Lyrics:
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us?
We the type of people make the club get crunk
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody
we don't want them by the house
But Skipper started bustin' when he saw them pullin' out
We did them niggaz dirty for fuckin' up our vibe
We packed up
of you circlin' through my head
I sip lemon, Ice-T, read a magazine
Wish we were involved in a sneaky love scene
Saturday night it's time to party y'all
the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice Boo
It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal
Look at my jumper logo look familiar? It's Power (Where is he?)
Yo
the same from New York to Japan
Pens can be cylinders we use every day. Power poles are cylinders that bring power our way
Toilet paper rolls are cylinders,
Dogg, bite em all nigga burn the shit up
D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up
C-P T, L-B-C yeah we hooking back up
And when they bang this in the club
Baby
huh, yeah
That's cool, we was never cool anyway
Ice cube on the pinkie and the middle finger
Lookin' like we won the Super Bowl anyway
Eeh, eeh,
the shiny watch--me
Ice Cube, motherfucker
Next to me, you a test tube motherfucker
We kinda rude, motherfucker
Get too close and bucka! Bucka! Bucka!
catchin' plays by Crim, yeah
Bouldercrest, nigga, we tempt, ayy
Yay still jumpin' out the gym, yeah
Never ever lose, just win, ayy
Still on the 'Crest
BITCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want to parlay wit you
back in the house and your apartment
So open your door, by the way, so we can start it
Test the monitors and call this mic
'Cause the way we feel,
small
We use to live in the same buildin' on the same floor
And never met before
Until I'm overseas on tour
And peep this Ethiopian queen from Philly
Can't throw me out motherfucker I'm the honery
Trust me I'll never be the nominee
I don't kiss enough ass I'm too honery
Ice cube be where the piranha
back in the house and your apartment
So open your door, by the way, so we can start it
Test the monitors and call this mic
'Cause the way we feel,
into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your ass into it
We be clubbing
Freaky gyration is
[Ice Cube]
Here's another day at the stoplight
I'm looking in my mirror so I can see who can see me
South Central is putting Ice Cube to the test
daddy's money
So you'll always get by
There's a little bit of hip
Missing from you're hop
You're from beverly hills stop
Pretending you're not
You're
Okay
I am going to attempt to drown myself
You can try this at home
You can be just like me
Mic check 1, 2
We recording?
I'm cancerous
So
Keep my bottles ice cold and we smokin' out this club
We run through bitches all week, you fall in love and wife 'em up
Lightin' up the Sunday driver,
down on London Bridge
Ice cubes melting in my fridge
(They always, do you know those fridges are terrible,
they're always melting things and ice cubes
dig now
Next time we see him yo, we laying Mr. Biggs down
[Chorus]
To all my players and my thugs
To all my honeys in the club
To all
(Intro: Too $hort)
Yeah man we just sittin' back, chillin'
Bunch of players listenin' to the seventh deadly sin
Short dawg is doin' his thing with my
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us?
We the type of people make the club get crunk
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody
the drama
But she cannot phase a player
'cause this pimp is a moneymaker
Meetings from Shawtown to LA
Yo I came to get down at this party
I got my eyes
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