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Ice Cube - Limos, Demos & Bimbos lyrics
[Intro] (Hey did you hear that?) Yeah just get the fuckin door! *car door opens and closes* [Ice Cube] Limos, demos and bimbos! (Hey slow this motherfucker down man) Limos, demos and bimbos! (ugh ugh ugh ugh) Hit the sunroof, and let's contemplate the freaks we can run through Got the chauffer pullin over Snatch one inside, she wanna ride with this mission Close the partition, he like to listen All fuckin, no kissin, just smokin and drinkin Super vets in a super stretch Lincoln Thinkin bout the good ol' days of hip hop in its purest form before the eye of the storm I could give a fuck about you hatin, on my way to the Colliseum with seventeen-five waitin They scream for the limousine, it's all clean Tinted, your shit is rented, you know we spend it While you worry bout the five mics, I'm in the limelight wit movies comin out, yo' time is runnin out I just finished doin "Live At The Apollo" Indication from my driver damn we're bein followed [Mr. Short Khop] You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life [Ice Cube] I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life [Mr. Short Khop] You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life [Ice Cube] I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fuckin with the...) Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife, ugh ugh ugh ugh) [Mr. Short Khop] Caught him in motion, had me potent, let him know about the showin and how I'm knowin to keep it cracked open Cans of ass-beatin, plus on how I crash meetins and have your whole staff leavin half-breathin Got shit to hold my own, big bucks But Khop's soon to run it through em, nigga check nuts Put to the test then put two to rest Wiped out with lights out, two to the chest Hold it now tell a few, legitimate We loaded, for revenue, let's get this shit and split this shit for three days, count it three ways Nigga fuck what he say, havin heat pays It's all about the thoroughbred, top choice with the voice that keep ??? moist Mr. Short Khop expected the truest, dare you niggas step to us I stay connected til death do us [Ice Cube] You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life [Mr.Short Khop] I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life [Ice Cube] You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life [Mr.Short Khop] I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fuckin with the...) Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife I need JESUS, JESUS) [Ice Cube] The alley was pitch black, I'm in the back of this black Lac These fuckers pull up in a Ac They don't understand the impact Two thousand dollar three-piece suit, can you spend that? They call me the Don Mega (Don Mega) *motorcycle speeding past* cos I'm down to play a double-header in stormy weather Superstar, goddamn them niggas got me Stop the car and blast the paparazzi *gun shots, motorcycle* [Mr. Short Khop] You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life [Ice Cube] I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life [Mr. Short Khop] You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life [Ice Cube] I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fuckin with the...) Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife I need Jesus, ugh) |
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