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Bow Down jak Ice Cube i Koneksja z West Side
Lowridery, bandany, conversy, baty, gnaty
Westowe klimaty, wielka piątka dla kumatych
niggas
Chest sputta what up
Fuckin with us or get you cut up
Matta fact get'cha mutha
Cause I ain't fo real fo real
Don't play games and I'm ill
I'm just
I know you heard the terms chicks are like cars,
Well I treat bitches like drinks,
When I step in the club and by out tha bar,
So let me quench
school
'White boy you white washed'
Stayin cold as Ice Cube
Before my ball games
Heavy hittaz on the mix
Burnin CDs for my boys
Yo what you want on ya disc
the house, what up
Got a jar full of dope and a box of blunts
Hoes in the house, if you see em turn em out
Bitches walkin by sayin hi to me
And niggas
The block Pop So The Strip Full
Rocks, Gotta Fist full
Boy Pop Shit That Hot Shit I Gotta Clip Full
When I Start Sparkin'
It Be Barkin' Like Pitbulls
a t3. What up player? Holla at your boy and I'm talking about
twice
Nice, holla at your boy
We can fly to Cali to pick out your toy
But make sure it's big enough for a girl and boy
But no rush, we got time
and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, wear it if it fit ya
Y'all thirteen
you got here and now you swallowing ice (Woo)
Then it's time to exit the club
If you made one toss
And all the money you had disappeared
Then please
you got here and now you swallowing ice (Woo)
Then it's time to exit the club
If you made one toss
And all the money you had disappeared
Then please
side by
And blow everybody outta the water so why try?
If you got a full house - We'll body it on sight
'Cause you can't hang with the nation, boy boy
side by
And blow everybody outta the water so why try?
If you got a full house - We'll body it on sight
'Cause you can't hang with the nation, boy boy
of the year
My shades so dark and my ice so bright
My buddy in my pants wanna fight your wife
Like, round one, round two, 'round three
I told you not
me askin' bout what ten dollars get cha, shit
'Cause I'ma tell ya not a muthafuckin' thing
Where was you when a nigga had his pockets in a sling, boy
&
Gudda to eat a few niggas back up
Murder Murder Steel Steel uh huuuh
Holla at ya dude
Call the coronor man the track
Has just been murded
Check me out
I,
with the painted out chrome
15's whippin' in the backside
With the boom boom boom that's how I ride
And Cha Ching I'm a player making ballas holla
I
long time ago, John Boy Ice
Geronimo po-lice jumping out Chryslers, easywider paper
Pops puffin his sess, punching his chest like a gorilla
Outside was
Hook:
I done flipped a couple dollars
That’s a piece of cake
I done changed my momma wallet
We gone be okay
Now these people
Wanna holla
You want to come pick them up? Come pick them up on six and Magnolia
And holla at ya boy see-ya?
You understand?
And we gon holla at ya another time
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,
I remember we used to post up by that bitch in the day when it was a McDonald's
Used to holla at all of the thots, now we poppin' these bottles wit'
shit motherfucker good shit
I think I'm a little jet drunk motherfuck
Ay, look here ay I'm off this liquor-ice rainall boy
You understand that don't
allude without Proof it's
Conducive I am the coolest colder than a row of Ice Cubes in
My booze Mos Def been the truest my Quality stay improving
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