Lyrics:
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I
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
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
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
committin homicides and drive-bys
livin with ?????
but still slanging that fuckin pie
and got more bitches than you
so what the fuck you
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
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
of entropy
My history explains itself
My legacy is laying down
Appropriately as my strength is now compounding literally by itself
Because I am kerosene
(Grrrrl yah)
For the ice, hit your block up, Eiscue (Woo)
Leave your party cold, boxed up, ice cube
(Yah)
If you got the rock, Corsola - you go ghost
(Yah)
the good rhymes, you know about mines
Man I'm the tightest MC, Ice Cube ever signed
Now if ain't the radio, it's a video shoot
Livin life in
Gangstas make the world go round
Hittin' vicks for the '96 nigga
Gangstas make the world go round
Westsiiide!
Gangstas make the world go round
Ice Cube
these rules, man
It’s like they’re just designed to hold me back, but gangster rap
Now that seems cool, yeah, that Ice Cube attitude
And 2 Live Crew, like
the political rapper
Even after I tell 'em I don't fuck with politics
I don't even follow it
I'm on some KRS, Ice Cube, Chris Wallace shit
Main Source, De La
when it come to them words
You know I wear shit out
I write rhymes like white lines
On the nose tray
Ice cold, Ice Cube flow like O'Shea
Riding shot gun
on the floor, shit, I felt hell
The devil lurkin', but you knew a nigga would prevail
The neck flooded, got me feelin' like Ice King
See you a ice cube, nigga,
that knife
The violence I've seen
Criminals are by
The voices muffle the silence
I am not mentally right
Don't deny this
Brainwashed before
I broke out
out
I write rhymes like, white lines on a nose tray
Ice cold Ice Cube flow like O'Shea
Ridin shotgun with Chris Martin my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm
by me (won't you stand by me?)
Stand by me
Stand by me
Stand by me
Turn out the light
Break the key off in the door
Our history of violence
Is
she question membrane
Remembering her son just slightly deranged
I play like a sword play
Niggas think they cold
I'll cut you up, become a cube steak
at the table breaking bread with
Both the wicked and the righteous
It's hard to tell the difference
Through a history of violence
I only move aside for the sun
hand, Ice Cube, Hollow tips, Ice T
Riding round town with the flat screen
I told ya that doja in my napsack, Papoose
Run with the gat loose
I don't want
a ice cube
Picture me inside a mansion
She gon' shimmy 'cause I'm good for her
I don't want no boogawolf
I did what can't, read your mind
The jig is up
on the same corners
That he stood upon
I got violence in my waistband
Death in my palm
Ask 'em am I a bad guy, ya goddamn right
I done seen how ya do a
Nigga
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