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Mack 10
Whassup Cube dog?
I got this b*tch-ass nigg* right here
Y'know, fkin with this tramp-ass b*tch
Puttin her before the scrill' all the time, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Man I got this nigg* transcripts, and every-mother-fkin thang
Tellin this b*tch all my mother-fkin business
Puttin as* over cash everyday
nigg* fk that, this Westside
Ice Cube
Be gone you fkin peon, got the Don furious
Talkin on the phone got the Federal curious
I'm serious! I don't give a fk where he is
sn*tch him out the factory, bring his as* back to me
How the fk you think I got the NAME Bossalini? Punk
Mack God Rap Genie, you can't see me
Up in this game ever since you was a lame
Y'all train at my school, nigg* I rule
You never make me holla, smokin on a fifteen dollar
from across the water, watch your daughter
She might catch the Holy Ghost from this rap sermon
While you vermin smokin Sherman, I'm rollin somethin German, b*tch
Money earnin makin mo' money (ching ching)
Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy
Don't need no honey, that's right
Cause I'm thinkin with my big head, fcK what my d*ck said!
Chorus: Ice Cube
We puttin cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers)
(We some money makin motherfkers.. I know that you love us!)
We puttin cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers)
(We some money makin motherfkers.. I know that you love us!)
Ice Cube
Now who's that nigg* got these girls lookin silly? Me!
I'm the Big Willie for rilly, the real dilly
You can ask Phillie cause I got a year's supply (Yup!)
You must want to die, don't get the lye
after dark up at Griffith Park, shallow grave
for the mark check his heart, the game about to start
Big thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic)
Keep your mind off them girls, eyes on your riches
If it twitches give it stitches
If it jiggles or switches, fk and take pictures, now
I'm livin in a two-point zone, and I'm still bumpin
Call me in the clutch, ain't lost my touch
nigg* what? on the microphone
If I drove it in the video, b*tch, I can drive it home
Tight as a Corleone
You got to get your own, baby get on, now
Chorus
Ice Cube
Get your as* up and go to work, cause you know
on payday, nigg* that s**t gon' hurt
fkin with a skirt instead of handlin your bizness
Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes
I'm suspicious, of any motherfker puttin fk over finance
'Specially fkin up my plans
I'm the boss, I can be late
but you'll never see her and me, over currency
Givin you the third degree, cause you got
too many broke girls and you like bankin for a penny
Stop fkin on them dum-dums
Find one with some as* and some income
Who wanna win? Who wanna spin?
Who wanna make, twenty-five eight? Me
Ice Cube the great.. pushin rhymes like weight
Chorus 2X
Never put that hoe, in front of that dough nigg*
For what? (Never... fk a b*tch nigg*)
For what? She ain't gon' love you if you ain't got no dough fool
(b*tch fkin with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin?)
Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y'all (Never as* over cash nigg*)
Scrilla scrilla y'all (We greedy)
Cha-ching! (She can get some CD's, push some keys)
Cha-ching! (Ha ha ha, make the girls shake they tit-ties)
Cha-ching, cha-ching! (Over my knee)
Cha-ching, cha-ching! (Never as* over cash)
Never as* over cash
