye
Lately I've been wondering, have you ever wore the same pair of shoes till the soles had holes
Here lately, I been wondering, if you feel me
Young ballers in the town livin' real phat
Never had the sack but I smoked a little crack
Crushed up in the weed, we call em bass rock Caddies
Goin'
livin' real phat
Never had the sack but I smoked a little crack
Crushed up in the weed, we call 'em bass rock Caddies
Goin' on them grimmies make them ho's
I had, I had, I had some fun with that one right there
That shit is takin' me back
Word 'em up, word 'em up
Ayo, how many people ready for this
and the door still locked
I don't knock, but the Hit-Boy beats do
Welcome to the Surf Club and we brought the beach too
Westside connected, Ice Cube, Dub C
muthafucka to rocl on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop
Aight, so Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it
Picture a nigga that's raw
I had to change the mood
Cause lately I've been feelin like its past due
This Girl just said she love me, love her latitude
But Riding only solo
'em off somethin" - [Ice Cube]
[Chorus:]
"Back to the criminal set... but they can't catch me yet" - Ice Cube
Don't trip you might break your neck
Pull up with my head high
Highly flavored yuh
They wan kill my vibe
Maybe later uh
Kool like my name
Ice Cube in this thang
What it do, what it do
Says I’m hella different and she’s liking it too
Doesn’t want no children so we do what we do
I done fucked up and gone off the deep end
Came back twice
featuring Chuck D, Ice Cube, Ice-T, MC Lyte
[Ice-T]
That's fucked up... where your bodyguards at Godfather?
Chillin
[Chuck
the street up
Ice Cube, nigga, you better D up
And when I come by bitch, you better be up
Ass up, face in the pillow
I don't give a fizzle
Got ta do my
There once was this girl i knew named Bridgette
She asked me was my dick a grown man or a midget
Of course i had to show her all my balls ring ding
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