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the locksmith open up the door
Smooth as ice cube with the Jheri curl
Straight outta phoenix, coming for the world
Money music Mary yeah them be my only girls
Saw
gray Hummer
Me and Pace had to flee in haste from bein' chased
For some E and Js we boosted out of some Korean place
I get drunk and hang-glide off
of lightning when you fly the right kite
Me and Meth be Hennessy, two ice cubes
We can draw (choose your weapons) or do I choose?
When I choose the grip, one
they looking at us
Some still looking with love
Some wanna ruin the love
Look, we gon' drop
And reach the top
We from B/Town
S'yabalimaza
And we gon'
stars, certified with ghetto scars
Intoxicated by weed cigars, we eat stress by sippin' barre
Fancy cars and diamond ice, I'm intrigued by fancy things
make clowns like you bow down like Ice Cube
Women, I make 'em feel like they gave birth to God
Grip 'em by their pigtails, make 'em slurp the rod
On some real nigga shit
We are not like y'all
I'm smoking and holding my Arizona
My 69, ain't got no cup holders
Yeah I said it's 69
Original motor,
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
[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
fresh
Ay, y'all can't solve my brain, it's construed like a cube, it's Rubex
Ay, always pressing on lines, ay, I move text
Ay, I'm Hungary with a capital
crew a chosen few legit minds
Who live prime shorty's on some fly stuff
Admitted that can't resist mines
Mahogany complexion body probably dressed in
My
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
of lightning when you fly the right kite
Me and Meth be Hennessy, two ice cubes
We can draw (choose your weapons) or do I choose?
When I choose the grip, one
a peace pipe
Smoke, from a freeze pipe bong with couple ice cubes in it
Was bumpin' NWA way back when Ice Cube in it
Never satiated, had the closet of Timbs
Braveheart
I wanna live, the way my brother lives
I shall not die
(never) , why must we be so high?
I pray to God
(please God) take me to your path
And show
the sky, why
Why do we live to fucking die
I don't wanna see you cry
I don't wanna hear you lie
I just need some weed, get high
Baby look up in the sky
can't get rich being complacent
Know ya gotta rebel when ya can't make a payment
Water like ice cubes for big faces
Face it, we're livin with racists,
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
(lingo)
Ain't no walkie-talkie (no)
This some, "You know, why don't we know?" (We know?)
Hold out on that coffee
Smoke the Cookie, get to coughin'
All I need is baking soda some pots and pans
Little ice up what I can
Chick at home saying I'm no good
When the fuck am I gon' get her out
for me
That never rains in the sun and everybody got love
To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggas hustle for
and see
Everything that there is
Was once made by someone
Just as sad as you may be
One day some day
We are here, in this time
Space and place
We are
only lie when I need to
Ayy, gettin' bored, so I like to text you
Heart cold, feelin' like it's on a ice cube
Why you let me bleed, you mean to me
Ayy,
I am a boss so I do what I want
Scrape yo bread like we playing some tunk
Why these niggas wanna play with me
Know I keep baby k with me
Glock on my
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