Lyrics:
eighty-five well
When his stash slow, he be crazy
Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
They was paid just
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
your head, hold you tight when you sleep at night
Come and vibe on this ride, let me change your mind
Keep you by my side all the time, promise we'll be
around the ice cube
I'm tryna be a healthy, better person
But it only ever works when there's a reason I should stay home
If I could show you what
Just came to say hi
Keep on going
You know your gonna be just fine
Ooooh my baby got 8 ball eyes
Melts like a cube of ice on the 4th of July
Ain't never
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
to do is save the youth
Ice Cube knows, Souljah knows, P.E. knows
They throw death blows
And if you got kids or a girl that's true
They'll move on them
get on this album
I can't be late man what you mean
I can't, I mean I turned the album in cas
What you really want me ta do
Naw call that nigga
you do not do no panickin'
Dope be white, Morgan Hamilton
Got it in the hood like Ice Cube
That be my dude, don't fuck with that
Get put to rest, we
at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
Live by the code, die by the code (it's still west side though)
Never been a hoe,
fuck you up
Dig in shorty guts, get the bitch to set you up
It's the most trifle, 41st Side disciples
Take kindness for a weakness so I won't be so
of lightning when you fly the right kite
Me and Meth be Hennessy, two ice cubes
We can draw (choose your weapons) or do I choose?
When I choose the grip, one
would've left by now
But you're the only one that knows me
Better than I know myself
I get kind of dark
Let it go to far
I can be obnoxious at times
I'd like to welcome you
To the B side
Of Couch Slut's fourth album
And to advise you
To crank it
Crank it up!
You know, I wasn't always
in the nice mood
Flossin rocks the size of ice cubes
Hook: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 4X to fade)
On Sunday after church there'd always be a picnic
There'd be kinfolks callin' until dawn
Me I'd play the guitar and my Uncle Merle would sing
flowin’ like fluid, the truest influenced
By Bone Thugs and Pac, it won’t stop
I’m liquid, flowin’ like fluid, the truest influenced
By Ice Cube to Ice
would've left by now
But you're the only one that knows me
Better than I know myself
I get kind of dark
Let it go to far
I can be obnoxious at times
by my side
This love ain't all brand new, 'til the end of time
I wanna be with you, bae, until I die, yeah
Don't you go givin' up on me, love me
need your pounds, your pesos, your people down with this label
And I be so bound for that halo when I be low ground
They want that black magic, that
nigga he might be
Said my dial Ice Blue, heart cold as ice cubes
Nah we ain't never liked you
If it's ever bout some money best believe we bust a move
We push weight with ice cubes in a cup
(America's) most (wanted), police pin it up
(Alize an Henny), thug passion brother what
Potent it get a girl
Underground left and right pair surround sound can't be scared
Plea the ams radio tapes that he jammed
Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at home
Flip
Ice Cube in my nightcap, it was a good day
You heard what the hood say, Logic what you should play
Killin' shit like OJ, I'm rhymin' like old Jay
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