ass Fake it ain't about how right or wrong you live But how long you live I ain't with the bullshit I meet cold bitches no hoes Don't wanna sleep so
he tell you that he can go buck wild For a girl like you and make it feel good You know it's drama but it sound real good He started dragging and hopefully
Cause to kick it man it gives me the fits They wanna lay with they nose under your armpits Ice Cube won't wait so give it up cow After we do it you can
chest like a shotgun I make the beats, I make the breaks I make the rhymes that make you shake Make you find Ice Cube never caught in the middle I make
'll freak it Kick that bass, and look what we did Fade the grade, played, and made a few mil and I keep stealin Ice Cube'll make it funky But right about
we'll freak it Kick that bass, and look what we did Fade the grade, played, and made a few mil and I keep stealin Ice Cube'll make it funky But right
out the crib and had a place to stay in the Clem With some friends George and Jay It was a funky fresh crew and I'd DJ What a shock it was to be on the
we breakin' it all down, you hear no stutter in our diction Because the crew won't stand for it The deliverance of our lyric is syrup when u pour it smoov
this is the big Snoopy D oh Double G With my nephew Oowee and we gonna make it funky yall Cause that's all we know how to do Can you dig it [Verse
in the attic {?} hid it looking at it I'm a 'matic, nice to the fifth power son and I'm still at it I was about to flip power son 'til I saw a vision,
the face with it, Lookin at me dead in my eyes while she be tastin' it (tastin' it) She used to say "daddy you wastin' it" (wastin' it) I used to
they drink spoil milk money tall jack n jill like its sittin on a hill ice on da necvk of me ice on the wrist of ,e ice on both hands bitch im lit like
make our day [outro - Fat Joe:] C'mon! Make em bounce baby! Uh, yeah! Uh (Keep goin baby!) That junk funky sticky, whoo-whee! Hahhahhhahaah Uh! The
, when the trouble come I'm 'bout it Shit I'd rather get caught with my gun then get caught without it It's Gilla House nigga, you know we here to smoke
steps, the picture, frame it Hall of fame it hang it so no one can claim it I rule from my style from the Boondox Now my shit pumps in the boombox Yo
cap for my nigga See he don't mind me flirting, wearing tight skirts and Cause when it's all over it's curtains What they don't know won't hurt Uh, they
2: Randy Mac ] Knowledge and wisdom, it's a mystery I drop science for the ones who know it's me You say I'm dope, cool, it makes sense I ain't conceited
lemme hit that pace Shorty, can we make our day C'mon, make 'em bounce baby Uh, yeah, uh, keep goin' baby That junky, funky, sticky The R Joe Crack,
