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(feat. Mr. Short Khop)
Intro
(Hey did you hear that?)
Yeah just get the fkin door! car door opens and closes
Ice Cube
Limos, demos and bimbos! (Hey slow this motherfker down man)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (ugh ugh ugh ugh)
Hit the sunroof, and let's contemplate the freaks we can run through
Got the chauffer pullin over
sn*tch one inside, she wanna ride with this mission
Close the partition, he like to listen
All fkin, no kissin, just smokin and drinkin
Super vets in a super stretch Lincoln
Thinkin bout the good ol' days of hip hop
in its purest form before the eye of the storm
I could give a fk about you hatin, on my way
to the Colliseum with seventeen-five waitin
They scream for the limousine, it's all clean
Tinted, your s**t is rented, you know we spend it
While you worry bout the five mics, I'm in the limelight
wit movies comin out, yo' time is runnin out
I just finished doin "Live At The Apollo"
Indication from my driver d*mn we're bein followed
Mr. Short Khop
You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
Ice Cube
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life
Mr. Short Khop
You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
Ice Cube
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life
Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fkin with the...)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife, ugh ugh ugh ugh)
Mr. Short Khop
Caught him in motion, had me potent, let him know about the showin
and how I'm knowin to keep it cracked open
Cans of ass-beatin, plus on how I crash meetins
and have your whole staff leavin half-breathin
Got s**t to hold my own, big bucks
But Khop's soon to run it through em, nigg* check nuts
Put to the test then put two to rest
Wiped out with lights out, two to the chest
Hold it now tell a few, legitimate
We loaded, for revenue, let's get this s**t
and split this s**t for three days, count it three ways
nigg* fk what he say, havin heat pays
It's all about the thoroughbred, top choice with the voice
that keep ??? moist
Mr. Short Khop expected the truest, dare you step to us
I stay connected til death do us
Ice Cube
You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
Mr.Short Khop
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life
Ice Cube
You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
Mr.Short Khop
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life
Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fkin with the...)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife I need JESUS, JESUS)
Ice Cube
The alley was pitch black, I'm in the back of this black Lac
These fkers pull up in a Ac
They don't understand the impact
Two thousand dollar three-piece suit, can you spend that?
They call me the Don Mega (Don Mega) motorcycle speeding past
cos I'm down to play a double-header in stormy weather
Superstar, godd*mn them got me
Stop the car and blast the paparazzi gun shots, motorcycle
Mr. Short Khop
You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
Ice Cube
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life
Mr. Short Khop
You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
Ice Cube
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life
Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fkin with the...)
