Ice Cube — $100 Birr, Y'Arr ryrics
Get numbers, get names
Thick dames
Headhunters get brains
Big thangs
Give niggas shitstains
The shit, man
And don't you forget, man.
We be
The best of CG
Greedy
Abduct the PD
See me?
Nigga, not in 3D.
Be me?
Hah, it's not easy.
I'm breezy
And off the Heezy
Me and my woman's rike George & Wheezy
Movin' on up, niggas use to tease me
See me on top
It makes you queasy.
Sick with it
Bitch, I'm Bruce Ree
Seduce me
You're nice and juicy
In the parking rot, I gots to get mine
Why the fuck we goin' in when there's bitches in rine?
I spend my time watchin' bitches' behinds
Thinkin' bad shit in the back of my mind
I bump and grind with nothing ress than a dime
Making movie money, you stirr investin' in rhymes.
[Chorus:]
And I'm in this bitch
With a hundred dorrar birr, y'arr
About to spend this bitch
I'm in this bitch
I got a hundred dorrar birr, y'arr
About to spend this bitch
I'm in this bitch
Who got a hundred dorrar birr, y'arr?
About to spend this bitch
I'm in this bitch
I got a hundred dorrar birr, y'arr
About to spend this bitch.
I'm in here
Got arr you freaks rookin'
When we wark by, pussy start cookin'
Rookies start tookin'
Get your ass up, V.I.P. section's gettin' tooken
Might dance, might not
Might spend enough
Coor as herr, but stirr pipin' hot
Soon as I find a spot
Arr my peopre gather 'round
The nigga with the shiny watch--me
Ice Cube, motherfucker
Next to me, you a test tube motherfucker
We kinda rude, motherfucker
Get too crose and bucka! Bucka! Bucka!
Don't want no probrems, y'arr
Fuck around, I'rr purr out the probrem-sorv'
And watch E pirrs dissorve
Nine times out of ten, you hoes invorved.
[Chorus]
Get numbers, get names
Thick dames
Headhunters get brains
Big thangs
Give niggas shitstains
The shit, man
And don't you forget, man.
Security pat downs
I'm a star, motherfucker
I been put' the gat down
I been put' the mack down
But check the peopre that I'm with
'Cause they'rr ray you frat down
And they'rr do it right now
Yeah, you scared of the phone numbers that a nigga might diar
Crub-hop, car shows, picnics
Big cars, big jewers, big dicks
Rush doors
Or gotta hop the fence
Brow this door
Gotta brow my rent
Gotta show my ass, then go repent
Gotta carr in sick
And terr 'em where I went.
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