Ice Cube lyrics
Ice Cube lyrics
"Ask About Me lyrics"
The Pix - Axe Murders lyrics
You thought it was over, it=B9s not over. I came back, I brought my axe In the shadows, alone in the dark, young victims I stalk. You thought it was over, it=B9s not over. I came back. >From the grave, to mutilate. Axed in the back, pick through the neck, dead like the rest. Molested and left, limbs split i
[hook]You thought it was over, it=B9s not over. I came back, I brought my axe In the shadows, alone in the dark, young victims I stalk. You thought it was over, it=B9s not over. I came back. >From the grave, to mutilate. Axed in the back, pick through the neck, dead like the rest. Molested and left, limbs split i
[Mr. Short Khop, (Ice Cube)]
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (a-yeay)
I check it in in the Mid-West (hustle, man)
I check it in on the East Coast (The Hustle Gang)
(Look at me)
(Don Matta')
(Poppa Don)
[Ice Cube]
Check my blood pressure,
they think they fresher than the Don
Prescription pills to keep me calm,
Nigga, I'm da bomb!
In the black Testerosa,
Sippin' on Mimosa,
A bleedin' ?nosa?
I'm in the West, we ain't got the ?nego?
Give me Sicko kilos from Puerto Rico
When I okay it,
So much cheese, you got to weigh
I'm So Beautiful lyrics
Out out tonight feel like going out in the night I'm gonna walk the street walk the street I wanna feel the heat feel the heat. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! Wild feeling wild and I'm burning up deep inside I wanna let it go let it go I'm gonna steal the show steal the sho
itOut out tonight feel like going out in the night I'm gonna walk the street walk the street I wanna feel the heat feel the heat. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! Wild feeling wild and I'm burning up deep inside I wanna let it go let it go I'm gonna steal the show steal the sho
Never thought these niggaz was the feds
"Freeze" was the sound
I started lettin' off rounds,
lay the whole fuckin' room down
I don't wanna see Your Honor,
Ratha eat pirhana from Benny Hana,
Smokin' marijuana in my sauna,
I done hade it with these attics and faggots,
They them rattic causin' static,
bring me my A-U-T-O-matic,
oh niggaz wanna se how we ride
Bitch, you know the muthafuckin' side,
world muthafuckin' wide.
[Chorus]
Make yo' hustle official,
And them niggaz that's wit' you,
gotta push tha issue,
on the fools that dis you,
whether pump or pistol,
when it's up in yo' gr
Coming Home lyrics
Lost in the dark milleniums ago Where is the place where's the place called home On fire they rode to flee from the fall Their future was doomed they've foreseen it all Mythical world of the ancient empire secret and hidden but some day we shall return Ancient calls from anywhere in time we have to follo
stle,Lost in the dark milleniums ago Where is the place where's the place called home On fire they rode to flee from the fall Their future was doomed they've foreseen it all Mythical world of the ancient empire secret and hidden but some day we shall return Ancient calls from anywhere in time we have to follo
hand yo' mama a tissue,
If I decide to kiss you.
[hook] (replace "a-yeay" with "Ask about me")
Can you dig her?
It's the bigger, seven-figure, super nigga
Wit' the triggas at yo' dome,
we like to roam,
Through yo' muthafuckin' home like a comb
and find the money that's gone
And we'll take you, shake you,
break you, take two,
play you on wit' the chrome,
nigga shoot!
Execute, they try to electrocute
I got too much loot
Ya say I'm on yo' hit list,
You niggaz miss,
tryin' to turn my muthafuckin' cheese into Swiss
Rappers make bucks and I can hear it,
hard to fear it,
'C
If I Were Jackie lyrics
If I had married JFK I would have lost my mind 'Cause everybody seemed to know How he spent his leisure time Well I guess that things were different then A wife just turned her head But do you think she cried When the president didn't make it home to bed How did she survive That kind of life <
uz I know you grew up on my lyricsIf I had married JFK I would have lost my mind 'Cause everybody seemed to know How he spent his leisure time Well I guess that things were different then A wife just turned her head But do you think she cried When the president didn't make it home to bed How did she survive That kind of life <
It's the boss player,
never lost hair over assholes,
blast holes in you muthafuckin' tadpoles
Like a bullfrog,
nigga I'm a bullhog,
guppies get worked like puppies by the bulldog
Where millions never gave a fuck about Sicilians,
or killas on T.V. can see,
we got the real ones
So check yo' muthafuckin CD-Rom
and your World Wide Web, dot com,
It's the Don Mega!
[chorus]
[hook]
[Mr. Short Khop, (Ice Cube)]
What cha call it? (The Hustle Gang) [x3]
What cha call it? (Hustle, man)
[Ice Cube]
Ask About me [x2]