Lyrics:
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And though Jay is killin' girl like OJ
That's why haters want to jack son
(Jackson) for his Ice Cubes like O'Shea
They keep a lemon face like
They
I, do it I do's it, ain't no more to it (word)
Ask Ice Cube I puts my back into it
From car dealers to Macy's, to cashiers that brace me
We train
more to it
Ask Ice Cube I puts my back into it
From car dealers to Macy's, the cashiers embrace me
We train like the Navy for whatever the case may be
I
Beyblades
We gon spin right thru
Pills really kill, I don’t take Es
I feel like Ice Cube
Rap Attack of the Clones
Like Kamino, my brother
He trap off
holla at ya boy if you ready
For some real pipe
Mamacita I would really like to meet
Cha mamacita you look like a
Senorita mamacita I would really
Like
June price high
Out of town life by
Living amongst lions notice I ain’t die
Powder
Powder Water
Think shorty got a thing for a dope dealer
Holla
You Would Think I Was Strippin'
The Way Hoes Throw Dollas At Me
I'm The Motha Fuckin' Spitful, Delightful, Iful
The New Ice Cube
Bust My Guns
And Rock
that on yea yea
Americas most wanted like O`Shea yea
White henny by the case yea
Take a shot for Stanley Kubrick
Give me my space yea
Ice cubes in my
bow down like the Westside Connect
I want the Ice like cube, so I blast with the Mac 10
But trust me, I'm throwing up the dub just like Dub see
Plus
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
gon' swallow my pride
Barbies Anna tryna find love so they follow my ice
Perk and xanax mix wit how i want it down wit my sprite
Boy, I was doin'
cha' need
I got trees and I bricks for chee cheese
Fuck wit yo boy I turn around and fuck wit you back
You shot a few times I turn around and front you
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
This your boy, Trick Trick (Trick Trick, Detroit)
I got my dawg Ice Cube in this motherfucker (Lench Mob)
I got my dawg Lil
Yeah yeah
Damn it's hot
Like a muh'fucker
Yo Jigga
Whassup my nigga?
Pop that water
Fo'schizzle!
Yeah
Get'cha mind right, see'mon
Zaga, Zaganaga, You hear she moans? Boom!
Aye yo Monica won't you help me and Timb
Change dis shit up again, yeah hit'em
Ooh you turn me on, so boy
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
love, I throw the bait and they bite the hook
I holla at that boy Goo, my potnah puttin' me up on game
He let me know which girls are freaks
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
it's Ren and for the street it's Villain
Yella boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky-ass beats?
My boy .. my boy .. my boy Ice Cube
Yo we got my
the street up
Ice Cube, nigga, you better D up
And when I come by bitch, you better be up
Ass up, face in the pillow
I don't give a fizzle
Got ta do my
Cube, tell me this
Why half of the homies gettin' worked ***
Then they fall in love and get hurt by ***
Nine months later, cuzz got mirked ***
See I'm
lights in that apartment
Made me heartless and cold, yeah
Had to take cold showers, I was freezin'
Wasn't nothin' but ice cubes in the freezer
Scrapin'
muthafucka to rocl on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop
Aight, so Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it
Picture a nigga that's raw
wit me
Holla at cha folk shawty its all good wit me
Hittin up a strip or 2 blowin' thru a zip or 2
Plus you know I keep a clip or 2
Or 3 or even 4
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