Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my Yesterday was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh Niggas talkin' bout oh shit I pull up they like oh shit Now look whose talkin', bitch

Once upon a time in the projects, yo I damn near had to wreck a ho I knocked on the door - "who is it?" It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit to ya And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot She said fuck em, cause they get sparked alot I sat

Damn, goddamn, goddamn Damn damn, goddamn Da-da-damn damn, goddamn And they say, "What the fuck is on? Who the fuck is in? (Who) Where the hell you at? Where the hell you been? (Who) Who the fuck is she? Who you dealing with?" (Who) It's been a while,

I mean, I mean, um A lot of mothafuckas don't even understand this The only ones who understand it is real mothafuckas Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa Bitch, bitch, bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah Sheck Wes, me, mothafucka

Get up off my dick, ho That's an unassuming dick, though Look around the boy, wouldn't raised they head Now they looking at the boy like the main event He don't even got a rap sheet, looking like a mathlete How the fuck is he the one that come in with

She like her ass tooted up and her face down Face down, face down I got a fire red bone who go all night long, Boos She got a diamond in her pearl tongue It shine everytime she cums Bling, bling, up in this motherfucker Make up on my sheets and on my

She wish she was a nigga Baby look in the mirror You got your hair and your nails done You fucking who you want Not thinking you was wrong Bitch you wish you was a nigga Damn you should be ashamed Acting like those pussy lips can't hang You been going

Uh, ooh, open it up Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk Uh, ooh, shells in the pump Woo, woo woo Coupe with the wings (brr) Fuck that bitch, don't buy no ring (buy no rings) Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (yeah) Shit do