Lyrics:
is that's why they don't ban me
I ain't tryin to make nobody happy
I'm from the streets so I kick it for the ghetto
I can't talk about shit I don't
I'll run up on the damn stage
My man said he's got bars for me
But when I checked it out
It was a blank page
Looking at the man's face
Check what
me
Let's bet on the set, I'm a vet runnin' from Fifty
It spell out, so I'm a post to the fullest
Only servin' then, the Ice Cream Man is out again
in the nice mood
Flossin rocks the size of ice cubes
Hook: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 4X to fade)
eclipses
So hopefully one day that real soul will eclipse
The bullshit they got us listening to in this existence
Don't give up now just a little more
Now tell the truth rappers you don't bow like me
Cause I'm really from the gang ya'll is industry
And while I'm servin' up and comin' young hustlas
the Benz and said
"Dre I was speakin' to ya bitch O' Shay" [Ice Cube]
And as we roll on I seen the patrol on creep
So we got ghost befo' they beat
Me and Ren
the hook
[Hook]
[E.S.G.]
So much ice on my arm, feel like I'm frosty on my wrist
This one star here, that say fucking Eclipse
I'ma shine regardless, ghetto
[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil
the gararge, is the Bentley Onage
With the brains blowed out, so is the suns beeming
I got a jacket drooming and the hoes feeming
Since I'm Westside Connected
like a prince from Qatar
You niggas up and down the road reservoir
Drip from head to toe seminar
Drip like a vet call me tre one drip jabbar
Ice round my
clear nigga, it's Ice Cube you can call me tha Grinch
I got your Christmas list
But I ain't buyin' you shit
Tell ya people that I'm comin by (yeah
never boring, every morning I wake up and try to best myself
I never got to be suppressed or stealthy to express myself
It's kinda healthy
Cool, now let
freedom of speech
Yeah - see, that's how we had to do that
Yo, I gotta give it up to all my homeboys
That got freedom of speech
Yo, Cold 187
Ice Cube
givin' up the encore
Swizz Beatz my logo my motto, fully represent ghetto
Swizz, on your mark, get ready then let's go
I got to get these pesos to end
honorable
Countable, astronomical but monumental
I used sell and serve pops up out my auntie's Pinto
Still keepin' it ghetto, barbecuin' in the front yard
scratch this
The ice cube link you bought, from the Jew for 80 G's
was only appraised at forty-two
Gazed upon by the eyes of multitude
of people, who
I chalked it up to bad karma
See most people don't believe in karma
Anymore but obviously I still do
Cause for instance you got
Famous for killin'
You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called
You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called
You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
Crack 'em one by one
You niggaz got me fucked up
Fuck a ghostwriter, sittin' in the back
Of the studio tryin' to write a nigga
this shit off quick
You ain't from the ghetto, y'all don't know bout this
[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]
drugs
Never quit I switched them up
From the xannies to the cups
They told me stay cautious, it wasn't obvious
Still seen no evidence, too bad
We driving
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