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1. _ Supreme Hustle
[interigation intro...] [Ice Cube] Don Dadaa, uhh, uhh, yeah You can't see me, but you can feel me You can feel me, you can feel me It's the world, famous, supreme team show, supreme team show...[x2] uhh, look at me [verse one] I be the one that you love to hate I be the one that's from out of state I be the one with the nickle plate I be the one with the mean face I be the one with the bad taste I be the one that you worry 'bout I be the one that make ya hurry out I be the one that make your mama shout I be the one that's the cleanest (fo' sho') I be the one with the niggas and guns that's the meanest (let 'em know) [chorus] Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep) I call em team tustle (whatcha call it?) Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep) I call em team tustle (yeah yeah) [verse two] You be the one that we laugh at (ha ha) You be the one that can't have that (uh uhn) You be the one to get your ass cracked (crack!) You be the one that's takin' live rounds You be the one thats got to run from them bloodhounds You be the one with the eight babies My seven ladies, still dressin' like the eighties You be the one that just checked in emergency You be the one thats a die, in need of surgery [chorus] Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep) I call em team tustle (ready) Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep) I call em team tustle It's the world, famous, supreme team show, supreme team show...[x2] [verse three] We be the ones that your woman love We be the ones that your fellas hug We be the ones that you jellous of We be the ones with the big guns We be the ones with the six-uns You should get one We be the ones with the dirty spirits We be the ones with them bomb ass dirty lyrics We be the ones that your kids like We be the ones that make you beat your wife And hate your life (tell 'em) [chorus] Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep) I call em team tustle (yeah yeah) Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep) I call em team tustle (brrrrmph) Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep) I call em team tustle (uh huh) Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep) I call em team tustle (automatic) uh huh, yep, uh huh, yep It's the world, famous, supreme team show, supreme team show...[x2] [outro] You got to hustle a dot, no lie to all my people that's down to survive Gone and ride Hustle a dot, no lie, to all my people that's down to survive Gone and ride Hustle a dot, no lie, to all my people that's down to survive Gone and ride Hustle a dot, no lie, to all my people that's down to survive Gone and ride Get ya ride on (gone and ride) Hustle mang hustle mang (gone and ride) It's automatic Ice Cube; incredible, yeah I'm on the grind all the time Hustle mang, hustle mang, hustle mang more free lyrics |
2. _ 24 MC Hours
[Ice Cube] Put the whoop on 'em (Ice Cube, a.k.a. Don Mega) Put the whoop on 'em (a.k.a. Poppa Don) Put the whoop on 'em (a.k.a. the Big Fish) Put the whoop on 'em (a.k.a. Brainiac) Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (uh huh) Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (Keep it gangsta) Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (all my life) Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (all my life) [verse one] Everyting is real on this concrete and steel Niggas peel your cap for a happy meal I got to deal with this ball of confusion, world of illusions We ain't losin' playa (never), weez winnin' Playin' every night when we sendin' paper chasing, grinin' While you still chasin' women 'round tables no lieutenants Use your own man grown, (hook it up) It's Ice Cube and the family stone Breakin' bread every night in L.A. And I pray, for one more day that's unate (check it) It's 90 degrees no enemies in sight Even the Don gotta fall to his knees every night [chorus] Can I get 24 more hours (can I get get) Without dealin' with these killers and these cowards (can I can can) I don't wanna loose, all i wanna do is win I fucked up today, can I try it again? [verse two] I'm lovin' every breath like a cold sip of soda While I'm bankin' down these back streets, thanks for lookin' over Damn sure nice to know ya, fuck a four leaf clover And thanks for this range rover We gets down with this underground gangsta shit Politians and parents, always havin' a fit Everybody wanna know "who you with?" "where you from?" Why you lookin' at me dumb? Here's a bullet cuz you number one Nobody knows, the fate of a platinum rap star (nobody knows) We gotta wait until tommorow (yeah yeah) And I'm a nigga like you (yeah yeah) You know I got the bar [chorus] Can I get 24 more hours (can I get get) Without dealin' with these killers and these cowards (can I can can) I don't wanna loose, all i wanna do is win I fucked up today, can I try it again? Put the whoop on 'em (look to allah) Put the whoop on 'em (pray to your god) Put the whoop on 'em (I look to allah) Put the whoop on 'em (pray to your god) [verse three] Mister prosperity, these niggas wanna bury me Your bitch wanna mary me Rollin' more than a cherokee Don't, I drive what I want, and what I ain't drivin' I don't want Let it be known (let it be known) Permits hit the conk in the reagal But weez legal niggas dollars got bald eagles nigga You can't undermine Mister Grime You rappin' 'bout the same shit i rapped about in '89 Tryin' to be the new fien(d) (never), with raps complex They love you one minute and they hate you the next Push my lex thru the california sunshine Look back on my life and say "damn I done done fine" (damn) (I done done fine) (uhh) Mister Ice Cube, i'm always on the grime (always, always) The Don Mega Mega Don, Don Mega Mega Don [chorus] Can I get 24 more hours (can I get get) Without dealin' with these killers and these cowards (can I can can) I don't wanna loose, all i wanna do is win I fucked up today, can I try it again? Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta) Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (everybody) Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (Keep it gangsta) Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (all my life) [outro] I know we can make it, I know that we can I know damn well that we can work it out I know we can make it, I know that we can I know damn well that we can work it out I know we can make it, I know that we can I know damn well that we can work it out I know we can make it, I know that we can I know damn well that we can work it out ...and we can work it out, we goan work it out my niggas work it out, help us work it out more free lyrics |
3. _ Can You Bounce
--Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it Wiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little-- [Ice Cube] Baby baby can you bouce to this (bounce) Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (bounce) Turn it up, we can clown to this Throw your hands in the air if you down with this [verse one] I hear you bragin 'bout the money you foldin' Same nigga that be kissin' my colon When you picture me rollin' Nigga picture me holdin', pure heat like Nolan They call me Poppa Doctor See your bitch and i knock her I collect them like Pokemon From Nokishan, accept the ones with no behind You can keep 'em, keep 'em from creepin' where i'm sleepin' Same bitch and same club every weekend Same drink, same dress, brainless What would you do if i handed you a stainless Can't fuck with a girl that's gameless Would you tell the po-po's what my name is Baby baby can you bouce to this (baby bounce) Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (smoke an ounce) Turn it up, we can clown to this Throw your hands in the air if you down with this (yeah yeah) --Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it Wiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little-- [repeat] [verse two] Don't stop get it get it I'm not the kind to get jiggy with it I'm the kind to get niggy with it I'm a show you what it's all about, trick! Shake yo' ass till your curls fall out, bitch! Don't pretend you can live without, dick! Come with me ain't no doubt that i'm, rich! Whatchoo goan do in the early 'morn When the lights come on, and your drink is gone Do you think you grown Think we convone (?) It's a party at my house i got drinks at home Get to undressin', pull out the lethal weapon Look you in the eye and i aks you one question Baby baby can you bouce to this (bounce) Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (what choo smokin' on?) Turn it up, we can clown to this Throw your hands in the air if you down with this --Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it Wiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little-- [repeat] [Jay-Z sample] ---"Bounce, bitch, bounce wit me wit me...can ya"---[repeat] [verse three] Who that nigga that be in the club every week Who that cheep mutherfucker won't buy you a drink Who that bitch dressed like a freak but she won't speak Who that hoe think she is, like her shit don't stink Who that player on the floor, sweatin' in all silk Who that girl showin' tits, like she got milk Who that hater in the corner, always on tilt Who that fool in the parking lot about to get killed (yeah) Baby baby can you bouce to this (can you bounce) Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (blaze one) Turn it up, we can clown to this Throw your hands in the air if you down with this (if you down with this) Baby baby can you bouce to this (huh) Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (dogg best C.G.(?) Turn it up, we can clown to this Throw your hands in the air if you down with this --Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it Wiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little-- [repeat] yeah, Ice Cube (bounce it, bounce it...) [Jay-Z sample] ---"Bounce, bitch, bounce wit me wit me...can ya"---[repeat] more free lyrics |
4. _ Gotta Be Insanity
[Ice Cube] Uhh, gotta get it...uhhh....hmmm....get it, get it --baby-- [verse one] Stab thru the neighborhood, these spinin' Weez winin', scrap with the John Lennon Head rests, TV's in 'em Best in the nation, on this playstation The Don Daata, gotta get you hotter Been a buck naked nigga smokin' water On a friday, the get high day Blowin' at a hot date, findin' Shade Black and bicantay, with ass everwhere, how you do that there? A sight to behold, break the mold Just tryin' to get some before the world explode I see you tryin' to get caught Well shake what your mama gave ya, plus what you bought We fuck and we fought, we laugh and we cry Told the truth and we lie [chorus] You be good to me, i'll be good to you Anything you want, anything you do I got my eyes on you, and i'm in to you Give it all I got, and to keep it hot [verse two] Now what a freak like you, doin' with a fool like me? Explain it to your family It's got to be insanity --because I like what you're doing to me-- You know you ain't right standin' at the light Think it's chocolate with that shit too tight And if I fuck around and get you in the car with me Motherfuckers would think I had a star with me Now see the haterism increase They hate when you got a dime piece And I got one shotgun, and I might catch a hot one When i'm lookin' for love and niggas got none, uhh If you let me handcuff your wrist Bonnie and Clyde ain't got shit on this Cuz Bonnie and Clyde had to take a risk But most of my money see it's all legit --baby-- It's all about your state of mind Now what would you do if I handed you a tech nine? Are you feelin' me? Would you stay down like Hillary? Even if you thought about killin' me? [chorus] You be good to me, i'll be good to you Anything you want, anything you do I got my eyes on you, and i'm in to you Give it all I got, and to keep it hot [verse three] Now what a freak like you, doin' with a fool like me? Explain it to your family It's got to be insanity --because I like what you're doing to me-- Are you the type of girl that would call them folks Have your man leave the house in chains and ropes Don't need the kind of girl that'll have me in court On lawsuits lyin' about demestic abuse Have a bitch like Judge Judy cussin' me out Garnish my cheques, reposses my lex Cuz I come from a place in southern Californi Where hoes rake niggas for tons of alimoni But fuck the world don't aks me for shit Unless you my boo, and i'm fuckin' you The rest of these broads ain't knowin' That i'm a have you bumpin' Lauryn, in somethin' foreign Come thru blow the horn Stick your wrists out the window And wave to your kinfolks Let 'em know who you with And to your crazy ass daddy, let him know who to get [chorus] You be good to me, i'll be good to you Anything you want, anything you do I got my eyes on you, and i'm in to you Give it all I got, and to keep it hot Now what a freak like you, doin' with a fool like me? Explain it to your family It's got to be insanity --because I like what you're doing to me-- [repeat last 3 lines, 4 times] more free lyrics |
5. _ Until We Rich
(Chorus) Krayzie Bone: Nigga the missions to get what we dont got, struggle and dont stop till we drop, Krayzie Bone and Ice Cube, (the best thing in life is life) (get your mind right, get your grind right) We gotta keep going, (hey young thugs) We gotta keep going, (get your mind right, get your grind right) (hey young thugs) (get your mind right, get your grind right) Ice Cube: Look into my eyes if you wanna know me, Before you Hypnotize, Homey what do you see, A figure thats just a little bigger than dealers, A hustler countin figures, I aint pullin no triggers, Can you dig us? We be the ultimate lick, We the hitters that make the ultimate hits, kinda bossy, kinda bo-say Gotta be done my way, Do what the fuck I say, Top of the pyramid, Homey what I tella, more free lyrics |
6. _ Waitin' Ta Hate
(Ain't no 'California Love') (Love) (Love)... I see them niggas You see them niggas? I see them niggas Look at them niggas just waitin to hate (wait) Waitin to hate, waitin to hate (look at them niggas) Look at them bitches just waitin to hate (wait) Waitin to hate (wait) waitin to hate [VERSE 1] Get your ride on, ride on This ain't the day for you to die on, die on I'm a nigga that they lie on, lie on See these shoes you wanna try on, try on Yo, we can go to war with the enemy All we need is A.K.s and Hennessy This ain't back in the days of Tennessee Pull the trigger and release the energy [shots] See muthafuckas run till they catch one In the back, and it might cause a cardiac Bitch act like he died and we brought him back Him screamin for his mama and his sister pack Flatline - These niggas wanna act like They ain't never had a full can of act-right Make me pull out my gat, right And smoke his muthafuckin ass like a crackpipe So what you sayin, muthafucka? We ain't playin, muthafucka A.K.'in muthafuckas So what you sayin, muthafucka? We ain't playin, muthafucka A.K.'in muthafuckas Look at them niggas just waitin to hate (wait) Waitin to hate, waitin to hate (look at them niggas) Look at them bitches just waitin to hate (hate) Waitin to hate (hate) waitin to hate [VERSE 2] Get your smoke on, smoke on Here's another verse to choke on, choke on To all my niggas in the pen, get your yoke on To all my thugs in the house, get your loc on We can really give a fuck about a broke home All we care about is bitches we can poke on Nigga, what's that bullshit that you spoke on? Better roll on 'fore we split your whole dome Cause you're fuckin with Ice Cube the Terrible Fuck around, I make your life unbearable Make you live all scary and careful Come through my neighborhood, you better tip-toe Cause if you loud, then you might get chased down Westside Connection catch a case now Po-po's find your monkey ass face down Tell your mama that you in a better place now So what you sayin, muthafucka? We ain't playin, muthafucka A.K.'in muthafuckas So what you sayin, muthafucka? We ain't playin, muthafucka A.K.'in muthafuckas Look at them niggas just waitin to hate (wait) Waitin to hate (hate) waitin to hate (look at them niggas) Look at them bitches just waitin to hate (wait) Waitin to hate (hate) waitin to hate (look at them bitches) (Ain't no 'California Love') (Love) (Love) 'You can hate me now' (Ain't no 'California Love') Ah-ah (Love) (Love) [VERSE 3] To all my niggas with the lleyo They rock it up like Play-Doh They cook it up like Waco Better do what I say so Better lay low, cause you fuckin with a halo Death to the niggas with the big mouth And death to you devils from the Old South And death to you hoes turnin tricks out And death everyone that go the bitch route Check it If you infected by this record Bow down butt-naked And pray to God Ice Cube won't spare the rod Westside Connection here to mob, nigga, rob We can take it to the streets We can take it to the concrete You niggas know where the Don be You bitches ain't tryin to find me All you haters need to shut the fuck up and get behind me Look at them niggas just waitin to hate (look at em) Waitin to hate (look) waitin to hate (look at them niggas) Look at them bitches just waitin to hate (ugh) Waitin to hate (ugh) waitin to hate So what you sayin, muthafucka? We ain't playin, muthafucka A.K.'in muthafuckas So what you sayin, muthafucka? We ain't playin, muthafucka A.K.'in muthafuckas This is dedicated To them haters Who ain't gon' kill nothin And who ain't gon' let nothin die You know em You know em When you see Ice Cube you better holla And pop a collar When you see Ice Cube you better holla And pop a collar more free lyrics |
7. _ Record Company Pimpin'
[Ice Cube] Please listen to my demo [x8] A nigga told me, the record company's the pimp The artist is the hoe, The stage is the corner And the audience is the trip, god damn [verse one] Incredible young nigga, you can't belive i'm just one nigga God damn i've gotten bigger Intellect superior, Walk in a room and make the whole interior, inferior If you look me in my eyes You might fuck around and loose control of your mind body and your soul Grab ahold Undisputed on the microphone, what choo think If you wink, i'll make you ich think Did you blink, did you ever drink your own brain matter Shotgun enima, this ain't no cinema All praises due to the creator --for this man here, that can't no nigga stand near-- True, inventor of the double-you What choo wanna do, i got the red and the blue Show me one nigga dedicated to raps I'll show you ten niggas dedicated to snaps Record company death traps settin' decoys Just to pimp young b-boys With a cup full of yak, studio contact Maniac with a contract Well turn up the bass and the motherfuckin' treble About to do a deal with the devil for my vocal level Bullshit points, plus he want to rub it in And take all my publishin', god damn Do i take it up the rectum Just to rock the spectrum Give up a right arm, just to do a form Hell no, all you motherfukers goan leave this bitch limpin' No more, record company pimpin' No more (No more), record company pimpin' No more (No more), record company pimpin' No more (No more), record company pimpin' No more No more No more No more You ain't pimpin' me (uhn uhh, uhn uhh) I ain't pimpin' you (uhn uhh, uhn uhh) I just wanna be free (i just wanna be free) So what we gonna do (can i holla at you, holla at you) You ain't pimpin' me (please listen to my demo) I ain't pimpin' you (please listen to my demo) I just wanna be free (i just wanna be free) So what we gonna do (can i holla at you, holla at you) [verse two] I'ma keep it simple, it went from "please listen to my demo" To "get your ass out my limo" Stretch presidential It's essential cuz the record company will have your ass in a rental If you let 'em, You have to behead 'em Contracts you never read 'em CEO's you never met 'em Sent to an atourney, Burnstein and Burney Nigga that's his lawyer, ain't got nothin' for ya Treat ya like they emloy ya, i'm a warrior Bite you in the ass like a Georgetown Hoya When they ignore ya cause, you got to hold your balls Catch a motherfucker slippin' in bathroom stalls And then you show 'em that you ain't a rookie Let 'em know that you'd rather have, more points than more pussy Pimp turned bookie Now how the fuck i get in so much debt God damn, we just met Welcome to the rap game Motherfucker be confused and broke before he know whats happenin' You can be the star and fuck women I'ma just play the back and keep winnin' No more (No more), record company pimpin' No more (No more), record company pimpin' No more (No more), record company pimpin' No more No more No more No more You ain't pimpin' me (please listen to my demo) I ain't pimpin' you (please listen to my demo) I just wanna be free (i just wanna be free) So what we gonna do (i got to holla at you, holla at you) You ain't pimpin' me (uhn uhh, uhn uhh) I ain't pimpin' you (uhn uhh, uhn uhh) I just wanna be free (i just wanna be free) So what we gonna do (can i holla at you, holla at you) It went from please listen to my demo To get your ass out my limo [x4] [outro] Mama's, don't let your kids grow up to be rappers Unless you tell them if they gonna get in this buisness They better learn this buisness Or they goan get fucked Simple as that Simple as that more free lyrics |
8. _ The Nigga Of The Century
[Ice Cube] Say you little son of a bitch, what choo tryin' to be? --when i'm big i wanna be a thug-- --you wanna be a thug, huh?! (yeah yeah) What choo know (about) a thug, huh?! (yeah yeah) You wanna see the bad guy?! Look at Ice Cube (yeah yeah), that's the bad guy! You need people like him, can point cha fingas! Huh?! (yeah yeah) the fuck you know about this shit?! You ready to die?! O - K A Y Where is that, you ready? Cuz they ain't touch the bad guy!!! oKay?-- I'm the nigga of the century --oh, so zhuu a bad guy, c'mon prove it c'mon, you think you bad? How bad you are?!-- I'm the nigga of the century -c'mon lets see how bad you are c'mon bad guy! C'MOAWNL!!!-- [verse one] We the worsest, all purpose You want murderers? well you Serve us, hattin' motherfuckers with curb dust You heard us, don't shit make us nervous Not even when these fuckin' feds try to serve us Mention me, when you write it in your history As a nigger with the key to the mistery Grand motta ain word don't mean shit to me Who gives a fuck what they think, and what they see Live how i got to live Give what i got to give Teach my kids positive, as well as the negative Hope to raise better kids The world needs a seditive, pray to god that we let him live --Cuz you bad guy!-- I'm the nigga of the century --The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me --You better mention me!-- I'm the nigga of the century --O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me [verse two] A nigga told me to keep hope alive Survive, and 95 'ill get you paradise So i tried, nigga had to swallow his pride But look into my eyes, i'm too wise to cook fries Twelveth grade graduation, summer vacation Mama said get the facin' on them applications Didn't know back then, i was too young Public school made me dumb as a motherfucker What should i do in my life Reverend Price, do you got some advice Before i roll the dice A nigga don't wanna shoot craps, cuz it ain't all fun and games When you tryin' to get that money mang Gangbang, maintain or slang cane T.V. got a nigga where he can't use his brain What the fuck you talkin' bout, choose or loose Bitch i don't know the motherfuckin' rules! (for real) --Cuz you bad guy!-- I'm the nigga of the century --The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me --You better mention me!-- I'm the nigga of the century --O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me [verse three] Who am i when it's do or die You can see a man's sould thru the human eye Can't spend all your lifetime gettin' high Cuz you and i got to do, for you and i Acktin' wild as a jevenile Now my whole life depends on the outcome of a trial Wait-pow! these people ain't playin' now Got to bring 85 percent of the time now Fuck that, rather roll with the ruff pack In the jet black, listenin' to ruff rap See it's quite simple, you bitches ass niggas don't know What i've been thru, the weather's presedential The warfare's mental, i sell my soul to the lord For the perfect instrumental And the number two pencil And all the hussle found in chromasones of my kinfolk --Cuz you bad guy!-- I'm the nigga of the century --The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me --You better mention me!-- I'm the nigga of the century --O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me --yeah, ok ok ok ok, call loko take it easy mang, choo got it! Choo leave it the fuckin' illest nigga to fuckin' shit you! Dess no problem withs that! gawn'na fuck dat! June have a fuckin' heart attack It's over! EVERYBODY KNOWS NOW! It's no fuckin' secret Joo know dis motherfucker, O - K A Y ?!! It's over! that's it, die !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!!-- [Ice Cube - 'Pushsin Weight' sample] I got that bomb...bomb...tit-tit... Tity-tit...tity-tity...tity bomb...bomb...bomb w-when I hit you uhh uhh uhh... more free lyrics |
9. _ You Can Do It
ft. Mack 10, Ms. Toi [Ice Cube] Yeah, yeah Get your ass and hurra Uh, Ice Cube baby Ninety-nine baby I'm on the grind baby All the time baby Show me something [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] Put your back into it [Ice Cube] Put your ass into it [Ice Cube] Tic-tic-boom Hear me banging down these back streets Bumpin' BlackSTREET, treated like a athlete Life ain't a track meet (no) it's a marathon Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on We be clubbing till the day we die Nigga ask the bartender if you think we lie But if you think we high, nigga think again Cause when it's sink or swim You got to think to win And if I drink this Hen' Everybody will know it Cause I ain't going for it So pray to the Lord that I don't pull out Cuss out and bust out Go the nigga route Make the trigger shout, uh You can try to smoke an ounce to this While I pronounce this shit Baby bounce them tits Mama move them hips Baby shake them cheeks I got dick for days You got ass for weeks, yeah, yeah [Ms. Toi (Ice Cube)] Don't stop get it, get it (That's real) Don't stop nigga hit it (I will) [Ice Cube] I'm gon' do it, gon' do it Gon' do it, do it, do it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] Put your back into it [Ice Cube] Put your ass into it [Ice Cube] Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones The thug ones, relatives and my cousins And I got 'em by the dozen When they buzzin', quick to say fuck your husband This is for my niggas locked away Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date But when we hit checkmate with Ice Cube the great As soon as I get a word we can rush the safe Fuck them license plates because life is great It don't matter if you're rich and your folks ain't straight I'm still coming with that underground gangsta shit No matter how many niggas say we ain't the shit, bitch [Ms. Toi (Ice Cube)] Don't stop get it, get it (That's real) Don't stop nigga hit it (I will) [Ice Cube] I'm gon' do it, gon' do it Gon' do it, do it, do it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] Put your back into it [Ice Cube] Put your ass into it [Mack 10] I do hard core rhyming, hard time grinding With will I pimp hoes Other niggas wine and dine them Gotta love this pup shit Passing the mud shit Pockets on flood shit OG lyrical blood shit I don't rent I buy shit Niggas jealous of my shit You unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit While you're rooting and recruiting Nigga 6-8 whooping I was in the hood shooting cause I had the wife whooping I come from padres gold in oversized jars I past up strife and got star awards No time for playa hating, Mack paper chasing Came out the substation to the hip hop nation The mo' hits the mo' bigga with illegal weight figga Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga Bust the first asshole to show I can hit it I keep pushing, don't quit it Don't stop till I get it [Ms. Toi (Ice Cube)] Don't stop get it, get it (That's real) Don't stop nigga hit it (I will) [Ice Cube] I'm gon' do it, gon' do it Gon' do it, do it, do it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi (Ice Cube)] Don't stop get it, get it (That's real) Don't stop nigga hit it (I will) [Ice Cube] I'm gon' do it, gon' do it Gon' do it, do it, do it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it Put your ass into it We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication: Yeah uh-huh, Ice Cube, Westside Connection Know how we do? We puttin' it down, constantly Get your ass up and hurra more free lyrics |
10. _ The Gutter Shit
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Gangsta, Jayo Felony, Squeek Rule [Ice Cube] I been servin' niggas since 1985 Niggas want the gutter Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony My nigga Gangsta, Squeek Rule Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta [chorus] Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit Ain't the rugged shit [repeat] [verse one] Keep it gangsta y'all, I want to thank you all Niggas comin' with that bullshit, it's gankin' y'all We can ride to this kinda shit and bank them all Nigga ball 'till you fall motherfucker thats all Can't none of y'all hang with me putin' in work Turn this motherfucker up unless you goin' to church Nowadays, crazy ass bitches want they bills paid But can't even make a good thang of kool-aid (ha ha) But chicken heads get chicken feed (bahk bakh) (a) Lil' dick and weed (bahk bakh) Everything that a chicken need (bahk bakh) Tryin' to pot I get real as Chris Rock Make a bitch hot, turn into Fort Knox (bitch know) It's Ice Cube comin' straight from the gutter Westcoast Don, you fags undastata (?) [Jayo (verse two)] There is sa-lethal in the gas chamber I'm full of anger, nigga the west is in the house But you still in for some danger And when i'm thru, I take your bitch and finger bang her But if she looks tossed up, i'll slang her Beat you like mama dearest with a clothes hanger Cuz the gang a niggas be tryin' to spit But you can't spit it like this I come equiped to rip, any battle And leave him strung in his crew but they put me in the twist like Trump I can collapse or puncture, the lungs of anyone Give him a chance to spit his last word, unerve then he done 20/20 ain't good enough Rappers they ain't seein' me, this Jay-O Felony And nobody can stand three of me Caution keep MC's out of my reach, i'm on a mission And be gettin' to your fuckin' hide to be called a physician I'mmediately, I puts it down at a show (Jay-O) But loked to choke the shit out a fool, nigga dat's on doo low [Ice Cube] Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta) Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta) Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life) Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life) [verse three] I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they rich (what?) Lyin' 'bout they bitch (what?) Lyin' 'bout they dick (what?) I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they hits (huh?) Lyin' 'bout they whips (huh?) Lyin' 'bout they six (yeah) I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they clothes (brrrmmph!) Lyin' 'bout they hoes (uhh) Lyin' 'bout they rows (uhh) I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they house (punk!) Lyin' about they clout (yeah) Lyin' up in they mouth (yeah yeah) It's the Mah-hurage-ny, my niggas; kamekaze Illuminaughty, bitch hoes in they body We the riders, we push like mahz-er-aties Do karatees, on hatters, and you hotties Fuck the party, come on, my niggas focus We the richest, pretend that we the brokest Niggas notice, as soon as you're checking quotas We the coldest, so go and tell the rollers (biotch!) [Gangsta (verse four)] Who dat? next out the game, in blue kahks Gangsta's the name, niggas wonderin' how I do that By the thug way, package and transportin' the drug way Only means of makin' a livin', the Crip and Blood way I'm on grates when i'm grindin' I'm on stakes when i'm dinnin' And on sunday's on the wine Is you can't calm the savage beast (never) And I can make your birds rise like geese, K-Mac tell 'em You sell 'em, I swell 'em, loke (sell 'em loke) Hard or soft determines how much a nigga sell 'em for We got the fish scale texture (fish scale) Now if you cook it yourself you get extras Dub that shit to death with this dub thang Only a few niggas left with this love mang So we cop together (yeah), put it in the beeker Rock together (uhh), claim blocks together And fuck cock together, nigga (brrrph!) [Ice Cube (chorus)] Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit Ain't the rugged shit [repeat] [Squeek Rule] [Squeek Rule (verse five)] Look in my eyes I see the dollar sign dogg, and my dick start to rise Got to handle money, got to stack the money (tell 'em) Buzzin' like a bee cuz I crave for the honey Million dollar tickets make bitches look wicked So you innocent hoes, ain't got to like ta kick it I know you knows (uhh), cuz now my decimals (yep) Done fiend for the green, keep you itchin' in your panty hose Your eyes full of gleem (brrrmmph!) You wanna get on my team, and live my dream Captain of the ship is what i'm boastin' Hit the three wheel motion, i'm the shit when i'm coastin' (uh huh) Down the boulevard, flossin' hard Lights hit the chrome, don't go lick 'em like a movie star Money makes me a savage (what it do?) Shit, I brake down the world for the cabbage (Squeek Rule) [Ice Cube] Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life) Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life) [chorus] Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit Ain't the rugged shit [repeat] more free lyrics |
11. _ You Ain't Gotta Lie Ta Kick It
ft. Chris Rock [Chris Rock] You ain't gotta lie ta kick it [Ice Cube (verse one)] I know ya like to see me doin' bad But i'm doin' good, fuck the police that's rollin' thru my neighborhood Fuckin' peaker wood see me in the five speed I don't care if his motherfuckin' eyes bleed (yeah yeah!) This is my weed, this is my world Don't get mad when you see them hundred spokes twirl Candied out while you spit yo' last on the pearl The Don Daada, i'm hotta than holly watta Wish i was your baby fatha, cuz i got a fuckin' head on my shoulder And lead in my holster, face on the poster The kinda nigga that you wanna get close ta' But you can't so you start the lyin' Just like that nigga that think he dyin' Get ta cryin', snitchin' and testifyin' To all my people if i'm talkin 'bout your baby mama When she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama [Chris Rock] Yo Cube, im goan have all da biches here --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey ain't call me back But i just paged my auntie --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- [Ice Cube] Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- [Ice Cube (verse two)] I'm a be as real as I can with this Not just the fake analyst on canabis, who only say that the world is Scandalist, without findin' out a way to handle this Dismantle this, either with the rhyme or the fist How the fuck we get in the belly of this bitch? I be rich if it wasn't for the snitch Lyin' to the enemies, wild conspiracies I'm a say this 'till the day that I die Seven thirty fives bring on bitches lies While you bullshitin', I'm hard hittin' like 2pac, I keep spittin' 'till my heart stop Young niggas tryin' to tell me that i'm played Once they say you played, nigga you must be payed (HA HA! huh ha) Pushin' weight since the tenth grade do my thing Got more plaques than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin' [Chris Rock] Yo Cube, i got the new Biz 9000 --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- I got the Playstation in the windshield nigga! --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- [Ice Cube] Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- [Ice Cube (verse three)] I hate to see your ass comin' (yep), with your mouth runnin' Talkin' 'bout somethin' (what?), that ain't meanin' nothin' 'Bout your second cousin (hmm), who be always buzzin' Where she was or wasn't, who she now fuckin' Stories by the dozen Punch you got the sequel (what?) To let you tell it Randy Moss is your people It's evident, your ass lie like the president But stretch marks on your mouth is the evidence (ha ha) How the fuck can your friends be the benjamins?! (punk) And your little ass car's full of fender benz There you go on the stand with your hand up (lyin') Testifyin' about a man that's in handcuffs We should do you like the Mack said And if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a black head Let him ooze, let him loose Let him lie by his motherfuckin' ass on the news (yeah yeah) [Chris Rock] Yo Cube, check out this ring, 69 karots --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- It's Kryptonite nigga, Kryptonite! --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- [Ice Cube] Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- [repeat last 4 lines] [Chris Rock - ad lib outro...] more free lyrics |
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