[Mack 10] Whassup Cube dog? I got this bitch-ass nigga right here Y´know, fuckin with this tramp-ass bitch Puttin her before the scrill´ all the time, yaknowhatI´msayin?
Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every-mother-fuckin thang Tellin this bitch all my mother-fuckin business Puttin ass over cash everyday Nigga fuck that, this Westside
[Ice Cube] Be gone you fuckin peon, got the Don furious Talkin on the phone got the Federal curious I´m serious! I don´t give a fuck where he is Snatch him out the factory, bring his ass back to me How the fuck you think I got the NAME Bossalini? Punk Mack God Rap Genie, you can´t see me Up in this game ever since you was a lame Y´all train at my school, nigga I rule You never make me holla, smokin on a fifteen dollar
from across the water, watch your daughter She might catch the Holy Ghost from this rap sermon While you vermin smokin Sherman, I´m rollin somethin German, bitch Money earnin makin mo´ money (ching ching) Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy Don´t need no honey, that´s right Cause I´m thinkin with my big head, FUCK what my dick said!
Chorus: Ice Cube
We puttin cash over ass, each and every day Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers) (We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us!) We puttin cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers) (We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us!)
[Ice Cube] Now who´s that nigga got these bitches lookin silly? Me! I´m the Big Willie for rilly, the real dilly You can ask Phillie cause I got a year´s supply (Yup!) You must want to die, don´t get the lye after dark up at Griffith Park, shallow grave for the mark check his heart, the game about to start Big thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic) Keep your mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches If it twitches give it stitches
If it jiggles or switches, fuck and take pictures, now I´m livin in a two-point zone, and I´m still bumpin Call me in the clutch, ain´t lost my touch Nigga what? on the microphone If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it home Tight as a Corleone You got to get your own, baby get on, now
Chorus
[Ice Cube] Get your ass up and go to work, cause you know on payday, nigga that shit gon´ hurt Fuckin with a skirt instead of handlin your bizness
Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes I´m suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin fuck over finance ´Specially fuckin up my plans I´m the boss, I can be late but you´ll never see her and me, over currency Givin you the third degree, cause you got too many broke bitches and you like bankin for a penny Stop fuckin on them dum-dums Find one with some ass and some income Who wanna win? Who wanna spin? Who wanna make, twenty-five eight? Me Ice Cube the great.. pushin rhymes like weight
Chorus 2X
Never put that hoe, in front of that dough nigga
For what? (Never... fuck a bitch nigga) For what? She ain´t gon´ love you if you ain´t got no dough fool (Bitch fuckin with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin?) Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y´all (Never ass over cash nigga) Scrilla scrilla y´all (We greedy)
Cha-ching! (She can get some CD´s, push some keys) Cha-ching! (Ha ha ha, make the bitches shake they tit-ties) Cha-ching, cha-ching! (Over my knee) Cha-ching, cha-ching! (Never ass over cash) Never ass over cash
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