get at, get at me I've been waiting anticipation it's driving me crazy I've been dying all night long For this cadence to find a way to my heart Pick me
night lights, dim it down, get your mirk on Later I see you in hell, get your bird on Filled with embalming fluid, get your serve on [Redman:] My sherm
[Ice Cube] Fuck you, if you don't think I get money I get it all day, standing in the hallway On broadway, bitches wanna call Shea Over to the car,
ya cellular Don't get it twisted, black, cause I'll bury ya This is just weed money, the more, the merrier [Chorus: singer] They call me the Superman lover Said, they call me
You Read Out For Better I'm A Go Getter Yous A Point Setter Pointing At Me Like You Got A Vendetta Boy You Know Better They Used To Call Me Ice Cube The
ain't it? You need to get at me You know I got it, and I know you want it - holla at your boy [Mike Epps] C'mon Cube let me rap on here I'm, I'm just
me I tell you now it ain't the place you wanna be So I keep to myself nowadays Lay back, recline and get paid from my phrase Sometimes I get caught in
glub golfers Comin up like Halle and Denzel, winnin the Oscars Y'all get y'all diamonds from Jacob, I ain't mad at ya I get mine straight out the Kimberly
kick it with us But more than likely dog we're going to the club I gotta get creased up before the homies pick me up I gotta get hectic so I'm pumping
used to be the king, the king of old Broadway The best of everything was mine to have each day I always had the biggest hits The biggest bathrooms at
you dissin me man? [m] i'm movin' on [r] psst, yeah? [m] yeah! [r] shit get real in here Shit get real in here Shit get real in here Mya get real again
I, I want you so." I was a forced, forced to remove myself from his lap. You take care at Fiesta. You beware, beware at Fiesta. Oh there at Fiesta,
to call you, I was a gentleman I was on my cash grind, I had to make moves And when I got mine, I came and get you You couldn't believe the way I flipped
I really know just how to get along Down at the arcade, down at the arcade Down at the arcade, down at the arcade Down at the arcade Down at the arcade
rich and dangerous but not kris kross Me I was just a running boy til I made it the boss Got alot on my plate breakfast,lunch and dinner Call me dear
the nigga drivin the bus is down with us Call Crazy Toones and tell him to give you a ride and drop you off on Manchester and Broadway, at half past five
? Nothing but the mack in me (Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me) Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe Why must I pimp the ho? Nothing but the mack in me (Nothin
with your smirk on Night, night lights, dim it down, get your mirk on Later I see you in hell, get your bird on Filled with embalming fluid, get your
