Lyrics:
cars
i pickup my skills and drive
i show to the fans my ice
i show to the fans my arts
if i get mad to something
shot like superman by eyes
SOLVING
maverick but you know my flow is not Dallas
Oh no I keep it L-A
You better use a coaster when you come in my place
I keep it cooler than an ice cube on a hot
whiskey over cubes of ice
Cubes of ice
I got some pretty girls
Dancing in the room for the hell of it
They in love with OBLA
He be marking them
Sexting
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
Hell yeah! The Almighty E-A-Ski
I got my niggas MC Ren and Ice Cube on that Rebel Music
Look at The Vill twenty-twenty
Weak ass niggas done fucked
Pha baby
Ya dude can't lose I'ma spread my wings and fly away
[Chorus]
Know why I stay so fucking fly
Stay dipped in every kind of ice
Big rims
all live in a cube
We'll never know what we can lose
Come together
Pass me the wine
Up at the sky, we look every night
Lucky to be here in the west side
break it off make it soft (4X)
Brrr (we be clubbin') uhh (uhh) (we be clubbin' 2X)
Verse 3:
Baby beware Ice Cube is on tilt
Waitress bitchin' off
waitin' on a corner
Share a packet of two
With all the fools to savour
We laughed and cried, split our sides
At what they told us
But it will be O.K.
Common and Nelly
Ice Cube, Dr. Dre, Three 6 Maf', yo, and she fucked O.J... word?
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
Cube in the house from the motherfuckin'
Lench Mob (what's up, nigga?), and yo Ice Cube, I heard you're a singer now
Man what's up? Yo, yo
thankful for my arms for always staying by my side
And I don't know what I would do without my fingers
On my fingers I can always count
Mouth is dryer than
on the left side
Tonight I'm fuckin' with you, two ice cubes in my cup
A little Henny, nigga with an attitude, what's up?
Yeah, six-four Impala and I'm outta
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 everywhere I go it's a must, I keep it ghetto
[Chorus: x 2]
Ice Cube: Cause if you fuck with us we leave scars
Mack 10: Motherfucker crime pays in 10
scratch this
The ice cube link you bought, from the Jew for 80 G's
was only appraised at forty-two
Gazed upon by the eyes of multitude
of people, who
a bee (huh)
Rumble, young nigga, rumble (rumble)
Lil' mama want a nigga like me in the sheets
Ice Cube knock it out like Deebo (bow, bow)
Now who's
a legend, in my hood I'm a star
I came up when Ice Cube was a young nigga
B.E. was rebellin' in the city with one high school
But now I'm a legend
I
that I’m a Virgo too
Broken
"'Broken' was originally an old b-side which
We put into overdrive again
That comes from doing a lot of live work with
That asked for your hand, and still the same plan
Another brother falls by the wayside
Another brother falls by the play side
I knew ever since I was
they polluted the future
Got me thinking of a new thing
Revolver-lution
Computer souls, controlled by confusion
You be clubbin', while the world
you fuckin' wit?
Ice Cube is the lick, West side is the click
(Can't get enough of this gangsta shit)
Ice Cube is the lick, West side is the click
you've done to me baby
But I like it, yeah I like it
Time goes fast like a racetrack when I got you by my side
I'm not one out to be chasing but for you,
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