Lyrics:
be weary, watch for caution, yo be warned
By Dre and out the project born
Capable in any and every
Cause yo I get heavy, when introduced to a medly
lose
Pay my dues ice Cube is with me
We quite nifty ballers making history
By being quick as 50
You ballers, with daisy champ baby
What's your thing
They
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
comes the canine
Four legged copper that wants to use Ice Cube as a whopper
But who's the first nigga to outrun a chopper?
No lie say hi to the bad
oak tree
That's old fashioned, that's the way love should be
We enjoy sitting side by side
In the booth in the ice cream parlor
Where we play
dome
Cause you're fuckin with Ice Cube the Terrible
Fuck around, I make your life unbearable
Make you live all scary and careful
Come through my
Posse in this motherfucker to rock on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop
Alright, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this motherfucker , run it
[Ice
the mood, tryna sway
Ice cubes in my drink, never doin' what they say
They some losers full of hate, the nuisance gettin' cake
What I'm doin' every day,
they put cali on
88 cube and dre i wasn't even born
So i just wana keep cali on
But what happened to the cali love
So go & smoke one & legends shoot
nigga in the mirror
I'll I'm tryin' to is bark before I fight
Before I take you down, might as well be polite
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Now
You make me feel so nice (so nice)
Only with you by my side (side, side, side)
Yeah, lookin' back in the past, that shit was bad, I mean past
right back to the top
I'm B.I.G, I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm Pac
This ain't shit but a warning till my album drop
One blood
Blood, blood, blood,
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you the motherfucker that broke in my Mercedes?
[Ice Cube]
You've got to be a crack baby, turn into a grown-up
chimes
A Box in the mail might be a cube shape. Ice cubes can cool your ice cream shake
Some cube containers store food in the fridge. And some concrete
And I made the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
No radio or video or CD sales
Six platinum's in a row Ice Cube and Cool J
Who else did that
No radio or video or CD sales
Six platinums in a row, Ice Cube and Cool J
Who else did that shit? Short Dog from the Bay
These ho's try to play it
handshake deal
And now we're right back where we started
By your side like we never were parted
I gotta be there or be hip
Shoulders raised up to my lips
Do
ain't shit but new niggas
Baped ?n ape shoe niggas I'm talkin' to you nigga
Bounce in the 6-4 throwin' up west side man
Sell another five million
Yeah, yeah
Get your ass up and hurr' up, uh
Ice Cube, baby
Ninety-nine, baby
I'm on the grind, baby
All the time, baby
Show me something
You
to be, shittin' on fools
Peep, Ice Cube and E-40 doin' a track together
That's heat, players it don't get no better than this pimpin'
That's heat two
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
in the old oak tree
That's old fashioned, that's the way love should be
We enjoy sitting side by side
In the booth in the ice cream parlor
Where
The motherfuckers shot but the punks missed
Ice Cube is outgunned, what is the outcome?
Will they do me like Malcolm?
'Cause I bust styles, new styles
Standin'
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