- Ice Cube Holla @ Cha' Boy 歌詞
- Ice Cube
- I knew you niggaz would be back
See, see, you need to fuck with me you know
I mean?Yeah, you need to holla at your boy, man
Stop fuckin with them punk niggaz, man , with that shit
Thats what you get
That shit stepped on nigga, thats what you get
I got that raw,
I got that, uh
Twenty-fo seven(Holla @ your boy)
What you need baby?
Come on with it, come on with it(Holla @ your boy)
I got it all day, in the hallway(Holla @ your boy)
Sick of that blow up(Holla @ your boy)
Thats what you get for fuckin with them niggaz
Come and see me for that real
O.G.He a O-
Z, Im a whole ki
Dope as a motherfucker, son, a whole [Incomprehensible]
Bitches fiend for it, then they lean for it
It aint cocaine, but they wanna still blow it
What you need, what you need
Hoes offer me the pink slip and the deed
Treat it just like weed
Hit the right end, then pass it to her friend
Im a hustler, you a customer
Them other niggaz you like, straight fuckin ya
Some of em lyin, most of em trickin
Others are dyin, some of em victims
When you come from
South Central
LAThat shit is like dirt weed, a nigga got a headache
If you want it raw, now
Make the call now, look me up, nigga(Holla @ your boy)
Fiendin for that good shit
Take a look , bitch, what you need, baby(Holla @ your boy)
I got it all day
In the hallway on
Broadway(Holla @ your boy)
Sick of that blow up
Gettin stepped on, nigga, come on home(Holla @ your boy)
Ice Cube, back then they used to fuck me
Now that Im hot, these bitches still love me
Cause Im far from ugly
Everywhere
I go, they wanna kiss and hug me
They say 'Dopeman, dopemanI got your money dont turn into Konnan'
Dont wanna see the
G-handI am the man from here to
ClevelandDont get mad,
I get even
Try to shake the van, think youre sleepin
Oh, my God, this niggas leakin
Somebody best to call the deacon
Any dose is a overdose
Leave your punk-ass dead or a comatose
And if you dont wanna listen
My shitll crack you out like
Tyrone Biggums
If you want it raw, now
Make the call now, look me up, nigga(Holla @ your boy)
Fiendin for that good shit
Take a look, bitch, what you need, baby(Holla @ your boy)
I got it all day
In the hallway on
Broadway(Holla @ your boy)
Sick of that blow up
Gettin stepped on, nigga, come on home(Holla @ your boy)
Holla, yeah
But dont two-way a nigga
Bitch, that aint nothin but a transcript
Dumb bitch(Ill holla)
Dont two-way a nigga man(Ill holla)
DamnIf you want it raw , now
Make the call now, look me up, nigga(Holla @ your boy)
Fiendin for that good shit
Take a look, bitch, what you need, baby(Holla @ your boy)
I got it all day
In the hallway on
Broadway(Holla @ your boy)
Sick of that blow up
Gettin stepped on, nigga, come on home(Holla @ your boy)
Twenty years
Ive been servin you fiends
For twenty years(Holla @ your boy)
Why would you fuck with anybody else, ha?(Holla @ your boy)
Thats why youre fucked up right now , aint it?(Holla @ your boy)
You need to get at me
You know I got it and
I know you want it(Holla @ your boy)o
Come on, Cube , let me rap on here
Im, Im just tryin to sack somethin up
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