Ya wanna put a white bitch on your elbow Movin' out your neighborhood But I walk through the ghetto and the flavor's good Little kids jumpin' on me
color of the one on my face as they wonder what's under my waist Standin' on the verge of them gettin' brown That's a fact got a fear on their bozack
the color of the one on my face as they wonder what's under my waist [standin on the verge] of them gettin' brown Thats a fact got a fear on their bozack
Say Earl, let's get it crack a latin in this bitch Uh, nigga, nigga, y'know, y'know (Y'know) Uh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in this motherfucker (Ice Cube and
a problem with that Then the nina go bang (bang) bang (bang) And I be everywhere on the map but I rep that West (9x) (repeat) [Verse 1 - Ice Cube] Dont
away Clutching the short straw At that time of the night when questions rally in an open mind Summon all your answers with an ice cube chime At that
people I told the niggaz please let us pass, friend I said please cause I don't like killing Africans But he wouldn't stop and I ain't Ice Cube But I
and it exploded Through this poster of Ice Cube It brought so much devastation That it's obvious to me That is just the thing To separate your soul from your body On
real to me Mac 10, Ice Cube, W.C You niggers make me laugh Ya`ll belong on W.B Coolio is so whacky, it's disgusting most rappers on the West Coast
keep ya tummy swollen C'mon, our fuckin' home was built on the foundation of bloody throats The hungry stolen of they souls, of course this country's
from you You'll never get a glimpse of me Attempts to extinguish me don't even bother me none Like retarded kids throwing ice cubes at the sun A victory
why? Shiiiiiiiiiieeett Cause when it come to them words You know I wear shit out I write rhymes like white lines On the nose tray Ice cold, Ice Cube flow
niggaz hope unless your signature's wrote on a check from Interscope NOPE! Move on [Chorus] [Crooked I - over Chorus] Move on West, Coast, knahmean? West Coast move on
Way From The Staples In My Skrilla Stains On My Pants Hardly Had A Cut The Ladies Aint Wanna Dance So House Parties Would Suck All My Friends On The
Slim, T-H-U-G But it's true it's me, on your mother's T.V On your brother's c.d., on your sister's wall The same dude, that your big sister call All
Ice, I'm moving your mental feet In complex dances and jigs I loosen up your consciousness Like a cyrical fix It's time to emerge from camouflage, leaves
so we're off, off on a holiday got a week, gonna tweak, make it a-o-k with this girl, it was heart and soul but I couldn't get her station cause my
, to the left Me, black men and Funk Daddy Def Stef And sometimes I feel blessed for sure To a been a part of one of raps last great tours Ice Cube,