11 lyrics for "Fuck you Ice Cube"
Smoke some weed This is West coast nigga thinking California quicksand got a nigga sinking I can give a fuck what you niggas drinking I can give a fuck what you bitches drinking "Smoke some weed" George Bush, George Clinton, Bill Clinton Chris Farley,
PlayUh-huh, understand this I don't give a fuck about what y'all talkin' about I ain't tryin' to hear none of that shit Nigga I'ma do what I wanna do When I wanna do it, how I wanna do it And you better hope I don't do it to you Now, I don't care what momma
PlayJoin the party, I can provide the army Join the party! Come and hear the voice of the man they call the Trojan Horse Ride on the outside, with inner force Throw you off course, of course, you missed the runway We mash, like the first kickoff, on a Sunday
PlayFuck you Ice Cube It's the nigga you love to hate I heard payback's a motherfucking nigga That's why I'm sick of gettin' treated like a goddamn stepchild Fuck a punk cause I ain't him You gotta deal with the nine double m The damn scum that you all hate
PlayMy ego, is big as Heathrow Yup this a lethal, easy as a free throw Yes this negro, is rather lethal You about as lethal, as a mojito Be my amigo, eat my burrito You a fuckin' seagull, up in Francisco I'm up in a Regal, still in my pea coat Murder's what
PlayI love chrome and paint, lookin' for some motherfuckin' corners to bank West coast what the fuck you thank? Everybody here off weed and drank (everybody) Before you check my rims When you leave the parking lot, check ya limbs You better check ya friends
Play(I got a Public Pretender, tryin' to make me a winner) (Nigga please don't surrender, they'll have you for dinner) Now that's how this shit go! And I know you don't like me spittin' in your motherfuckin' face But ain't a motherfuckin' thing, you can do,
Play(Let 'em know!) Know who you fuckin' with! Know who you fuckin' with! Know who you fuckin' with?! Know who you fuckin' with? Always (Always!) Always (Always!) Know who you fuckin' with?!
PlayNiggas are in a state of emergency The death side, mirror damage of where we are today The life side a vision of where we need to go So sign your death certificate Fuck all, y'all Lisa got him Alright, on three, one, two, three Come on brothers we gotta
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