Lyrics:
forget to pick up some pampers and milk.
Also I chose pickles, and Ice Cream.
I think I'm pregnant, smile Kirk, your finally
Gonna be a father, oh yeah,
Ngbo shey ofe fi kekere lo salagbon ni
Mama i was offered a lot by the street
I follow the goods but the bad I insist
Some temptation I got to resist
I
locked up about 5, 6 times a week
And then a made bond, take it from the profit of the weed
All this just to feed my seeds, yeah
[Hook]
I got a stop
[intro]
The westcoast warlord.
Tha grime wizard
Ice cube
Mothafucking head so big they
Call him jack n tha box.
[verse 1]
Ima superhero, like Lou
on the thrown, I am the latest
I am the bravest, go toe to toe with the giants
I ain't afraid of you niggas, I'll end up fading you niggas
'Fore it's all said
I remember comin' from Haiti growin' up in Brooklyn
On Flatbush got my first sneakers tooken
Learn the game quick so I got my first device
Mom
down to the street top
Black police showin' out for the white cop
Ice Cube will Swarm
On any motherfucker in a blue uniform
Just 'cause I'm from the CPT
Ice Cube shit, fuck the po-po
No, Ice Ts, Coco logo for that bobo
So road, roll on the low low
I know most won't pose for the photo
Boardroom full
'm so hood)
And I got these golds up in my mouth
If you get closer to my house
Then you know what I'm taking 'bout, I'm out the hood
And if you feel
I remember comin' from Haiti growin' up in Brooklyn
On Flatbush got my first sneakers tooken
Learn the game quick so I got my first device
Mom
crazy
I'm back by unpopular demand,
Least he still poppin' in Japan
Shoppin' in Milan, hoppin' out the van
Screams from the fans
"Yeezy, always knew
Hallelujah, K dot'll do ya
Quicker than a porno star
Jump on my dick y'all
And get fucked by the millisecond
Duck when I pull the weapon
From out
a snack
some Salt And Pepper on a burger.
Ice Cube T
or if you prefer the
taste of honey Kid
ride in my Capri and
that's the joint
they got the real clear
of the projects
From the day you were born
Street's Disciple
Yeah, disciple of the projects
Plug the mics up, I'm ready to rock, knockin
Reminiscing
ghetto business
Yo, drinks and weed son
Never seeds son
I got what you need son
Its all ghetto business
Yo this is for the senile
Walking
cores is ghetto business
Yo, drinks and weed son
Never seeds son
I got what you need son
Its all ghetto business
Yo this is for the senile
Walking
Stick up, hands in the air
You move, you lose 'cause the ICE don't care
No chance to run, don't shout
Flinch an inch I'm gonna take you out
Grand
like a big shot
'Cause I'm Kid Rock
Smooth as an ice cube
Cool as an igloo
And more complex, than a rubix cube
A healthy wealthy young one with
my niggas ride, you won't leave with a dime
Motherfucker
Yeah, yeah
I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga,
to leave
I got another trick up my sleeve
Step with pep to the back of the house
Looked in, all the lights are out
Grabbed the door and it's locked, so
Yeah, yeah
Blaze one for the nation
Brr
Brr
Brr
I got lyrics that wake up spirits
They told me how to make big hits and spend digits
Can you
I'm Shamoo
In that big body with the wet paint
I got some pocket change from selling wet weight
Today is a good day, ice cubes on my chest
Looking
so I suggest and dopa.
[Chorus x2: Dre]
[Hook: Dre]
[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Yeah I wake up in the ghetto tryin dream a couple mill, I'm forced to get,
[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil
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