Lyrics:
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know,
Whoever said "Game Over" must of had a hangover,
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover,
I got blood
suburbs
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a Honey Butter, vodka in
away
For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state
I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case
Eight's over ice straight product of the H
administer their Christ's blessing.
In America poison is injected into the blood-stream.
Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state.
Another glorious
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH)
Three for the pussy, fo' for the glow (HEY)
Five for
ain't even have no blood in him
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
Ain't got no patience for these motherfuckin' fuck niggas
I
(Huh?)
Baby mama number one and number two (ooh)
Whoever win this fight, that's the one I'm gon' choose (for real)
I'm pourin' up three's, I don't like
Mmmm, yea
Just put some ice on my wrist, that's perfect timing, yea aye
I know y'all see us young niggas, we be shining
I just dropped a bag on some
Such a pleasure to come home
Cuz I...I have a very special love for this city
Well all right, well okay [x3]
Well all right [x3]
I wanted to make
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
And I think I'm feelin' you friend so let's pull a switcheroo
Fucking you since 1 or 2
Out the door by 3 or 4
Who I share the dick with, shut yo lip
the states of Michigan and California
Will conduct the executions behind prison walls
The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods
Electric
Cause I bring the terror
Like Boris Karloff
Fuck your school
I was born to hard rock
Get nailed to the cross
Call me Ardox
Balls like a three hundred
I'm stuck in my ways
Mister "made them niggas tuck it away"
VV ice to match the blood in my veins
Louboutin to match blood on my fangs
I'm
Hey, UD (Maybach Music)
What's good, my boy?
Mr. 3-0-5 (yes sir), Wade County
Sixteen years later
We done made history
Three rings on our
cane, 'cause it's only 3 inches
But she still sucking on it and she tells me it's delicious
I tell her to go all the way 'cause my nut is nutritious
I
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH)
Three for the p****, fo' for the glow (HEY)
Five for
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH)
Three for the p****, fo' for the glow (HEY)
Five for
six senses got me treading inches
Away from 7 deadly sinning now im 8 ball chillin
Can’t touch or fucks wit a nigga until the ending
a gateway to heaven
All the voices I do hear only come from the reverend
Yet the message tainted by the crimson
[Verse 3: SAVE]
She a Primadonna
Wanna be
don't know how we puts it down
Trick ass motherfuckers
Verse 1, Ice Cube:
Let's make it happen, nigga, fuck rappin I'm bellin
With three time felons,
Stay trusting you
Don't forget them three words, it might even save you your life
Stay with the sauce, that's stew
Remember them days it was raining
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