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ICE CUBE lyrics

Pushin Weight Remix

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featuring Gilly the Kid Noreaga [Clark Kent] What if I get that nigga Ice Cube to do another joint? With my nigga Noreaga this time (Thugged Out) And my nigga from Philly Lil' Gil? Niggas don't know what the fuck's gon' happen next Y'all niggas might just have problems these niggas bout to shit [Noreaga] Ay yo Iraq shit yo I own that land With a Lord Amiya like the rest of the clan My man Karate Kai, he like still in the can Bless this, go to U.I. like the rest of the fam These little niggas growin up, straight diggin they lives Ain't really fuckin with the two, now they fuckin with five But its, sad to see the hood mad at me Cause I went from Nore to your majesty The same niggas that I gruff'd wit and threw up with And the same motherfuckers that I grew up with Had free lunch with, played stickball with Now-a-days they like Papi on some frontin shit Fuck Noreaga, now I'm Melvin Flynt Yo The Hustler, I ain't a player, I'm just a hustler (Damn) Niggas that'll love ya, and straight touch ya Yo its drastic, hit you with the glock plastic What, run you over with the van-tastic N-O-R-E, spit rhymes professionaly Your boy, ?dunn gone dead? wanna run with me Every pass you throw will get intercepted International thug, you're just domestic I drink Shmirnoff, alcohol infected. Its like... Chorus: Ice Cube and Noreaga [Noreaga: 'what what' in background continuously] Cube: I push rhymes like weight I push rhymes like weight a yeah-yeah! *repeat 3X* [Ice Cube] I heard you stopped, can't rap ho You niggas duck from the schrapnel I'm pushin weight like a fat sew Ghetto fab, I'm in the city again (be-atch) Got you motherfuckers lookin shitty again (be-atch) See that nigga Noreaga got them zig-zags And our mags got you fags wearin shit bags For life, nigga we could do life or do it right Tonight, nigga, we can earn stripes and blast mics Talk about the steppin off A motherfucker ain't never been the underboss Always I blaze in hallways, all days You bitches ain't nothin but frugas' Yeah-yeah, you better ask about me - Poppa Doc And ask every freak you know: who got the cock? So blaze one for the nation, I take vacation, offa conversation Give niggas irritation, cause I don't rap about the nation Get the catalogue, I battle dogs, and we'll see, only the strong will survive Fuck The Source and the Vibe (Fuck em) We don't ride, we drive-by We Westside, nigga realize, we alive So you can get beef, Lewinsky Double-double say cheese, butt naked please Chorus [Gilly The Kid] Yo, Its a shame though, lil' niggas messin up the game, yo Heard me spit and all a sudden got the same flow (Gilly rule!) I die in the streets thats how the game go I'ma tell you one more time, now let your chain go I shoot to kill, you blast but you aim low A ground shooter, me surrounded by troopers Pretty women, gorgeous feet, with round hooters You was born to fail, gonna die around losers Bitch niggas get scared straight But rich niggas cop a ninety-nine Benz September of ninety-eight I ran up on you clowns with a nine on the waist Run in your face, blot in your space, findin your safe See you really are the fake we the cats that won't break You niggas start snitchin at your day upstate So on that note, when you come home, I'm pop you with the eight At both of your kneecaps, where your weave be at (Damn) You little sissy, on the streets, you was real pretty Went to jail, Got A Story To Tell, now you Biggie? See I'm the sure shots, you cats is the maybes I'm the real thing and you niggas is frugasis Crazy fake diamonds, fake shinin And if you got less than nine and a half, you fake grindin Name other trio thats fuckin with us rhymin Gil, Cube, and Nore A whole different story Chorus

The Adventures In Wonderland (Feat. Ursula Rucker)

[Ursula Rucker] Fuck.. kill.. and prosper is the gospel of Wonderland, where street sands, are quick.. to suck you down to the abyss with the lure of pure bliss if you kiss the dicks of the niggaz? Never.. Nosferatu's Those witches and warlocks in blue Government gumshoe, keepers of the First Zoo Who? .. Me? .. I'm the modern day vixen vampire slayer Unauthorized player, in the capitalist contest to see who 'Gets Money' No milk and honey, in this land cause justice has been banned So it's play dirty or die by the hand that's holding all the guns Plunged, deep into religion was my first decision To save me and my daughter's lives, but I can't thrive off spirit and scripture The picture grew clearer; I made the move to rear her in a life wanting for nothing so I got into this drug thing Not doing, but dealing Sealing fates and, healing struggle gaped, wounds of the doomed became my mission Izm was just too small time I had to find the best design to fuck with the massive motherfuckers minds, and pockets So I sold ? kits and, alleyway thigh splits for two bits and, five year old preschool pussy and, once strong now bony backs and stretched out weary racks of snatch, in other words.. .. I sold crack Morality was buried deep, beneath the new Jeep, silk sheets and money heaps Still the good mother, I sent my daughter off to boarding school to keep shit under cover All the while envisioning myself, a champion of ghetto causes plus his, game I was playing, and winning While sinning, against myself and soul to get the gold I was the Female Don, the Crack Queen To me I seemed unstoppable, my coffers full I went buckwild, wanting more like the pipe worn whores I began to deplore No time for playing with my coochie counting my man's mad lucci while he was up inside some hoochie's loose piece I signed the checks and, I counted out the cash Wasn't saving ass for no niggaz sent upriver I thought my shit was tight.. .. til my empire started to quiver Taking every chance, under surveillance, being listened to And watched, like Assata Shakur My place on the top was no more sure Loose lips flipped the script The fantasy trip, swiftly ended It took no time to blend in, with the population prison My jaded vision, busted like a cherry Every, dream I had, now tainted bad I fucked and, I killed, to prosper Upheld each tenant, of the ghastly gospel Shift to a different Wonderland to pay the price for my vice A land of fields to toil in like slaves No lillies in this field just plenty of souls to save Plenty of fat uniformed rats with below average size cocks that slither through cell locks, in the night Lactating tits being licked, left and right Plenty of coochie, burning with desire Like black churches in the South Black prayers and pussy on fire Penned up behind barbed wire Me and my fellow female mammals, animals Bitches in cages, bodies racked with hormone rages Minds haunted by our children's faces They mace us, with promises of rehabilitation slash corruption Place smoking guns in empty hands of, native sisters and sons I joined in this nation's favorite pasttime on a quest to gets mine Now I'm passing time standing on line in the commissary to buy Maxi-Pads instead of shopping at Barney's for Chanel bags Nana who raised me, went to bed a-dazed via my mistakes, and my daughter hates me for what I did And I'm FUCKED.. and I'm STUCK Doing the Devil's bid Being locked in a moral corrupt crib Psst.. missing my kid.. psst.. hey girl, you wanna get finger fucked tonight? I swear I'll stick it in and up tight just right Yo sis.. I've had to kill and shit Just blow my head pretty and I'll give you a slip ALRIGHT LADIES, LIGHTS OUT

3 Time Felons

Intro, Ice Cube: What would you do If I punked your whole crew Would you run like a bitch from me Niggaz don't test Cause we come from the west Yes the W-S to the C Westside! Westside niggaz Fuck everybody that used to be down That ain't down no mo Y'all niggaz ain't from the best side Y'all don't know how we puts it down Trick ass motherfuckers Verse 1, Ice Cube: Let's make it happen, nigga, fuck rappin I'm bellin With three time felons, nigga, who you tellin Doug Lou Ellen that a fool sellin Thirty-six ounces what that amounts is A whole chicken finger licken is the rumor Catch a tumor you say I'm dickin my consumer Suede Puma's as I walk down Florence With warrants that don't go to court in Torrance Tonight I'm buzzin thought I wasn't Mack 10 and W.C. is like my blood cousins Eleven strikes from armed robbery to stolen bikes A nigga likes your motherfuckin Nikes I shift gears when I see tears Fuck a record, fuck a movie I rack my uzi On boosy niggaz that pretend to be friend to me We the dopest niggaz on Hennessy in the industry I did a lick well I'm in a thick cell Gold teeth, two motors and pig tails And when I hear Westside Connection I get the fuckin erection Chorus, W.C.: So, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Nya, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge: Rollin till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off Westside rollin till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off Verse 2, Mack 10: I gots to handle mines So I grinds Real O.G. parolle Throw the woop on the quarter key Ain't been out but a minute Nigga, in it, to win it Cause a five year joke leave yo stack dented Got my pockets back swollen Motorola holdin A nigga got the whole hood rollin BG's get you what you want when you need it I got them little niggaz all posted up and heated Hogs put it down nothing less than a fat knot Niggaz callin Mack's spot Jackpot, the crack spot Got the double up bomb can't wait So wont you bounce rock skate To where the cluckers hibernate Where we livin like stars switchin cars like they leases Servin ten pieces to your aunties and nieces While the loot keep me blasted from Inglewood to Venus Tatted Westside Connection on my back in Old English So, nigga, what you wanna bet on a set full of vet lick hitters And, ain't a crew that can get with us It's west coast, the most, I be yellin Nigga, Mack 10 bellin as a three time felon Chorus, Ice Cube: Fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Fool, fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge Verse 3, W.C.: Let it rain, let it drip Niggaz are best to duck when I'm unleashing these clips Thoughts of manslaughter got my finger on the trigger Fuck a peace treaty, it's on with all you niggaz Cause ain't no contaning me when I'm ringing these motherfuckin heaters Causing tragedy Tearing off your whole chest cavity Mobbing through the neighborhood, nigga, twenty inch bollters Fresh house, shoes, hair, rollers Lenny wanna kill me cause I got 'em all scared of this Cutthroat janky enviromental terrorist Stickering my tapes hoping that they can silence me Cause I'm a nigga that's yellin fuck society But ain't no stopping this westside click So, tell that bitch Delores Tucker to suck a niggaz dick Cause I'm punking mo niggaz than Deebo Illegal sipping Seagrams straight smoking on a Primo Chorus, Mack 10: Nigga, fuck what you sayin, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Fuck what your sayin, and fuck who your tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge Outro, W.C, Ice Cube: West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Westside, rollin till the wheels fall off Yeah, time is runnin out niggaros and nigga hoes All W's must be true Inspected by the Westside Connect Gang WSCG Bonafied and worldwide When you see Ice Cube throw up the W! When you see Mack 10 throw up the W! When you see W.C. throw up the W! When you see Crazy Tunes throw up the W! When you see K-Dee throw up the W! When you see The Comrades throw up the W! All Frum Tha I throw up the W! Westside till I die, what you thinkin of And y'all bitches can throw it up to

Get It Poppin'

JOE BUDDEN "Mood Muzik 2: Can It Get Any Worse?"
(ALRIGHT!) (I'm showin my flying monkey) (OH NO! NOT THE FLYING MONKEY!) (Yes, yes the flying monkey) [DJ On Point] This shit right here is called Get It Poppin' Shout out to Soul Diggers on the beat [Intro - Joe Budden] C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon [2 gunshots] C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon [2 gunshots] C'mon, c'mon niggaz, c'mon, c'mon [2 gunshots] (DJ ON POINT) C'mon, now look, now look [gunshot] (Is this what you want?) [Verse 1 - Joe Budden] Nobody likes me, everybody hates me Play that jump off, all of Jers' gon' go crazy (yeah) Model chicks buggin, talkin 'bout havin his babies You just "Think She Likes You", you doin it like JD Pull up at the dice game, wrists on AC (so) For my own safety, I'm keepin it off safety (okay) Feds wanna indict him, blue suits wanna chase me (what?) My money too long for you fuckers to come and cage me Don't wile out with glocks no more (naw) If I'm "Window Shoppin," I'm probably 'bout to rob that store Dog, license suspended, stash, stay with a nina While I'm the highway, drag racin the Medina (c'mon) Naw they can't be 'em, Joey they can't see 'em No prison could hold 'em, Bruce Bowen can't D 'em (oh) Don't handcuff a ho, don't wife 'em and don't feed 'em Somebody should have told her, it's a privilege just to meet 'em (c'mon) [Chorus - Joe Budden] Lets get it poppin niggaz, lets get it poppin [2 gunshots] Lets get it poppin my nigga, lets get it poppin [2 gunshots] You know that sound, whenever they got it poppin It's, [2 gunshots], What it do [gunshot], how it go [gunshot] Lets get it poppin niggaz, lets get it poppin (BOOM, BOOM) Lets get it poppin my nigga, lets get it poppin (BOOM, BOOM) You know that sound, whenever they got it poppin It's, (BOOM), What it do (BOOM), how it go (BOOM) [Verse 2 - Joe Budden] Look at here Let me tell you why I'm that hype (why?) As soon as I started ghostwritin everybody started gettin signed overnight (yeah) I need green for everything now The murder rate's goin up cause they puttin Beans on everythin now I had this Bugaboo bitch, keep wantin me to romance her (HO!) Always poppin up, I called her George Costanza (HO!) Spent some time with her, realized I couldn't stand her (So) So I logged her in my phone as "You A Fool If You Answer" (c'mon) Drama's not a thing, my ratchet'll never leave me Fitted on tilt, I'm bitin off that obe-sity (yessir) Feel like Bruce Lee-roy, if niggaz is so tough I put they face underwater and make 'em say "sho nuff" (sho nuff, c'mon) You know how the game go, every club, same hoes I ain't with the rumors tell the bullshit damaiano But call me if you lookin for that cocaine flow (why?) Then I'll spit that propane and watch the whole thing blow (LETS GO!) Lets go [Chorus] (Is this what you want?) [Verse 3 - Joe Budden] Look, look I told 'em not to fuck with the kid I take your wig off or maybe you can save it, like Busta hair did Drop my V at the garage, let 'em custom my whip I'm not spoiled, its just I've grown accustomed to shit (OH!) I mean nobody likes me, everybody hates me Keep that shit comin, watch how stronger it makes me (uh huh) Burner near by when I'm ridin in that Mercedes Case one of these snakes get they courage up to face me Lets go [Chorus] [Outro - DJ On Point - talking] Shout out the whole BSC My nigga Slum Bugz DJ Sunkist Drew Cartier The Don, Dre Bless DJ BabeyDrew, My nigga Freeze, what up? Shout out to Can't forget Young B 'Toya, MK, Nate, I see y'all

Just Begun

JAY ELECTRONICA "The Jay Electronica Project"
[Talib Kweli:] Ay, yo, Hi-Tek? Do me a favor, man, speed it up a little bit From the intro you know I'm so influential, 'cause I'm glowin' like a candle The focus is so essential, dawg, what you tryna get into? I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue They snitchin' like Donnie Brisco and countin' like Monte Cristo The ghetto full of betrayal like Iago and Othello Your fellow neighbor will slay you, they'll smoke you like cigarellos Police, want that info, they'll grill 'em like portabellos I'm murderin' instrumentals 'cause I rap with the conscience Of felons, killers, and monsters, so revealing and honest We're still feelin' the promise, some nights I kill 'em with kindness Hittin' like Muhammad Ali, you more like Tatyana All this is prob'ly karma: You dishonored the father Whether it's God Almighty, or the almighty dollar We follow the prophets like Islamics or the Dalai Lama Your bullet points so hollow they could prolly pierce body armor Look in the scope, my people still a target [Jay Electronica:] Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown Feelin' out of place as I whistle a cab down If I tip extra, can I huff a cig? Blow my smoke out the window, droppin' ashes on the bridge I'm in New York now, like Akeem and Semi was Tryna get the lobby door open from a semi buzz I just wanna go to the slum And throw my money on the floor like the Notorious B.U.M. (Uhh) Build a home, teach a class, start a revolution Free the mind, heal the body, talkin' evolution This that black Elohim Anunnaki rap That Farrakhan Hakeem Olajuwon Khadafi rap I dedicate this to my niggas in New Orleans Rockin' black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis Shockey hats I'm in the coatroom, screamin' "Who Dat" on the double Servin' gumbo with' a shovel, dawg, I'm on another level Me and Kweli come together like two pieces of metal We magnetizin' the ghetto [J. Cole:] Yeah, now here's the memo I'm a rebel without a cause, a bezel without no flaws And shawty, you straight, but you look way better without no drawers Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet I'm about to ball And never let up, look how I just crept up without applause Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job The center of attention, this is clever, I'm Pau Gasol Really though, I'm LeBron, really don't got my mind On this new school of rappers, I will really go Columbine And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know I'm a shine Flow is in Ramadan 'Cause couple years ago, the game had they pajamas on But now they on my dick, man, I should throw a condom on Ay, 'cause a nigga comin' raw like I ain't got one on And I ain't stoppin' or coppin' no pleas, I just lock and load, squeeze Dawg, I'm on a higher level, I'm on top of nosebleeds Niggas say they sick, but when they write, they don't sneeze Like the nigga on the block wavin' his Glock but won't squeeze Please [Mos Def:] Hold your applause until the ceremony end Yours truly, truly blessed, yet again a noble pla-anted Super magic, abracadabra kid Mysterious master Jim, blacker pen, arrowhead With the long-barrel stem, and his apparel fresh Harbor lights shinin' out the black power grid With the Black Power grip And pure power don't power trip Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip Your Gladwell point, and Babylon polish All about nothin' where it's all about the dollar And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market The devil at the dancehall, thirsty for a partner Get off em There is not a parcel or a portion Or a measure of a fortune more awesome Gorgeous The funky Four Horsemen and one more With Hi-Tek on the score, once more, of course You're welcome, thanks Appreciation for your participation Special dedication Celebration, bitches

All The Time

[Hook: Natasha Mosley] Early in the mornings when I think about you Yeah - I hit you like “what you sayin'?” In the mornings when I wanna fuck you Yeah - I hit you like “what you sayin'?” I-I-I-I could fuck you all the ti-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime I-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime, i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime I-I-I-I could fuck you all the ti-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime I-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime, i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime [Jeremih] M-O-Ë-T, that's the fuck we sippin' (sippin') That's the fuck we drippin' (drippin'), trap house still tippin' Facetime when I'm gone, she give me dome from a distance And she love to climb on top, she love to walk off limpin' Pimps up, hoes down, legs up or toes down Why she jock me? ‘Cause she knocked knees and we got trees, so Mary go around Gotta know I ate it, she so sweet, now and later I want that all the time, all the time, I’mma give you all of mine when it’s… [Hook - Lil Wayne (Jeremih)] Uhh, p-p-p-pussy for breakfast, that’s how I start my day My dick is a pen, it’s written all over her face I put my tongue in her mouth, I make them pussy lips drool She got that junk in her trunk, you know I like junk food I tell her like this, life is good (good), your pussy better (better) I put on a magnum (magnum), like a gold medal (medal) And if it’s sweet then I’mma eat it ‘til I get sugar diabetes I’m a blood and she anemic – we perfect Tunechi… oh yeah, I make her say... YOUNG MULA BABY! [Hook] [Jeremih] Damn, damn lil’ mama, you’re sticky, icky, icky, got a nigga out here feelin’ picky, icky, icky Every time you put it on, man, it leave me real trippy, every time we on it we keep it 50-50, uh Don’t let the time ticky, icky, icky while I’m snappin’ off your bra, and bitin’ on your Vickie's (HEAD, SHOTS) feelin’ real tipsy, gettin’ real freaky and it’s gettin’ real frisky She never say, “no” – damn, she’s so, cold Up and down, that pole – she go, go… (go, go and) Fuck me like you hate me (yeah), kiss me like you miss me (yeah) Anything I want to (yeah), that’s what she always lets me

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