Lyrics:
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
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
livin' in the Hub City
Eastside Compton, G
Back in the days when Ice Cube and Eazy
Had every nigga talkin' ?bout, "Boy, you can't fuck with me"
Remember
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Gucci, that Prada, that Fendi
Ice Cube, all about the Benjis
Spend ten bands
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'
[Ice Cube]
Check it hoe shut your mouth and get naked
I'm connected plus I'm makin' hit records
So, if you want to win hop in and take a spin
That's
the cards I'm dealt
These niggas can't admit it but they old news
Tryna hop on to my wave when they all snoozes
Chain up on my neck resemble ice cubes
I got
baby mama
When she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama
Yo Cube, I'm goin' have all da bitches here
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
Yo man
the Mic like no one else
K-Dee introduce yourself, get busy boy
K-Dee in the house, Dre rocks the beats
Jinx still ill for my Posse
Ice Cube writes
Eternal life
Hear ye, hear ye!
All connect gang members and powers
Are to meet at the West Wing
To be led into battle by the one and only
Ice Cube
was fucking with Bobby
Mos Def, The Roots, Common and Nelly
Ice Cube, Dr. Dre, Three 6 Maf', yo, and she fucked O.J... word?
takin' shots, I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (takin' pots)
You make a move, I make it hot (uh-huh)
You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then,
brought Ice Cube back
And have Dr. Dre screaming "Meek Mill is a rat"
It's a wrap, red khakis, red Cincinnati
I'ma see you in the streets, don't at me
The hood is good, (good), God is good
(Good) Everything is good, come on, let's go
Goose over ice cubes, pass the O.J.
Two light skinned wizzes, want
Ting now I ain't tryna stress about a fucken ting now
Different colour diamonds ice cubes in my ear lobe
Different colour diamonds ice cubes in my ear
Somethin' like an ice cream cone (Cone)
All that body-ody-ah, might just lose control
Let's get naughty-aughty-ya, lord forgive my soul
West side, it be
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
the sun watch it bloom
Gave yall the sunshine and the blues
White girl selling out more than Terry Crews
I ain’t mad at Ice Cube keep doing what you do
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
Common and Nelly
Ice Cube, Dr. Dre, Three 6 Maf', yo, and she fucked O.J... word?
livin in the hub city-Eastside Compton G
Back in the days when Ice Cube and Eazy had every Nigga
Talking 'bout boy you can't fuck with me
Remember Ice
Rocking stages all over the country
Listened to west side connection
All threw high school
I grew up on Wc Mack 10 Ice cube
Can't describe sensation when
grew to be
The same dude reading Wayne Grudem
Even though I grew up
Listening to Snoop and Ice Cube, be amused
Had the muzak
We used that to bruise cat's
a statistic
Ice Cube is very artistic
But I'm still from the hood, will take your existence
So motherfuckers tryin' scratch my paint
It's West Coast in
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