[Mack 10] Whassup Cube dog? I got this bitch-ass nigga right here Y know
in with this tramp-ass bitch Puttin her before the scrill all the time
yaknowhatI msayin? Man I got this nigga transcripts
and every-mother- in thang Tellin this bitch all my mother- in business Puttin ass over cash everyday Nigga that
this Westside [Ice Cube] Be gone you in peon
got the Don furious Talkin on the phone got the Federal curious I m serious! I don t give a where he is Snatch him out the factory
bring his ass back to me How the 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
nigga 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
bitch 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
what 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 mother ers..
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 mother ers..
I know that you love us!) [Ice Cube] Now who s that nigga got these bitches 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 bitches
eyes on your riches If it twitches give it stitches If it jiggles or switches
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 Nigga what? on the microphone If I drove it in the video
bitch
I can drive it home Tight as a Corleone You got to get your own
baby get on
now [Chorus] [Ice Cube] Get your ass up and go to work
cause you know on payday
nigga that shit gon hurt in with a skirt instead of handlin your bizness Rich dude
now you got to make three wishes I m suspicious
of any mother er puttin over finance Specially in 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 bitches and you like bankin for a penny Stop in on them dum-dums Find one with some ass 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 nigga For what? (Never
a bitch nigga) For what? She ain t gon love you if you ain t got no dough fool (Bitch in with me got to be workin
gettin paid yaknahmsayin?) Gotta come up
scrilla scrilla y all (Never ass over cash nigga) Scrilla scrilla y all (We greedy) Cha-ching! (She can get some CD s
push some keys) Cha-ching! (Ha ha ha
make the bitches shake they - ) Cha-ching
cha-ching! (Over my knee) Cha-ching
cha-ching! (Never ass over cash) Never ass over cash |
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