Rollin' At Twilight lyrics - Ice Cube
I'm about to slide through, ride through
And don't give a fuck what's in my rearview
Ain't about to tell you what I been through
All I wanna know is what you into
What we gettin' into?
Yeah, we fin' to make this continue
So what's on the menu?
Got love everywhere that we went to
Gettin' chased by the aunties
She still actin' like a dime piece
She still actin' like the '90s
Didn't have to remind me
See, I used to be grimy, now I'm so polished
Didn't go to college, still got the knowledge
Still got the wallet to make that deposit
Get your bitch ass back in the closet
West Coast flow like a faucet
Nigga drop game like I lost it
This ain't for you, this is boss shit
I'm on La Brea by the carpet
Dinosaur mash on the gas
Real players got to brush off the ash
Why the real ones don't last?
Why the real ones gotta pass?
Missin' you every day
Repeat all the shit that you used to say
Ran across your picture in my iPhone (iPhone)
Boy, you was wild as a cyclone (Cyclone)
Kinda like me with the mic on (Mic on)
Grab the shit tight like a python (Python)
Spit that ism, and if they really listen
You know this ism'll keep 'em out of prison
You know this ism'll keep you on a mission
Time to start livin' and stop wishin'
The sky is purple and pink
And I think that the moon gave a nigga a wink
Rollin' at twilight
Gettin' ready for the nightlife
Me and my real ones (Me and my real ones)
We about to make a highlight
Rollin' at twilight (Rollin' at twilight)
Gettin' ready for the nightlife
Me and my real ones (Me and my real ones)
We about to make a highlight
It's a get-together, takin' flicks together
Playin' dominoes, we can sit forever
Talkin' that shit, Jordan to Kobe
Lightin' a stogie, countin' the trophies
Friends and family, ones that can't stand me
'Cause they say I act too manly
Well, that's just me
I'ma tell it like it is, I'ma call what I see
Rollin' at twilight
Gettin' ready for the nightlife
Me and my real ones (Me and my real ones)
We about to make a highlight
It's My Ego lyrics - Ice Cube
Where the love go? It's a struggle
Is this happiness? Nigga, fuck no
But I'm slapping this in your mouth, though
With a heave-ho, you a deep throat
West Coast, bitch, it's the dosage
I can't overdose on no hoe shit
I minister this pimp shit
I've been a minister since an infant
I was Kendrick before Kendrick
Rock and roll Hall of Famer, like Jimi Hendrix
So you can vomit on that bullshit
Or you can choke on your own spit when your boy's in the pulpit
Try to rob my church, I'ma rob you first
I'ma do the funeral and drive your hearse
I'ma hug your momma 'for I steal her purse
I'ma hunt your bitch 'cause I'm the curse
Check my verse, in reverse
He spazzing out, go get the nurse
She passing out from vast amounts of ass to mouth
I'm cashing out, bitch
They know
It's my ego
All you hoes (All you hoes)
You know (You know how it go)
It's my ego (Yeah, huh)
This is cuzz, and happiness
So tell Al Green to pass the grits
A bag of bitch, I got a bag of tricks
Looks like you got hit with a bag of dicks
This right here is the master mix of bloods and crips
So don't resist
I'll smack your ass, like Will did Chris
Give a demonstration in front of the nation (Smack!)
I ain't playing
If I had to leave your motherfucking ass right where you land (Smack!)
Leave me alone
You might live longer if you mind your own
Watch your tone
I'm too damn grown for this shit
Sticks and stones? Well, I'ma pick the stick
And crack your ass
You need a maxi pad
To stop that blood coming out your gash, punk
They know
It's my ego
All you hoes (All you hoes)
You know (You know how it go)
It's my ego (Yeah, huh)
Everybody say "drop the attitude"
But y'all shouldn't worry about what daddy do
Y'all should worry about what kids do
I'm a cold motherfucker
Get out my igloo
The CEO with a E-G-O
Can pick any flow, eeny, miny, moe
And body you bitches, make y'all religious
I'm here to fight reptiles and lizards
Motherfucker, it's the grand wizard
I take they shit
Wipe my ass, then I flip it
I break they shit, like when your cousins come visit
And then I tell them fuck your analytics
I don't pivot
I give it to you vivid
If you's a bigot
You probably won't dig it
If you's a hoe
You'll probably get triggered
Like one of these internet bitches
They know
It's my ego
All you hoes (All you hoes)
You know (You know how it go)
It's my ego (Yeah, huh)
It's my ego (Ha-ha)
All you hoes (All you hoes)
You know (You know how it go)
It's my ego (Yeah, huh)
So Sensitive lyrics - Ice Cube
Yeah, hey, haha (Huh, huh)
Damn, I didn't know
Damn, shit
You niggas so sensitive
Hmm, damn
Homie
Fuck your agenda
You ain't a real one, you's a pretender
See, this ain't about gender
This ain't shit but a fender bender
So why you actin' all tender?
Actin' like Karen, Sharon or Linda
Nigga, facts over feelings
Fuck your feelings, we ain't the villains
And this ain't a drill, gotta keep it real
Fuck how you feel
O'Shea ain't Boulé (Nah)
O'Shea get the Uzi (Yeah)
O'Shea off the Jose (Yay-yay)
With your bitch gettin' cozy
So stop bein' nosy
That's life, shit ain't all rosy (Yay-yay)
(Da-da-da-da)
You niggas so sensitive
But I got no fucks to give (Not one)
(Da-da-da-da)
You niggas so sensitive
Hmm, what?
They used to call these nigga words
So what the fuck are trigger words?
Words like his and hers?
What's a pronoun and a verb?
Follow this, then you follow back
Then you swallow this and swallow that (Swallowed it)
Then you go have a heart attack
And don't blame it on the vax
(Da-da-da-da) I put it on wax
Some Blacks hate when you talk about facts
But you can talk about racks
You can talk about twerkin', but not a nigga workin'
Everything ain't urban
Just like this motherfuckin' whip that I'm swervin' (Let me ride)
So here's what a ho should know
Don't be so emotional
(Da-da-da-da)
You niggas so sensitive
But I got no fucks to give (Not one)
(Da-da-da-da)
You niggas so sensitive
Say, man, don't be a pussy all your life
Be a dick sometimes and get hard (Da-da-da-da)
You niggas so sensitive
Yeah, huh (Why you so sensitive?)
Why you actin' like that, man? (Da-da-da-da)
Actin' all funny (You niggas so sensitive)
You ain't supposed to be actin' like that, man (Why you so sensitive?)
(Da-da-da-da) All in your feelings
You niggas so sensitive
Mm, but I got no fucks to give (Not one)
She's Sanctified lyrics - Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg, E-40, Too $hort & October London
Yeah, I got it from the Bay
I like to make good girls do bad things (Sanctified)
And I like to take a bad girl to a ballroom banquet
Like a upscale brunch or somethin', you know? (Sanctified)
Just to see what she gon' do
Nasty or nice, put it on ice
It don't matter, what's your vice?
Take my advice, cut me a slice
Seven or eleven when you roll these dice
You can hit it once, you can hit it twice
Make your ass yell "Jesus Christ"
Middle of the day, middle of the night
It don't matter, time of your life
From a church girl to the worst girl
I like a classy chick with some nasty tricks
So lit when the ass is thick
I'm well-equipped, that's no bullshit
Well, it's apparent I'ma meet the parents
Check out my new inherence
Met her daddy in the basement
What up, pops? I'm your new replacement
Oh, some girls do, some girls don't (Ooh)
Some girls will, some girls won't (Oh my, my, sanctified)
(No, no, no, no)
Some say yes, some say no
Some say stop, some say go (Oh no, no, girl, come on, sanctified)
(Oh, na-na-na-na-na, baby)
Maybe last night or maybe last week
She was eatin' meat in my Las Vegas suite
I like all mouth, bitch, no teeth
Had to slow her down, beep, beep, beep
No, no, no, bitch, that ain't how it go, bitch
Hit the stroll, bitch, make a nigga more rich
Suck it up only using your lips (What?)
No hands, get your pants
Time to go, I got some plans
Kiss goodbye? Not a chance
Wanna come back, bring a lot of friends
I can sit back and watch 'em all dance
Then pick a couple out and take 'em to the back
Smoke a little weed with 'em, we can make it crack
At first, she wasn't with it
And then we did it, and we did it, and we did it, and we did it
Oh, some girls do, some girls don't (Ooh)
Some girls will, some girls won't (Oh my, my, sanctified, oh, sanctified, yeah)
(No, no, no, no)
Some say yes, some say no
Some say stop, some say go (Oh no, no, girl, sanctified, oh, there's something scared)
Oh, some girls cheat, some girls lie, yeah
Some girls street, some girls cry, yeah (Ooh, ooh, oh my, my, sanctified)
Some like her, some like him
Some like that, some like them (Yeah, oh no, girl, sanctified, ooh)
Lord have mercy, she callipygian, curvy
Her breasts sit up and they perky, make like a baby, she nurse me
I'm tipsy, I'm swervy, I got a woody, I'm right
I'm off this mango Moscato, probably can go all night
See's candy be comin' in handy, roses and ribbons
When you out there fuckin' up askin' for forgivin'
Supercalifragilisticexpialimackin'
I'd probably be a P if I was not this good at rappin'
Exclusive Game in Georgia, that's my custom designer
Yapered up like a printer, or should I say like a binder
This fixture here ain't nowhere near no four blocks, bitch, I'm worldwide
She lovin' on me, she know I'm a factor and she sanctified
Oh, some girls do, some girls don't (Ooh)
Some girls will, some girls won't (Oh my, my, sanctified)
(No, no, no, no)
Some say yes, some say no
Some say stop, some say go (Oh no, no, girl, sanctified)
She's a bigger player than me
Everywhere we go and everywhere we be, it's no rules (No rules)
But when we all alone, we some fools
Fuck her in her dress and her shoes (And her shoes)
Didn't make it past the living room
We fuckin' on the floor, that's what we doin' (That's what we doin')
We never made it to the bed (To the bed)
'Cause all the way home, she was givin' me head
Oh, some girls do, some girls don't (Ooh)
Some girls will, some girls won't (Oh my, my, sanctified)
(No, no, no, no)
Some say yes, some say no
Some say stop, some say go (Oh no, no, girl, sanctified)
Oh, some girls cheat, some girls lie, yeah
Some girls street, some girls cry, yeah (Ooh, oh my, my, sanctified)
Some like her, some like him
Some like that, some like them (Sanctified)
Yeah, she want Too $hort
She want Ice Cube, E-40, Snoop Dogg
Four of the best to ever do it, the best
Mount Westmore, say it again
Not Like Them lyrics - Ice Cube
First thing I think about is your tussling smile
And all the things that drive me wild
Peep this, it's not a secret (No)
I sound so good over G shit (So good)
And I am so convinced
This world, it don't make sense (Crazy, wow)
Yeah
Smile in my face, that's the psych-out
Talk shit behind my back, pull the knife out
Young fool, he call me old school (Damn)
But you the one hope to reach twenty-two (So true)
Young boo, I done lived two of you (Two of you)
Young dog, I done lived three of y'all
So listen to a nigga when I'm freein' y'all (Listen)
It's no sucker shit when it's me involved (None, ayy, crazy)
Understand I am not like them
Chew 'em up, spit 'em out like phlegm (Crazy, mm)
And I am so convinced (What?)
This world, it don't make sense
Back to the future, it's a crisis
Controlled by these hand devices
Smartphone (Smartphone) equal dumb domes (Dumb domes)
Done forgot how to make my way back home
Ain't that a bitch?
Which way we goin', huh? (Ayy, do you remember my phone?)
I forgot, shit
We fish, call internet (Damn)
So let's blow up the internet (Boom)
It's artificial intelligence (Fake shit)
That make people irrelevant
Niggas goin' where the devil went
But Cube, never out my element
Keep it one thou'-thou' (Yeah)
And if you wanna bring the funk
Niggas still down with the pow-pow
If I do it, I'll never regret it (Never)
This world'll drive you crazy if you let it (Fuck that)
(Never) And I am so convinced (What?)
This world, it don't make sense (Yeah)
Understand I am not like them (No)
I'd rather be here kickin' with Kim
Every time I see them cakes
A nigga can't concentrate, that's why I'm overweight
'Cause I overate, wanna procreate
Let's glide on this beat like roller skates, baby (Yeah)
Understand I am not like them
My cup runneth over past the rim
Check out my melody like Rakim
It's not a felony chasin' my celery
Fuck what you tellin' me, I'ma live heavenly (Yeah)
Do this shit 'til I'm seventy
Do this shit 'til I'm ninety
And I still got the homie
Mr. WC as my crimee
You in the foxhole with the vets (That's right)
Livin' life with no regrets (Yeah)
Understand I am not like them (No)
Chew 'em up, spit 'em out like phlegm (Yeah, yo, hmm)
And I am so convinced
This world, it don't make sense
5150 lyrics - Ice Cube
Uh-huh (Yeah)
Yeah, bitch
I see your ass (You's a crazy bitch)
Crazy bitch
I see your ass (I got somethin' for that ass)
Uh-huh
Bitch, I'ma shoot you (Yeah)
I'ma shoot you, bitch (Believe that)
Come back over here (Mhm)
Uh-huh
Look, ho, are you crazy or just lazy?
I know the hair and nails are fugazi
Look at Tracy, walkin' in them Daisy Dukes
Like a prostitute, a nigga had to shoot
'Cause I hit them boots, I'm not your lover (No)
Never judge a book by the motherfuckin' cover
You can call your mother and your crackhead brother
I'm still not your man, dumb bitch, did I stutter? (D-D-Dumb bitch)
Crazy ass, throw your shit in the gutter
Psycho bitch, punch a hole in the rubber (Damn)
Psycho, heifer, disco, bitch
Go to the kitchen, hit your ass with the hot Crisco
I went down and I bought me a whistle
And a pistol just for this sick ho (Crazy bitch)
I got an order to restrain your daughter
And I'ma bust on her ass if she come any farther (For real)
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, the bitch need an antibiotic)
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, the bitch need an antibiotic)
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, the bitch need an antibiotic)
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, 5150)
When I go get a meal, see you parked up the hill (That's her)
Always tryna push us, hidin' in the bushes (Woo, we in the hood, bitch)
My paint scratched, car on the flat
That's how you wanna act, you fucking maniac? (Get back)
Go get a life, bitch, I got me a wife
I got me a motherfuckin' gun and a knife
I know you slow, ho, didn't even graduate
'Cause your ass too busy bumpin' Jazze Pha
Fuck the ass, homies see how the bitch act
Is she one can short of a six-pack?
When she call the police, kick you off the lease
And not let you see your lil' baby for a week
Ain't just a freak, she a motherfuckin' freak
And tell her ass to get my name on the cheek (Crazy ho)
Ho, you crazy as a Vietnam veteran
Go get your pills, bitch, better take your medicine (Cuckoo)
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, the bitch need an antibiotic)
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, the bitch need an antibiotic)
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, the bitch need an antibiotic)
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, 5150)
You's a ditzo, schizomanic depressant
I have a nigga sittin' home panickin', stressin'
She ain't bipolar, this bitch buy weed
She ain't that sober, she off that Twea
Half cocked and not playin' with a full deck
No need to rubberneck, the bitch is a train wreck
She ain't the one, homie, don't even try
Unless you want your dick superglued to your thigh
You'll have to be restrained, held and detained
The first time the ho call your mama out her name
A one-night stand will lead to weddin' plans
And talk about soccer practice and minivans
Fuck with that and you's a fool
I know that ass is fat, but nigga, I'm cool
I'm havin' flashbacks of that day in school
When she slit her wrists and jumped into the pool, nigga
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, the bitch need an antibiotic)
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, the bitch need an antibiotic)
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, the bitch need an antibiotic)
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, 5150)
Look, bitch, you want me to cheat?
You wanna act like a man? I'ma treat you like a man
Bitch, get in the car
Lookin' like an overfed St. Bernard
Or a curlin' iron burn on your forehead
Your stomach look like a baked potato
3 Lil Piggies lyrics - Ice Cube
These three little piggies say I ain't good as Biggie
These motherfuckin' niggies say my pen game is iffy
This ain't just yellin', nigga, this is storytellin'
Are there any seeds up in that watermelon?
Just because the melanin, never sold the heroin
Still got the avalanche flow that will bury them
Still got the pyroclastic flow and the calico
Red nigga, pale face, treat me like a Navajo
Bag a ho like a nigga work up at Stop-N-Go
Mop your ass then do a show, I call it mop and glow
Got to get my capital, Ice Cube is tactical
Holy mackerel, don't have to mack a ho
All I got to do is ask a ho (Ask a ho)
Then it's all mathematical, some say I'm radical
Skip the sabbatical, do you wanna battle, though?
Bitch niggas already know how that'll go
Fuckin' with Geronimo, even playin' dominoes
Get ghost, adiós nigga, vámonos
Motherfucker, I'm the Coast, get my locs
Get my folks takin' tokes, you's a hoax
Do you have any hits or just features?
These creatures spit bullshit from the bleachers
I'm the grim reaper with the ether
I'm the one that hit you with a sleeper, left you lookin' like a tweaker
Can you make it come out the speakers?
With over thirty years of heaters, motherfuckers can't beat us
Y'all better join us, anoint us
Yup, kick back and take pointers and stop cuttin' corners
Don't you try to warn us 'cause these lyrics are enormous (Yeah)
And I'm the truth and y'all just performance
He said, "Cube still got it," that's when I shot his ass
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout, bitch? I'm the product (Blast)
I'll never lose it, nigga, I'll just abuse it
Are we talkin' movies, bitch, or are we talkin' music?
Ghetto Story lyrics - Ice Cube
Just sit down, let me tell you a story
About a young man tryna find his glory (Oh no, no)
He did everything you can do in the streets to get his bag (Oh, yeah)
But if you never stop for love, life can be a slow drag (Mm)
What a drag, what a drag
More money, more problems (Problems)
Ever since we got this money, we continue squabblin'
I remember (I remember) we used to be steady mobbin'
Everybody wanna be Batman, fuck Robin (Fuck Robin)
Now when them thangs get to poppin' (Poppin')
Choppers get to choppin', loved ones get to droppin' (Get to droppin')
When them hearts get to stoppin'
Nobody cares about all the money that you clockin'
A bully on that bullshit (Bullshit)
Got a bullseye (Bullseye)
I forgot he said he on demon time (Mm)
I'm on God's time (Yeah)
This is oil and water
Your ass is with the devil, I'm with the Holy Father (Mm)
You'll probably shoot your mama (Mama)
For an extra comma over marijuana (A piranha)
Everybody say they want the bag
Yeah, I wanna get it, but not that bad
Let me tell ya this ghetto story
About a boy tryna find his glory, glory, glory
He did everything you can do in these streets to get a bag (Everything, oh yeah)
But if you don't stop for love, life can be a slow drag, slow drag
I'm tryna get cropped up without gettin' locked up
I'm tryna lay in the cut without gettin' mopped up
I'm tryna stand on my own and never get propped up (Never)
The pyroclastic flow can't get stopped up (No)
Niggas love money (Money), money love me (Me)
Please don't make me have to do you ugly
I'm tryin' not to be like a fuckin' thug be
Look at the sky, this fuckin' day is lovely
I'm tryin' not to hate ya for this little caper
Why you motherfuckers tryna pull me out my nature?
When you a Laker, everybody hates ya
Bitch niggas on the internet always tryna bait ya
And if you take the bait (Bait), they'll try to regulate
I'll bust on they ass like Warren G and Nate (Regulate)
And if you slip, they'll do you like they did Nip
Niggas from your own hoods send you on a trip
Let me tell you people my ghetto story
All about a man tryna find his road (Damn, his road, his road)
He did it all (He did it all) in these streets just to get his bag (Yeah, fuck)
But if you never stop for love, life is such a slow drag
Oh no, I can't trust 'em no more
We used to roll six-fours, I can't trust 'em no more (Oh no)
Oh no, I can't trust 'em no more
We used to run these hoes, I can't trust 'em no more (Oh no)
Oh no, I can't trust 'em no more
We used to roll six-fours, I can't trust 'em no more (Oh no)
Oh no, I can't trust 'em no more
We used to run these hoes, I can't trust 'em no more
Facts lyrics - Ice Cube & J-Dee Lench Mob
Y'all know what it is
This the West Coast warlord
I just scooped up my nigga J-Dee (He's been hot for more than a decade)
After doin' more than a dub
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you (Yeah)
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you (Mob on you)
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you (Mob on you)
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you (Lench Mob, come on, mob)
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you (Mob, mob)
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you (Mob, facts)
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you (Mob, mob)
I used to roll with Da Lench Mob
Doin' hip-hop 'til the shit pop
My nigga J-Dee, he had to break rocks
'Cause in the streets is where they lay opps
On the other side of the planet
Got the phone call, homie's in a panic
Goddamn it, what happened?
Niggas started fightin', then niggas started cappin'
I went to court out in Torrance
Had to make sure I didn't have warrants (Stay down)
No snitchin' to say the least
Saw the beasts eat my nigga piece by piece
Even though he didn't do it
The police, the DA, the judge all knew it
He still walked off twenty
Now he's at home with a cup full of Henny, bitch
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you (Mob on you)
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you (Mob on 'em)
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you (Yeah)
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you (Lench Mob, mob on 'em, mob)
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you (Mob, Lench)
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you (Mob, facts)
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you (Mob, mob)
Now, let me put this in perspective
Twenty-five to life for the murder, four years for the weapon
I fought the case for two years, runnin' fades
In the county with the Crips, the Bloods, Essays
Moms talkin' shit, baby mama trippin'
Keep gettin' diced tellin' me to do some snitchin'
Niggas ain't silent like they claim they was
Sold me out for jealousy and sold me out for drugs
Hit the foe yard, got approached by some killers
Baby Long Mac, HB [?]
Let them niggas know I'm on some Lench Mob shit
But if it get crackin', I'm ridin' with the Crips
And if it gettin' racial, I'm ridin' with the Blacks
And when we politickin', cuz, I'ma need facts
From riots to melees, removals to cell fights
You thought about goin' home, nigga, I got life
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, l'll mob on you (Lench Mob)
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you (Lench Mob)
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you (Lench Mob, Lench Mob, mob)
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you (Mob, Lench Mob, Lench Mob)
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you (Mob, Lench Mob, mob)
I'm really mobbin', I'm a mobber, I'll mob on you (Mob, mob)
The return of J-Dee (Yeah)
Lench Mob
It's good to see you on these streets, nigga
Make sure you stay out here, you know what I mean?
Fighting For My Life In Paradise lyrics - Ice Cube & Kurupt
Feels so good livin' that life
Yeah, this for the big homies
Givin' that game, you dig? Yeah
I'm fightin' for my life in paradise
All we got in life is a pair of dice
I'm fightin' for my life in paradise
All we got in life is a pair of dice
Today was a good day, but it could be better (Yeah)
It's hard to try to make your heart light as a feather
Everything is hard (Hard), everybody's hard (Hard)
In some kind of way (What?), everybody's scarred (Yep)
Don't pull my card, ain't tryna beef (Nah)
No more grief, I'm just lookin' for relief
I don't give a damn if they lyin' through they teeth (Don't give a damn)
Everybody know I'm the motherfuckin' chief (Everybody)
In my tepee smokin' on this leaf (Yeah)
Or in them floor seats with my son Shareef (Hey)
Or with my wife Kim, I'm not like them (No)
Everybody know I spit 'em out like phlegm
I play above the rim, they stuck on the ground
Been tryna bring me down since I put on the crown
Mad 'cause my frown is upside down
And niggas still tryna be Homey the Clown
I clown they ass and drown they ass
Why they still talkin' about my past?
Tellin' all my people when I talked to 'em last
Mad 'cause I'm seein' up under the mask
Game, a portrait of a thousand pictures
Flippin' riches in front of a thousand snitches (Right)
Slick back, slidin' with a thousand bitches, huh
And I'm fightin' for my life in paradise
All we got in life is a pair of dice
I'm fightin' for my life in paradise
All we got in life is a pair of dice
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you
Let me break it down in layman's terms the things you do
Too much, drop-top, stickin' the clutch
Just dippin' on my Dayna Danes livin' it up
I live life nice (Nice), I never think twice (Twice)
I just keep it gangsta in this paradise (Paradise)
In this paradise, shine like ice, twice as nice
There really ain't too much to say
Besides livin' your life and stayin' out the way
Man, fuck these bitches (Right)
And fuck these snitches
And every single one of these punk-ass niggas
'6-4 Impala, a scholar or Rottweiler, baller, bitch
Iguodala with dollars up in the islands
Monster MAC, with bosses in the back off 'yac
Cock 'em back and react
I'm fightin' for my life in paradise
All we got in life is a pair of dice
I'm fightin' for my life in paradise
All we got in life is a pair of dice
Alright, I'm gon' shoot these motherfuckers, you understand?
I'm gon' shoot, but I better not crap, that's all I know
I just better not crap
Come on, six, with your funky ass
I've been waitin' for you all night
Let's Get Money Together lyrics - Ice Cube & B-Real
It feels good when you ball out after you fall out (It feels good when you ball out)
I want friends, not enemies (I want friends, not enemies)
And we can blow plenty weed
Spark that shit
Let's get money together
Let's get money together (Let's get it)
Let's get money together
Let's get money together
LA is like a treasure (Let's get money together, jackpot)
Keep it quiet and clever (Let's get money together)
To the Blacks and Latinos makin' them C-notes, duckin' them gringos
To the Blacks and Latinos makin' them C-notes, duckin' them gringos (Duckin' them motherfuckers)
Yeah, we sling that dope track (Slang that dope track)
Puffin' trees like a smokestack (Smoke that)
It's West Coast and you know that
All brand new, fuck a throwback (Fuck it)
Let's put our brains together, put some things together
We can change the weather
Represent (Represent) the twenty-third letter
I'm a gorilla (Gorilla), you a go-getter
Let's get money together
Let's get money together (Let's get it)
Let's get money together (Let's get it, come on)
Let's get money together
Now, we can do more than low-ride (Low-ride)
With the vatos from your side (Your side)
We can pump up the green pride (That's right)
Dr. Green thumb get you high
Cube, eat half of this edible (Yay-yay, come on)
You 'bout to feel incredible (High)
Insane to the brain, no chemical
What I prescribe is way beyond medical
To the Blacks and Latinos makin' them C-notes, duckin' them gringos (Duckin' them motherfuckers)
To the Blacks and Latinos makin' them C-notes, duckin' them gringos (Duckin' them motherfuckers)
Let's get money together (Come on)
Let's get money together (Come on)
Let's get money together (Get it)
Let's get money together (Mm)
Do it quiet and clever (Shh, let's get money together)
LA is like a treasure (Jackpot, let's get money together)
It starts with you and I (And I)
Watch this whole city unify (Unify)
Put it all together like a union, why? (Yeah)
People unified can't be denied
Now, can we do business?
Can we hang out when the business is finished? (What ya got?)
It's barbecue and burritos
I'm in the hood with the homies and amigos
Let's get money together (Let's get it)
Let's get money together (Let's spin it)
Let's get money together (Who with it?)
Let's get money together
To the Blacks and Latinos makin' them C-notes, duckin' them gringos
To the Blacks and Latinos makin' them C-notes, duckin' them gringos (Let's get it)
Let's get money together (Get it)
Let's get money together (Come on)
Let's get money together
Let's get money together
I'mma Burn Rubber lyrics - Ice Cube
Hey (Zero to a hundred, nigga, real quick)
Yeah, yeah (Door's open, man)
Uh (Zero to a hundred, nigga, real quick)
Horny Horns
Uh (Zero to a hundred, nigga, real quick)
Yeah, door's open, man (Zero to a hundred, nigga, real quick)
Yeah, come on
I'mma burn rubber
I'mma burn rubber
I'mma burn rubber
I'mma burn rubber
Turnt up (Turnt up)
Like a fireman, bitches get burnt up (Burnt up)
Wanna fight, man, we can move furniture
This Westside rollin' (Rollin')
Talk that shit (Shit), keep y'all trollin'
Nigga (Nigga), Ice Cube ain't like them (Uh)
He's the clash of the titans (Yeah)
Go home with your vikings (Go)
Tell 'em come back, try again
We'll beat that ass and treat that ass
How Jesus passed three days later at the repass
I'mma burn rubber all on the grass
Fishtails (Fishtails), certified dope, nigga, fish scale (Fish scale)
Young ho 'bout to feel that big toe
Bitch better have my crypto
Ya know, young ho, out the door
When I go, foot to the floor, bitch
I'mma burn rubber
I'mma burn rubber
I'mma burn rubber
I'mma burn rubber
Uh, block off the intersection (Where?)
In all four directions
I'm in my whip with my cousins (Cousins)
Donuts, we got a dozen (Dozen)
Go nuts when we buzzin' (Buzzin')
Fuck the fuzz when they fuzzin' (Fuck 'em)
Come through, drop a gear 'on em
Yeah, I can smell fear on 'em (Fear on 'em)
When I pop this clutch (Yeah)
And bang these gears (Huh) and drop these nuts
Leave my name on the pavement
Pink slips is the pavement
But I don't want your shit
I don't want your car, I don't want your bitch
All I want is my chips
All I want is my dip, all I want is my drip (Yeah)
Don't trip (Zero to a hundred nigga, nigga, real quick)
We can flip (Come on)
I got a clip (Zero to a hundred nigga, nigga, real quick)
But I'mma jump in my whip, bitch
I'mma burn rubber (And?)
I'mma burn rubber (And?)
I'mma burn rubber (And?)
I'mma burn rubber
I say, "Bye, Felicia"
When I catch bitches by my speakers
Don't block the meters
With monster ass, will it eat us?
Better run for the hills
But y'all young niggas rather run to the pills (To the pills)
I'm the one with the skills
The one with the one with the guns, with the kills (With the kills)
It's a car commercial
But I gotta make shit controversial
Can you please alert your
Bitch-ass homies in your circle?
That I won't hurt you
We off that brown and off that purple
Before I dirt you
I'll shake your ass, I will skirt you
Yeah, her too
Yeah, huh, before I murk you
I'mma burn rubber
I'mma burn rubber
I'mma burn rubber
I'mma burn rubber
Especially You lyrics - Ice Cube
Okay, I need everybody on the dance floor
Right about now
Right about now
Yeah
Shake that shit, let her twerk
All she wanna do is put in work
All she wanna do is get off of work
Hit the dance floor and go berserk
Lookin' like dinner and dessert
Better back up, nigga, don't get hurt
You ain't tryna hurt what's under that skirt
Cube come through, watch you get murked
Straight from the dirt
Put the world on alert
If you're scared, go to church
I'ma kill it first
You know this motherfuckin' verse
It's gon' leave in a hearse
Bitch, obey your thirst
Then hand O'Shea your purse
You fuckin' with Catholic curve
We'll show your ass the universe
Yeah, I said
I need everybody on the dance floor
Especially you
Look at that freak bitch startin' to freak
Look at that geek nigga startin' to geek
Freak wanna freak eight days a week
Saw that ass from across the street
Busted you best I can
Fucked around and hit a pedestrian
Picked him up after the crash
Nigga asked me, "Did you see that ass?"
Fuckin' that shit up, bitch, I get lit up
Hands up, this is a stick-up
Dust get kicked up, then I pick a trick up
See that dick up, bitch get the hiccups
Me and my niggas, we like pickups
Those fake, don't try to trick us
These things are natural
Ten times better than silicone
Yeah, I need asses wigglin' (Yup)
And titties jigglin' (Yup)
Especially you
Shake that shit, let her twerk
All she wanna do is put in work
All she wanna do is get off of work
Hit the dance floor and go berserk
Lookin' like dinner and dessert
Better back up, nigga, don't get hurt
You ain't tryna hurt what's under that skirt
Cube come through, watch you get murked
Straight from the dirt
Put the world on alert
If you're scared, go to church
I'ma kill it first
You know this motherfuckin' verse
It's gon' leave in a hearse
Bitch, obey your thirst
Then hand O'Shea your purse
You fuckin' with Catholic curve
We'll show your ass the universe
Yeah, I said
I need everybody on the dance floor
Especially you
Break The Mirror lyrics - Ice Cube & Xzibit
Don Mega, Mr. X-to-the-motherfuckin'-Z
Yeah, been a long time comin'
Yeah, ah, yeah
Break the mirror (Break the mirror)
Bitch, break the mirror (Break the mirror)
It's no use, you don't want the truth (Ah)
Break the mirror (Break the mirror)
Bitch, break the mirror (Break the mirror)
It's no way I can make it no clearer
I'm in the coupe, I'm in the booth, I got the youth (I got the youth)
I rock a Goose, I got the game up in a noose (Headlock)
The engineer don't get distracted by caboose (Nah)
Fuck Zeus, fucked up by Dr. Seuss (Fuck him)
Screws loose when they had me up in school (Screws loose)
I learned to swim in a pissy-ass pool (You know the rules)
The golden rule was actin' like a fool
Don't let these OGs use you like a tool (Nah, homie)
Only boss give orders, niggas get requests
I'm slingin' this dope like CVS
These pharmaceuticals'll make you think shit is beautiful
When it's fucked up like a funeral
Ice Cube, I don't act feminine (Nah)
You know, kinda like him and them
I'm toxic as Eminem (Toxic)
When he's high off adrenaline, your ass is cinnamon (Sweet)
Mirror, mirror on the wall (On the wall)
Nobody wanna get involved (Get involved)
Problem solved with a rebel without a pause
Beat the devil out his gasoline drawers (Yeah)
It's levels to this bullshit, shovel for that bullshit
Metal for the full clip, crack it like a bullwhip
Fake it 'til you make a trick, I'm about to take the shit
Wearin' a black rag handkerchief
Break the mirror
Break the mirror (Yeah, yeah)
Break the mirror
Uh-huh, yeah
Mirror, mirror on the wall, I just want it all
I want it now without workin', I swear I'll work it off (Yeah)
Watch me paint a perfect picture, my presence Picasso
I'm a IG model, click the link in my bio
With all these natural disasters, the oceans are risin'
The drinkin' water gettin' shorter, them people is lyin'
Feedin' us fentanyl and TikTok (TikTok)
You know it's always one dickhead fuckin' off the money shot (Always)
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was off of Sunset in Hollywood
Still try to make it out the hood for the greater good
Never lie to yourself (Never)
Niggas sellin' they soul, sex, murder, and wealth (Who?)
X murder to Don Mega, we put in the work (Yeah, work)
These Impalas is clean (Clean), got it all out the dirt (Dirt)
And when that truth come out, that's when feelings get hurt
I put your face on a shirt, remember where you heard it first (Yeah)
Break the mirror (Break the mirror)
Bitch, break the mirror (Break the mirror, yeah)
It's no use, you don't want the truth (They don't want it, no)
Break the mirror (Break the mirror)
Bitch, break the mirror (Break the mirror)
It's no way I can make it no clearer
Talkin' Bout These Rappers lyrics - Ice Cube
Hey, homie, you see, you see what that nigga said? (You know, a keyboard ho)
Yeah, he just went live (Yeah, you know, a keyboard ho)
Yeah, yeah, he talkin' shit (Yeah, you know, a keyboard ho)
Yeah, nigga, I'ma send it to you (Yeah)
Bitch, motherfuckers be
Talkin' 'bout these rappers on the internet (Internet)
Talkin' 'bout these rappers on the internet (Internet)
Sittin' there tryna look innocent (Innocent)
Talkin' 'bout rappers ain't militant (Militant)
Talkin' 'bout you trappers on the internet (Internet)
Talkin' 'bout them clappers on the internet (Internet)
Google up these nuts, bitch, I been a vet (Been a vet)
I don't give a fuck what's on the internet (Internet)
Look at that nigga on that keyboard
Saturday night, he must be bored
Talkin' that shit in that Discord
Did his research, it was piss poor
Did a whole history on Abel and Cain
Don't even know his great-grandmama name
How this bitch nigga think he ordained
To tell me what is a motherfuckin' shame?
Askin' for change, askin' for likes
Please subscribe to my bullshit tribe
Who's your top five, dead or alive?
Did you know that he was a dyke?
Sip, sip, sip, got sipped like a bitch
That celebrity, he ain't rich
That motherfucker, he ain't shit
Nigga came through here and fucked my bitch
I am bitter, I'm on Twitter
Rappin'-ass ho, I'm gonna get her
That little critter might be with her
I'm at home stuck with the litter
I'm on the shitter plannin' dinner
How I become the babysitter?
I don't give a fuck that I used to be a rapper
Presto, bitch, I am Jake Tapper
Talkin' 'bout these rappers on the internet (Internet)
Talkin' 'bout these rappers on the internet (Internet)
Sittin' there tryna look innocent (Innocent)
Talkin' 'bout rappers ain't militant (Militant)
Talkin' 'bout you trappers on the internet (Talkin' 'bout 'em, talkin' 'bout 'em, tryna bitch)
Talkin' 'bout them clappers on the internet (Talkin' 'bout 'em, talkin' 'bout 'em, tryna snitch)
Google up these nuts, bitch, I been a vet (Google these, Google these)
I don't give a fuck what's on the internet (I don't give a, I don't give a, and what you see)
Look at that girl livin' frugal
Use her noodle, learn to Google
Fuck your cat and your poodle
And your science 'cause it's pseudo
You're on Pluto, I'm on Earth
Don't ask me the day of my birth
Y'all bitches had to surf
My Black ass from the turf
Y'all better stick to the artistry
Don't ask me, ask Cardi B
Y'all keep fuckin' with celebrities
Now you gotta move out overseas
Hot damn, goddamn, thought it was a playground
They took your page down, please put the gauge down, no
This is a takedown, bitch, it's a shakedown
You better lay down slow
Give me that purse
Garnish that check, I get it first
Bitch, you the worst, photo outbursts
That ain't candor, ho, that's slander
Read her Miranda, I can't stand her
Grab that bitch and her camera
Report that ho, collect that dough
Don't you know that they just banned her?
Talkin' bout these rappers on the internet (Talkin' bout 'em, talkin' 'bout 'em, that's all they doin')
Talkin' 'bout these rappers on the internet (Talkin' bout 'em, talkin' 'bout 'em, you been annoyin')
Sittin' there tryna look innocent (Innocent, fuck you too)
Talkin' 'bout rappers ain't militant (Militant, all they do is)
Talkin' 'bout you trappers on the internet (Talkin' 'bout 'em, talkin' 'bout 'em, tryna bitch)
Talkin' 'bout them clappers on the internet (Talkin' 'bout 'em, talkin' 'bout 'em, tryna snitch)
Google up these nuts, bitch, I been a vet (Google these, Google these)
I don't give a fuck what's on the internet (I don't give a, I don't give a, and what you see)
Don't forget to hit that like and share button
Don't forget to subscribe
If you wanna be down with my tribe
But I'm the motherfuckin' chief
And if you niggas don't like it
Y'all want that smoke, y'all can get that goddamn smoke
Because don't nobody know more than me
I'm on the motherfuckin' internet, bitch
This my show, ho
Yeah, fuck, you a bitch-ass motherfucker
Man, man, hang up, man
Man, don't subscribe to me, man
Un-un-un-unlike me, man
Unshare me, bitch
Unsubscribe, ho
Scary Movie lyrics - Ice Cube
Yeah
The fuck is this?
That's that weirdo shit
I didn't pay to see this shit
What is wrong with this movie?
What is wrong with this movie?
Let's go (Niggas is weird, man)
I'ma stick to the script, I was there when you flipped
I'ma read the transcript
Elephant (Elephant), I don't forget
I hold a grudge, I must admit
Beef nigga (Beef nigga) with the bad actor
He's well done, flip his ass with the spatula
Surf and turf, serve him with some lobster
The imposter, give him the Oscar
I don't understand what's goin' on
I just come through with the Y chromosome
Alpha male, now public enemy
My amenity is toxic masculinity
I see niggas ad-libbin'
Actin' like women, even Don Lemon
Cut it out, boy, you need an editor
I'm the predator, ten steps ahead of ya
What is wrong with this movie?
What is wrong with this movie?
What is wrong with this movie?
I had to ask Monster Pookie
See, they want satisfaction
Lights, cameras, but can't take the action
Dunce (Dunce), I do all my stunts
I roll all my blunts, I do it all at once
They don't love you, you need a body double
I need a bodyguard, hate to bust your bubble
Ice Cube is on a whole 'nother level
No, I didn't sell my soul to the devil
Hollywood is the wine of Merlin
Break a leg, nigga, that's a curtain
Break your shit for sure, that's for certain
I stopped your animation, Tim Burton
You can be who you wanna be (Wanna be)
Thought your life was a drama, bitch, it's a comedy
On screen, you play for the home team
Off screen, your ass Harvey Weinstein
What is wrong with this movie?
What is wrong with this movie?
I had to ask Monster Pookie
He said niggas on dookie
Take Me To Your Leader lyrics - Ice Cube
Yeah
I'd like to dedicate this to all the spineless jellyfish
All you motherfuckers who can't think for theyselves
All the sheeple, you know who you are
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you, uh, go get your big homie
Take me to your leader (Bitch)
Why they send a out a greeter? (Who the fuck are you?)
I'm from the mothership, bitch
We just landed on this planet, goddamn it, now
When I come through, don't send me no peon (Never)
Intercept your game just like Deion (Give me that)
Run it back, high steppin' from the fifty (From the fifty)
Do it all in Chuck Taylors and Dickies
Just forget me if you ain't with me (Why?)
Girl, stop singin' if you ain't Whitney (Stop it)
I keep it one hundred, one thousand, one million
One billion, one trillion, I'ma hurt y'all feelings (Lil' bitch)
You ain't a leader, you a follower
You a swallower, you a dollar whore
Buy your ass out the dollar store
I'm throwin' rocks, what the fuck you holler for?
Niggas gettin' hit with the truth (Ooh)
Droppin' they ass like flippin' off the roof (Off the roof)
Ever since I was a youth
I think for myself, now I'm leadin' the all troops (Westside)
Boy, your life is a oops
Movin' like sheep, now you're walkin' with the groups
I move like a eagle lookin' regal (Lookin' regal)
Y'all move like a flock of seagulls
How you gon' move the needle?
When guido will snitch for a bag of Cheetos (Lil' bitch)
You got it all fucked up
Boy, you ain't a leader, you ain't nothin' but a breeder
You's a ho
Take me to your leader
Low-level motherfucker
Take me to your leader
I don't talk to motherfuckers who can't say yes
Shut the fuck up and take me to your leader
So get out my face
Shut the fuck up and take me to your leader
Ego Maniacs lyrics - Ice Cube, Busta Rhymes & Killer Mike
All you hoes (All you hoes)
You know (You know how it go), it's my ego
Yeah (My ego's the cheat code)
My hero was a Nigga With an Attitude, leader of a Lench Mob
Bought me a '6-4 just to watch it Crip hop
Told the teacher, "I'ma grow up, make hardcore hip-hop"
And bitch, I did it, big bank made big knots
Little nigga 'bout his bankroll, fuck stank hoes
Three days straight, I was trappin' in the same clothes
Fuck gold, nigga rather pay for the studio
Bought the golds and the Vogues, and the lows, and the pros
Bought the pounds and the rounds, and the house, and the hoes
I'm talking real player shit like my man Too $hort
And back to the motherfuckin' basics
Nigga keep a .4-4 on 'em, 'cause you're too two-faced
Goddamnit, I am it, I'm so dynamic
This guy, goddamnit, spit fire, cause damage
I refuse to be moved by these new school antics
That's it, I'm the shit, bitch, this shit jammin' (Ya know)
They know
It's my ego
All you hoes (All you hoes), you know (You know how it go)
It's my ego (Yeah, my ego's the cheat code)
Before I Crip walk it out, I'm the one he talkin' 'bout
Knock you out, wake you up, break you up, chalk you out
Ain't no checkin' in, bitches, just checkin' out
One nigga soak it in, one nigga stressin' out
Go the hunnid route, by the haunted house
Like Boyz n the Hood, the nigga wanted out
Homie let him out, then we skirted out
South Central, bitch, fuck what you heard about
Lollipops get molly-whopped (Molly-whopped)
You're probably opp, so your ass will probably drop
My ego's the cheat code (Yeah)
Think twice 'fore you go beast mode
Nigga kill a demon in a hurry (In a hurry)
You the GOAT, I make curry
Bitch, Steph Curry will bury (Will bury)
Them threes like Tom, Dick, and Harry
Leave them colonizers in the cemetery now
They know
It's my ego
All you hoes (All you hoes), you know (You know how it go)
It's my ego (Yeah, my ego's the cheat code)
Yo
And as a young wild nigga that was moving and that was lit out
A young Busta that was buggin', tryna figure shit out
Got my name from Chuck D and I was hype like, "What's the drilly?"
Then came the birth of Leaders of the New, fucking up Spectrum City
Yeah, and I remember to this day
Cube and N.W.A. was beefin', the group was in a disarray
Stayed at the stu' on school nights late, lookin' forward to a spankin'
Couldn't believe who pulled up to 510 South Franklin
P.E. headquarters, thinking 'bout Turks and Caicos
Chuck and Hank pulled up with Cube
While a nigga lookin' like Thanos
They know what was about to happen like they had Dracos
In their hip line curating and strategizing America's
Most Wanted and he haunted MCs and walked with machetes
I never seen this act of hunger from rappers platinum already
Thank you, Cube, I got my foot up on the clutch
While shifting the gear, I learned how to win while not giving a fuck, nigga
They know
It's my ego
All you hoes (All you hoes), you know (You know how it go)
It's my ego
(Yeah, my ego's the cheat code, and we about to reload)
It's my ego (Haha)
All you hoes (All you hoes), you know (You know how it go)
It's my ego
(Yeah, my ego's the cheat code, and we about to reload)
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