Lyrics:
the wrong letter hangman
Ones flooding the club and it's raining
Ain't fucking with me they got to come harder
I'm from Chicago my diamonds from Florida
My
shit on TV (On TV)
This dog hoe should be on TV (I knew I saw this ho on TV)
Shit
Boys in the Hood, I was Cube in that drive-by
Smoking PCP, I saw
Freaknik low lows backyard boogies
And pretty hoes
Seems like yesterday I was
Comin home to spaghettios
Wit Tina Marie n Ice cubes blasting from ma momma
shit man everything Taylor
Vans on like a skater
We eatin' over here, man, everything catered
She know I'm a player
She wanna fuck now but I wanna
wrist, my wrist
On froze, on froze that's it, that's it
Yo bitch, yo bitch she's it, she bad
I might just go hit a lick
Ice cubes in the wok I sip
Head
Kiss my daughter on the cheek and I'm strapped as we speak
Dirty money get bloody, you still see the gun wounds
But what's funny are the ones that we
to jail, it ain't nun to get you killed
Ice on my neck when it melt, eat me up, baby, right there
Fuck that lil' ho, she a heffer
Come here lil' baby, you
up, lemme holla
Girl you know I'm a young baller
I can give you what you want
I can hit it from the back
Or I can hit it from the front
I stay posted
makin' enough in the club
Come and fuck with a (p-pimp like me)
What, I can tell how you jack, and you juke, you could be
From the Chi, by the way you
makin' enough in the club
Come and fuck with a (p-pimp like me)
What, I can tell how you jack, and you juke, you could be
From the Chi, by the way you
thang nigga bring yo ass
G's up Ho's down nigga you know the program
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody, no one does it better
No one
back to the earth from which you came
I'm bakin' soda, water, fire, merged with 'caine
Ladies don't know me said, "I heard he's vain"
Well guess what
Yeah we came from the bottom
If you looking for sticks all my niggas got them
I be dressed in all black like I live in Gotham
I don't do texing back
to the casket (I'm Set)
And I'm with Keed, S-L-I-M-E (S-L-I-M-E)
So niggas, you know it's a slatt set
I'm on the Leer jet where you should be (where you should
And the whole world influence by the be in the sea
Now tell the truth rappers you don't bow like me
Cause I'm really from the gang ya'll is industry
And while
like Ice Cube, I got some attitude
I'm praying to the Hip-Hop gods, the way I'm killing MC's
I'm a radical, I'm an extremist (Woo)
Been vocal ever since
fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas
[Ice Cube:]
Dirty Mutha fuckas tryina clean hip-hop,
but it don't stop, like L.A grid Lock
If you get popped,
pan left at the ice
If you the man that write checks with the hand that don't write
I go off the head when I'm rambling on the mic
And I go off the feds
know if you can keep up with me
If you can keep up with me
You're living like you're crippled
By this fear i'm worried that you can't
Feel a fucking
live from the frontline
I oughta be a owner watching my team play from the sky box
One ice cube in my cognac in my socks
Red phone ringing need
But I can be the one to ice you out from bottom to top
Now bling bling listen to the words that I sing
I'm only talkin? ?bout a fling
I never
of your face
You wanna be with this player
You got play at my pace
I'm slow but I can still come over there from where you're from
If you want some
ching, ching
Ching trag‘ im Club, wenn ich Gin trink
Bling-bling die schäbigen Dudes geben es zu
Weil ich einfach nur aus Instinkt King bin
Alle meine
go you know that thing go
And they see that chain glow
It shine like a rainbow
Catch me in that Range though
Ain't fuckin' with no lames ho
No we ain't
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