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Ice Cube - Really Doe lyrics
GUN SHOT*} "Ain't nobody talkin when I'm talkin fellas so shut the fuck up!" {Slick Rick sample repeats in background: "And who the fuck are you?"} [Ice Cube] Ohh.. steppin up in my motherfuckin uhh.. Chuck Taylors Knick kickers Wallabee's ?? On my ass I got the umm.. um.. khakis 501's On my back I got the uhh.. sweatshirt You know with the fat three creases Uhh my t shirt Slingshot uhh.. khaki shirt Umm, and I got the K-cutter, in my, in my pocket Uhh, got the afro, the braids Motherfuckin uhh, rollers "You got to believe, somethin.." And I just ask my motherfuckin self, uhh "I got to believe in me.." {"And who the fuck are you?"} {"And who the fuck are you?"} [Ice Cube] To G or not to G, is the question And like Smith told Wesson I'm shady with the .380 old school diploma I'll leave that ass in a coma, so If you got a herringbone, _Welcome to the Terrordome_ Two-eleven, sorry Reverend Oh my god, gettin robbed Reach for the small, "Atomic Dog" Hard to swallow, janky as Rollo Count to ten, and don't try to follow Cause just like Waco, I can take fo' -- -- ATF, to they death Bust a left on Western, go and get a room Don't want to be a felon like Stacey Koon Get the right bitch, hit the light switch, here we go Tap that ass like this - really doe "You got to believe, somethin.." West Side Lench Mob "I got to believe in me.." Cause I'm a motherfuckin G Cause I'm a mother-fuckin.. {"And who the fuck are you?"} [Ice Cube] Thirty in a holdin tank, catch the vapors Make me a pillow out of toilet paper Concrete bench kickin off the hemorrhoids Ese's deep, don't fuck with dem boys Phone check, co-llect call from the baller Her mama said please don't call her Do-Wah-Diddy, far from +New Jack City+ Seen one of my peers, "What the fuck you doin in here?" He said, "One-eighty-seven on the enemy" And they treat me like I just shot a Kennedy! Deputy bitch thinks she's the Queen Bee Ink on my thumb, index, and pinky "Sir, what set you from?" Play dumb "General popu-la-tion" Mama put your house up, and I can bounce up out this motherfucker, that's why I love ya Out like a boss, with a half-pint of sauce Got the shit sewed up like Betsy Ross What a friend know? Buy some indo Never fuck with a silly ho - really doe "You got to believe, somethin.." Really doe, bitch "I got to believe in me.." Cause I'm a motherfuckin G God damn I'm a motherfuckin G "You got to believe, somethin.." Yup, that's right "I got to believe in me.." Cause I'm a motherfuckin G God damn I'm a.. {"And who the fuck are you?"} Knock you out like NyQuil, I'll kill you quick You sucker-for-love-ass trick So don't run up, wit ya gun up Cause I got the back breaker, double pump rump shaker Cause we can play hookie in the _Aqua Boogie_ With concrete Nikes, ya gets no stripes Livin unforgiven with the mic on And punks runnin like roaches with the light on And that's all the shit I'm startin Bust a cap (ka-kow-POW) like Jerome on Martin You lookin for a punk with benefits cause you got a baby, that take many shits And you know I got a grip like a baby on a tit Scopin hopin, thighs open But I kick back, six-pack, and hit the Phillie slow Hooker hoe - really doe "You got to believe, somethin.." Ice Cube, yup "I got to believe in me.." Cause I'm a motherfuckin G God damn I'm a motherfuckin G "You got to believe, somethin.." Really doe - West Side "I got to believe in me.." Cause I'm a motherfuckin G Motherfuckin O, motherfuckin G "You got to believe, somethin.." East Side "I got to believe in me.." {"And who the fuck are you?"} {"And who the fuck are you?"} "You got to believe, somethin.." South.. Side "I got to believe in me.." Cause I'm a motherfuckin G G, G, G, motherfuckin G "You got to believe, somethin.." North Side "I got to believe in me.." {"And who the fuck are you?"} {"And who the fuck are you?"} "You got to believe, somethin.." "I got to believe in me.." {"And who the fuck are you |
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