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Ice Cube

Hill But I shank the Cube's fat neck 'Cause "A Bitch Iz A Bitch" And a bitch don't get no respect No doubt Westside Connections means Ice Cube's stickin

Ya, ya, California Sunday afternoon, baby Pull it out, whip it out, pull it out Drive it out, drop it out You know? Let 'em know I got chrome and paint

m a fool I'm a fool, ya'll know how I am Drop it Drop it Uh, yeah Don't trip, ya'll know how I am Don't trip I'm a fool, ya'll know how I am Mr. Ice Cube

it So, high you can't get over it I, can't get over it Ready or not, here we come Getting down for the one which we believe in 1993, much more bounce Ice cube

lashes Like that dude up in Singapore So I'ma pull a fuckin' Jeffrey Dahmer Now I'm suicidal, just like Nirvana Tic, toc, toc ,tic, toc, tic Dr. Dre and Ice Cube

I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me) I check it in in the Dirty South (Ay-yeah) I check it in in the Midwest (Hustle, man) I check it in on

tried to diss this, now, you missed this And the first and fifteenth is like Christmas Send me naked pictures but give it a rest With Mrs. Ice Cube tattooed

anything they say I done Now I don't know when I'll be able to write you again But I will be back to California to see you Your son, Ice-mutherfucking-Cube

Attention all nigga rows and nigga hoes We've decided to rob this motherfucker the legal way Nobs injecting ourselves to become property on the stock