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Da Lench Mob - All on My Nut Sac lyrics
Ice Cube: It's like push, push, in the bush (man fuck you) You from the cluck crew Nigga I got money like a black man (man fuck you) Jay-Dee Negro you and your payroll Ice Cube: Say ho this nigga got the yay-O Pump that shit from L.A. to San Diego Now do you wanna join my crew? Jay-Dee Man fuck you nigga, I thought you knew Now I gotta lay you out, play you out For sellin' that shit all about Ice Cube: Nigga I got clout Throughout the projects Jay-Dee Yeah, for robbin' black folks for their checks Now we gotta break necks Ice Cube: Black man don't flex on a brother Unless you a plain clothes, undercover Jay-Dee Man fuck you You can't get your slang on But you got black folks singin that same song (yeah) Ice Cube: I used to get my bang on Now I got money anythang's on Jay-Dee Man fuck you Because your dead wrong Use your mind black man I can tell that your head strong Ice Cube: So what should I do? Work for $3.22? "Welcome to McDonald's may I please help you?" I don't think so homey don't play that Jay-Dee Yeah, but heres a gun, Can homey say gat? (yep) So ease back Or we'll peel your cap 'Cuz you can get a smack for that, black Ice Cube: So do you wanna join my crew? Jay-Dee Punk, I don't work for nobody (man fuck you) Chorus: (Ice Cube) I can tell, your all on my nutsac (Ice Cube) Motherfuckin peasants is all on my nutsac Jay-Dee Niggas never thought dope-dealin would play out So now they move way out But nigga you can stay out - the ghetto With your little baggies and shit Ice Cube: But I gotta buy my silk shirt and my khakis from the swap meet Jay-Dee Yeah fuckin' with them defs you got beat And whitey can't wait to see yo' ass in the hot seat Ice Cube: Man, fuck you 'cuz I got rocks in my pockets Get you so high niggas call my shit rockets Money parlayin', got my car layin' Bendin' on the corner sellin' Crack to the corners motherfucker Jay-Dee You'se a sucker I hope a good ducker Looks like I'ma have to bust a cap on my brother (yeah) Ice Cube: So do you wanna join my crew? Jay-Dee I told your little ass before (man fuck you) Chorus: (Ice Cube) It's a shame, your all on my nutsac (Ice Cube) And it's apparent, your all on my nutsac Jay-Dee Driving through my hood Rollin in your crack car Basehead's out the block chasing like a track star Ice Cube: I might let a few of them catch me Fuck the police the motherfuckers wanna stretch me Have a big nigga undress me Call me sweetheart or even sexy Jay-Dee Now who's giving up the crack And I ain't talkin' about the plastic sacs Man fuck that, you gonna let Jack play the mack Guaranteed to hit your ass from the back Ice Cube: Man fuck you Jay-Dee You got three babies Talkin' that shit Punk, you can't phase me Jay-Dee But my nine goes "buck-buck...pow!" Bitch! (now look at you now) Ice Cube: Man fuck you! Jay-Dee A tiskcut a tasket Now look who's in a casket I knew I'd get your ass one day Scandulous bastard Artist: Da Lench Mob Album: Guerillas in the Mist Song Title: All On My Nutsac Typed by: Gza616@aol.com Ice Cube: It's like push, push, in the bush (man fuck you) You from the cluck crew Nigga I got money like a black man (man fuck you) Jay-Dee Negro you and your payroll Ice Cube: Say ho this nigga got the yay-O Pump that shit from L.A. to San Diego Now do you wanna join my crew? Jay-Dee Man fuck you nigga, I thought you knew Now I gotta lay you out, play you out For sellin' that shit all about Ice Cube: Nigga I got clout Throughout the projects Jay-Dee Yeah, for robbin' black folks for their checks Now we gotta break necks Ice Cube: Black man don't flex on a brother Unless you a plain clothes, undercover Jay-Dee Man fuck you You can't get your slang on But you got black folks singin that same song (yeah) Ice Cube: I used to get my bang on Now I got money anythang's on Jay-Dee Man fuck you Because your dead wrong Use your mind black man I can tell that your head strong Ice Cube: So what should I do? Work for $3.22? "Welcome to McDonald's may I please help you?" I don't think so homey don't play that Jay-Dee Yeah, but heres a gun, Can homey say gat? (yep) So ease back Or we'll peel your cap 'Cuz you can get a smack for that, black Ice Cube: So do you wanna join my crew? Jay-Dee Punk, I don't work for nobody (man fuck you) Chorus: (Ice Cube) I can tell, your all on my nutsac (Ice Cube) Motherfuckin peasants is all on my nutsac Jay-Dee Niggas never thought dope-dealin would play out So now they move way out But nigga you can stay out - the ghetto With your little baggies and shit Ice Cube: But I gotta buy my silk shirt and my khakis from the swap meet Jay-Dee Yeah fuckin' with them defs you got beat And whitey can't wait to see yo' ass in the hot seat Ice Cube: Man, fuck you 'cuz I got rocks in my pockets Get you so high niggas call my shit rockets Money parlayin', got my car layin' Bendin' on the corner sellin' Crack to the corners motherfucker Jay-Dee You'se a sucker I hope a good ducker Looks like I'ma have to bust a cap on my brother (yeah) Ice Cube: So do you wanna join my crew? Jay-Dee I told your little ass before (man fuck you) Chorus: (Ice Cube) It's a shame, your all on my nutsac (Ice Cube) And it's apparent, your all on my nutsac Jay-Dee Driving through my hood Rollin in your crack car Basehead's out the block chasing like a track star Ice Cube: I might let a few of them catch me Fuck the police the motherfuckers wanna stretch me Have a big nigga undress me Call me sweetheart or even sexy Jay-Dee Now who's giving up the crack And I ain't talkin' about the plastic sacs Man fuck that, you gonna let Jack play the mack Guaranteed to hit your ass from the back Ice Cube: Man fuck you Jay-Dee You got three babies Talkin' that shit Punk, you can't phase me Jay-Dee But my nine goes "buck-buck...pow!" Bitch! (now look at you now) Ice Cube: Man fuck you! Jay-Dee A tiskcut a tasket Now look who's in a casket I knew I'd get your ass one day Scandulous bastard |
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