Lyrics:
Getting down for the one which we believe in
1993, much more bounce
Ice cube comin' with the half ounce
Not just knee deep, jeep fulla smog
Atomic dog
Like
stuff! Aw do that
Stuff!"
But ya got to be, you got to be a freak of the week
For the top gun, hit you with the bop gun
One nation under a groove
stuff! Aw do that
Stuff!"
But ya got to be, you got to be a freak of the week
For the top gun, hit you with the bop gun
One nation under a groove
People, it's time for the Ice crush
So listen to my words I bring much
Sense, as I commence, my lyrics intense
Your telephoto, break out your big
Bangladesh, crouched
Over his MacBook, cocks his head to
The side the engineer, Cruz, who
Has been dropping ice cubes into the
Base of an enormous hookah
Puts
[Ice Cube]
Damn, I'm sweatin like a nigga at a white woman funeral
"Lench Mob.."
"Civilize a 85er" -> Grand Puba
Huh, break 'em off somethin
Give me your tired and your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
Icebreaker!
I know a silent nation in dislocation
Frustration from
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
that I can rock a funk rhyme
Hey yo, ice-cube chillin
Cause we got the gats and knack to see the kids top billin
Impressionalist, not
me, but we were pen pals for years
I think he was put off by my owning guns
But it's a difficult area that my family lives in
We got death threats
I'm made equal with My Creator
There's no on else that is greater
I'm made equal with My Creator
There's no on else that is greater
I used to bop
ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
Uhh, the lesson from
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
freedom of speech
Yeah - see, that's how we had to do that
Yo, I gotta give it up to all my homeboys
That got freedom of speech
Yo, Cold 187
Ice Cube
freedom of speech
Yeah - see, that's how we had to do that
Yo, I gotta give it up to all my homeboys
That got freedom of speech
Yo, Cold 187
Ice Cube
album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
rises to the top
See pop ain't where I'm coming from
So haul to the left and don't forget to bring your Bop Gun
Do that stuff like you knew (Shorty B)
don't give a shit who's got a deal
Cause if the game was a tray full of ice cubes
I'm the coldest and the hardest still
They thought the All Over
the game was a tray full of ice cubes
I'm the coldest and the hardest still
They thought the "All Over The House" video would crush me
Last week I did five
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
about a God damn Grammy?
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn Grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by
have Grateful Dead"
It ain't what you know, it's who you know bro
That's why I'm not on your radio and your video show
It's gettin kinda hectic
And I
hype on the mic
Yeah, they never get it right
That's why you see we gotta thank God, y'all
For niggas like Ice Cube
'cause they'll tell the record
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