Lyrics:
Detroit urban survival training
Imma kill sam cause he ain't my fuckin uncle
Throw his body parts in the freezer turn em into ice cubes
5 Years pass and all
Yeah, I took my hobby and made it hot as Majave
Now my days all good, I’m Ice Cube on a Friday
Woke me up in the lobby of the LAX
Checking my phone got
como Kurtis blow
Que no falte Dj Hollywood en este hit
Como rapero podemos decir que he was the first
Como Grand Wizzard Theodore con el scratching
En el
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
[SOS]
By the dawn of the new millennium we saw bright chains
Winter brought along platinum causing the ice age
No more Gold, no more YO! MTV RAPS
Now
you again
But I will be back to California to see you
Your son Ice motherfucking Cube.
Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
I
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
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
well
We are some partying mothafuckas"
Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
on the block
Suge signed Pac, it was on, 'cause I fuck with Dre
Straight Outta Compton was a product of N.W.A
But shit everything changed when Ice Cube went
eighty-five well
When his stash slow, he be crazy
Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
They was paid just
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?
I'm Shamoo
In that big body with the wet paint
I got some pocket change from selling wet weight
Today is a good day, ice cubes on my chest
Looking
don't you kick me one of them funky-ass beats?
My boy my boy my boy Ice Cube
Yo we got my homeboy Eazy E in de house
Won't you tell 'em what your name
no playing with a full deck
[Chorus: x2 Ice Cube]
Lord please, murder my enemies (Yeah)
Burn em at a thousand degrees
And lord please let me make
check
Gimme gimme, good and plenty
OPP, good as any
She gotta do, what he will do
She want a Superman, I hit her with that yule
Good, good, good,
instructions
The ultimate seduction
More kissing and touching
Feels super natural first chance I'm at you
To fuck with Ice Cube
You gotta shit talk, big talk,
Today is a good day, ice cubes on my chest
Lookin' at my Blackberry
Freak hit me on the text
(yeah) "Come and beat it up (yeah)
I just need a minute
check came and I still got chills
Hit a 2K lick, I ain't even go pro
Gotta boss LA, now I'm smellin' like goat
Call me Ice Cube baby, way they sit
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
on the microphone
I'm blasting lyrics through your dome, all through your home
But like Ice Cube said, once again it's on
I won't bite though just to write a funky
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
(bracelet), don't get blinded by the ice, oh
It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal
Look at my jumper, logo look familiar? It's Power (where is he?)
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