If I Was Fking You

Intro
'Big Worm' talking
Yeah that's cool
Er, everything closed so we just
We might as well just go straight to the hotel
And just get some rest
Let me slide this d*ck up on in ya

Verse 1
Ice Cube
If I was fking you right about now
You'd have a d*ck stuck in you (yeah)
Have to go brag to your fking crew
On how this rap nigg* d*ck you down
Kendo passed them guts and didn't have to kick you down
Who this b*tch nigg* wit' you now?
Do we know about your X-files?
And your sex styles?
And all the that you think about fking
And all the s**t you know you really wanna do when we buzz it (hahaha)
K-Mac
If I was fking you, s**t, it'd be like drama (yeah)
And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac)
So do what I tell you and everything'll be alright
You're cute as fk, plus that as* is tight (hype)
Get the fk on 'fore these start to fight
I can see it in your eyes, you wanna fk tonight
Give Herden everything, she got a fool in love (fool)
Gave it up to me and gangsta after the club
Mr Short Khop
If I was fking you, I'd be pakin the pi*s
The h*rny weight d*ck gettin' laid is for chips
b*tch I'm tryina' make grits
Him in with the trojan pack 'o six
Hin the gin and juice the mix
No time to pause, gots to drop draws
Prep through a half spankin', breakin' down walls
With tactics, nigg* used two proper lactics (double-up)
Hit the tw*t chopper style
Bang it up back (echo)

Chorus
If I was fking you (echo)
(overlapping) ooh, oo, yeah, a, ahh, uhh, uh, come on

Verse 2
Ice Cube
If I was fking you, you'd be like fk everybody
Kill, this p*ssy yours
Washin' dishes, rubbin' floors
Doin' ch*res for a nigg*
Open doors for a nigg*
Ridin' shotgun, holdin' forty-fours for a nigg*
At the motelly, got you on your belly
In come morcelli
calling K-Mac, girls calling Kelly
Do it like Arthur Fonzarelli, hit the lights
So we can try to reform these potential dites
K-Mac
If I was fking you, you'd be spendin' all your dough (yeah)
Buying nigg* s**t, that you don't even know (mm)
Credit card maxed out
Bank account tapped out
Writin' bad cheques (hahaha)
When I call you break your neck
You do whatever please me, runnin' burs while I take it easy
Will as you do whatever, live your life just to please me
These buster-ass make the s**t so easy
(He was fking me?) for sheazly
Mr Short Khop
If I was fking you, I'd let the homies fk too
Run up in the guts bust nuts and we're through
Hey you feenin'
cooch screamin', heatin' cleanin'
Tag-teamin', suckin' s*men (echo)
Keep it low, put it in your grill cos you love me
With video footage of you giving nigg* scully (got you)
Hold it till you've chocked off the b*tched and got got
And roll one to smoke, grab my s**t and shake my spot

(Chorus)

(Intro)
'Big Worm' talking
Nineteen inches of complicated funk. hahahaha
Ango urgin', probably be vomiting d*ck for a week though
Suckin' on semen, hahahahahahah...

Hmmm... be careful what you wish for, you just might get it