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and i am apologizing now for the spelling errors, its 34 am and im drunk, so no time for spell check! Gotcha, SLASH i'll mmmm momo all i want! and you cant stop me! | posted on 08-27-2001 @ 4:20 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00  | VG is in rare form today..don't mind her :) Ice Cube f/ Mack 10, Ms. Toi Yeah, yeah Get your ass and hurra Uh, Ice Cube baby Ninety-nine baby I'm on the grind baby All the time baby Show me something You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it Tic-tic-boom Hear me banging down these back streets Bumpin' Blackstreet, fiending like an athlete Life ain't a track meet (no) It's a marathon Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on We be clubbing till the day we die Nigga ask the bartender if you think we lie But if you think we high, nigga think again Cause when it's sink or swim You got to think to win And if I drink this here Everybody will know it Cause I ain't going for it So pray to the Lord that I don't pull out Cuss out and bust out Go to nigga raveling Make the clip traveling, uh You can try to smoke an ounce to this While I pronounce this shit Baby bounce them tits Mama move them hips Baby shake them cheeks I got dick for days You got ass for weeks, yeah, yeah Don't stop get it, get it (That's real) Don't stop nigga hit it (I will) I'm gon' do it, gon' do it Gon' do it, do it, do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones The thug ones, relatives and my cousins And I got ‘em by the dozen When they buzzin', quick to say fuck your husband This is for my niggas locked away Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date But when we hit checkmate with Ice Cube the great As soon as I get a word we can rush the safe Fuck them license plates because life is great It don't matter if you're rich and your folks ain't straight I'm still coming with that underground gangsta shit No matter how many niggas say we ain't the shit, bitch Don't stop get it, get it (That's real) Don't stop nigga hit it (I will) I'm gon' do it, gon' do it Gon' do it, do it, do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it I do hard core rhyming, hard time grinding With will I pimp hoes Other niggas wine and dine them Gotta love this pup shit Passing the mud shit Pockets on flood shit OG lyrical blood shit I don't rent I buy shit Niggas jealous of my shit You unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit While you're rooting and recruiting Nigga 6-8 whooping I was in the hood shooting cause I had the wife whooping I come from padres gold in oversized jars I past up strife and got star awards No time for playa hating, Mack paper chasing Came out the substation to the hip hop nation The mo' hits the mo' bigga with illegal weight figga Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga Bust the first asshole to show I can hit it I keep pushing, don't quit it Don't stop till I get it Don't stop get it, get it (That's real) Don't stop nigga hit it (I will) I'm gon' do it, gon' do it Gon' do it, do it, do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication… Yeah uh-huh, Ice Cube, Westside Connection Know how we do? We puttin' it down, constantly Get your ass up and hurra  i'm not between you and your ambition i am a poster girl with no poster i am thirty-two flavors and then some and i'm beyond your peripheral vision so you might want to turn your head... | ||||
| FeelMyFunBags | posted on 08-27-2001 @ 4:22 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | LMAO I just saw Save the Last Dance and that song was in it but I had no idea who sang it....thanks! :) why do I say I'm fine when it's obvious I'm not? why's it so hard to tell you what I want? why can't you just read my mind? | ||||
and i am apologizing now for the spelling errors, its 34 am and im drunk, so no time for spell check! Gotcha, SLASH i'll mmmm momo all i want! and you cant stop me! | posted on 08-27-2001 @ 11:23 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | you are so very welcome FMFB:) Ice Cube So come on and chick-ity-check yo self before you wreck yo self You betta check yo self for you wreck yo self Cause I'm bad for your health I come real stealth Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms Do without one mother nigga wit yo Alpine Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got that indoe Yo I'm not a sucka, sittin in A House of Pain And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya Head-butt ya, you say you can't touch this And I wouldn't touch ya, punk motherfucker Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough, but don't call me Dough-Boy This ain't no fuckin picture A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit ya And hit ya, makin they yack to the neck So you better run a check CHORUS Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade That's kinda trifle, cause that's a knife-o AK-47, assault rifle Hold the fifty, I'm nifty now, [Watch out now] I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank But steady talkin shit in the holdin tank First you wanna step to me, now your ass screamin for the deputy They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row, now the runnin up in ya slow You're God, used to be the Don Juan, now your name is just Twan Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck, you better run a check CHORUS Big dicks in ya ass is bad for your health If you're foul you better run a make on that license plate you coulda had a V8 Instead of a trey-eight slug to ya cranium I got six and I'm aimin em Will I bus or keep you guessin Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin Bitch, get off the wood, you no good There goes the neighborhood hooker Go ahead and keep your drawers givin up the claps and who needs applause at a time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead Bitch is a Miami Hurricane head Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs Nappy dugout, get the fuck out Cause women like you gets no respect Bitch, you better run a check CHORUS Cause bitches like you is bad for my health Cause the Lench Mob is bad for ya health Nine-trey, remix, old school tip, yeah It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from goin under i'm not between you and your ambition i am a poster girl with no poster i am thirty-two flavors and then some and i'm beyond your peripheral vision so you might want to turn your head... | ||||
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