Lyrics:
remember to do it just for you
So don't even waste ya time
Keep it out cha mind and stay on ya grind
Now you all should know I'm focused
So boy don't
(bringing us up) (And I ) just cannot stop thinking (bout us) (And boy) you make me crazy by just looking at us, (got me this flying
feeling can't stop
Boy's the label
[Fred] Time Shock
[Chop] Dofat's the man
[Fred] Wit Chopper from Miami to New Orleans
[Chop] Chopper City's the nigga (whoo!)
[Fred]
no one then keep it on the low low
Cause trust me i've been burnt by plenty of these fuck boys
That never want to see you win because they lack poise
front and center, diamonds gleam when I enter
Hit the spot and them boys looking, that boys is so lovely
And that boy be popping champagne, that boy be
my socks off
(gobblin up nuts, sort of like a humming bird) --> ice cube
(suck my dick)
(suck my dick)
[ verse 2 ]
Blow it, baby, blow it, then lick
Mans a roadman so we gon slide
heart so cold man cold man its covered in ice
And you call man call man sure we go glide
with you just by my side
roll me a fat Dutch
and you can lite me up
the boy is hot to the touch
you can strike me up
Im Aquafresh in a Aqueduct
ice creamed up (that's cold)
a motherfuckin' rapist
So I stopped payin' attention
Ice Cube, headed, straight to detention
Fuck that shit, I roam the hallways
I'm sent home and I don't got
I know Uncle Sam is a motherfuckin' rapist
So I stopped payin' attention
Ice Cube, headed, straight to detention
Fuck that shit, I roam
feeling high, fosho girl ya really my type
Ay girl holla back, cuz I got chu and it aint no lie aye
Looking at those curves girl just got me feeling feeling
lane hoggin da lane
Next Ice Cube in the making
That's my name
Flight to LAX to holla at
My homie stone fly boy
Niggas making movies out
This bitch with
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
L2R - Bada Boom Lyrics
Chorus:
Man’a grind through the night like suge
Gotta keep the funds up keep it drippy
Icey cold just like cube
You know
for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (Whomp!Whomp!)
Cornbread by the ki, the language when you call
wonder? Nigga, please
Straight to the crown to the poss of that cheese
Now ya ho try'na holla at me
So much ice every summer I freeze
Let's ball, this
like Reese's pop
Keep knots like a crumb snatcher boy
When these two niggaz collab', these niggaz collapse
Cause see it gets no hotter, holla at'cha boy
run
Never knew how a Chevrolet run
Ice Cube, Eazy-E, Ren, and Dre
I am the new NWA
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Take
[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
Check this out its ya boy Rah Staten
And you’re now rocking to the SOMETHING DIFFERENT mixtape
Shout out to my man LandLord, Shout out to HandTalk
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
We on now baby 227
Hutch, Habbie, SNS holla at your boy
Blockworks
By the time niggas realize what happened
It'll already be too late
By then
motherfuckers looking
dumber than them tights
Bushi , Ali, let me get em right
Pussy, boy let me take your life, I got a couple grand in ice
Holla baby, you gon'
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
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