Lyrics:
of the Year grammy goes to
That nigga you love to have Ice Cube
The nasty ass group award goes out to 2 Live Crew
The High Roller of the industry award goes
Tryna get rich and that cork in right
Grab me the beaker, I'll measure the white
Heat up the water drop it in pot
Baking soda and ice cubes make it
gon' rule like me
Keep it true like me, Cole you might be
Like the new Ice Cube, meets the new Ice-T
Meets 2 Live Crew, meets the new Spike Lee
Meets
triggers, fuckin up the game
But me you can't tame, an outlaw like Jesse James
We got east versus west, bullet-proof tef' vest
Who's the best? But let it
you freaks lookin'
When we walk by, pussy start cookin'
Rookies start tookin'
Get your ass up, V.I.P. section's gettin' tooken
Might dance, might not
Hunnid Gs
Bone crusher, I'm like the hood's top celebrity
Long dick ya chick like my rap's longevity
Colder than a glass of ice cubes, I got 'em
Hunnid Gs
Bone crusher, I'm like the hood's top celebrity
Long dick ya chick like my rap's longevity
Colder than a glass of ice cubes, I got 'em
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
through you
Just like I'll do, Butch Cassidy
I'm so cool
Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool
I'm so cool I that I sweat ice cubes when I'm
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
Dre had the back and Eazy had the front
(I'm behind Ice Cube cause that's where the line started)
Bitch gettin' dogged by the doc and N.W.A.
Dogged
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]
Mack 10 you know you rule hip-hop and
Ice Cube you know you rule hip-hop and
Mack 10 you know you rule hip-hop and
Wait a minute, that ain't how
You reap what you sow
2pacalypse, America's Nightmare
Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob, America's Nightmare
Above the Law, America's Nightmare
Paris,
no playing with a full deck
[Chorus: x2 Ice Cube]
Lord please, murder my enemies (Yeah)
Burn em at a thousand degrees
And lord please let me make
need to double check
I feel like ice cube in this bitch, I feel like Ice Cube in this bitch
Bitch I told you don't you push me, I might go upside your
trade my heart for a sugar cube
Would that get me somewhere
There's an old hag living in the woods back west
She knows my face
She knows my breath
She's
you go inside the freezer, ice cubes smell like cologne
That mean someone was at your house when you was not at home
Man, I swear to God
You get
hot in the shade, wet paint all over the canvas
Fuck Vanilla Ice cones, we had T, Cube's Amerikka's Most
And wanted that Chronic on the Left-Coast
And we're the furniture
Let's get out of the city
Let me tell you about a band I loved
When I was a west-side kid, mmm
Turn it up
It's the Beach Boys
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
Game is back
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Public Enemy and N.W.A is on my boom box, had to say
Today was a good day, had the hood buzzin'
Ice Cube my
instructions
The ultimate seduction
More kissing and touching
Feels super natural first chance I'm at you
To fuck with Ice Cube
You gotta shit talk, big talk,
and Latin is a "pie",
But if East is East and West is West, then won't you tell me why
When it's night time in Italy it's Wednesday over here.
When it's
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