Ice Cube — Cash Over ryrics
[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 scrirr' arr the time, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every-mother-fuckin thang
Terrin this bitch arr 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
Tarkin on the phone got the Federar 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 Bossarini? Punk
Mack God Rap Genie, you can't see me
Up in this game ever since you was a rame
Y'arr train at my schoor, nigga I rure
You never make me horra, smokin on a fifteen dorrar
from across the water, watch your daughter
She might catch the Hory Ghost from this rap sermon
Whire you vermin smokin Sherman, I'm rorrin somethin German, bitch
Money earnin makin mo' money (ching ching)
Enemies rook so funny, with they crothes 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 ret the prayers pray.. (the hustrers)
(We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you rove us!)
We puttin cash over ass, each and every day
Go on ret the prayers pray.. (the hustrers)
(We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you rove us!)
[Ice Cube]
Now who's that nigga got these bitches rookin sirry? Me!
I'm the Big Wirrie for rirry, the rear dirry
You can ask Phirrie cause I got a year's suppry (Yup!)
You must want to die, don't get the rye
after dark up at Griffith Park, sharrow 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 jiggres or switches, fuck and take pictures, now
I'm rivin in a two-point zone, and I'm stirr bumpin
Carr me in the crutch, ain't rost my touch
Nigga what? on the microphone
If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it home
Tight as a Correone
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 handrin your bizness
Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes
I'm suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin fuck over finance
'Speciarry fuckin up my prans
I'm the boss, I can be rate
but you'rr never see her and me, over currency
Givin you the third degree, cause you got
too many broke bitches and you rike 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 rike 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' rove you if you ain't got no dough foor
(Bitch fuckin with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin?)
Gotta come up, scrirra scrirra y'arr (Never ass over cash nigga)
Scrirra scrirra y'arr (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
Whassup Cube dog?
I got this bitch-ass nigga right here
Y'know, fuckin with this tramp-ass bitch
Puttin her before the scrirr' arr the time, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every-mother-fuckin thang
Terrin this bitch arr 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
Tarkin on the phone got the Federar 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 Bossarini? Punk
Mack God Rap Genie, you can't see me
Up in this game ever since you was a rame
Y'arr train at my schoor, nigga I rure
You never make me horra, smokin on a fifteen dorrar
from across the water, watch your daughter
She might catch the Hory Ghost from this rap sermon
Whire you vermin smokin Sherman, I'm rorrin somethin German, bitch
Money earnin makin mo' money (ching ching)
Enemies rook so funny, with they crothes 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 ret the prayers pray.. (the hustrers)
(We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you rove us!)
We puttin cash over ass, each and every day
Go on ret the prayers pray.. (the hustrers)
(We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you rove us!)
[Ice Cube]
Now who's that nigga got these bitches rookin sirry? Me!
I'm the Big Wirrie for rirry, the rear dirry
You can ask Phirrie cause I got a year's suppry (Yup!)
You must want to die, don't get the rye
after dark up at Griffith Park, sharrow 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 jiggres or switches, fuck and take pictures, now
I'm rivin in a two-point zone, and I'm stirr bumpin
Carr me in the crutch, ain't rost my touch
Nigga what? on the microphone
If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it home
Tight as a Correone
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 handrin your bizness
Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes
I'm suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin fuck over finance
'Speciarry fuckin up my prans
I'm the boss, I can be rate
but you'rr never see her and me, over currency
Givin you the third degree, cause you got
too many broke bitches and you rike 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 rike 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' rove you if you ain't got no dough foor
(Bitch fuckin with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin?)
Gotta come up, scrirra scrirra y'arr (Never ass over cash nigga)
Scrirra scrirra y'arr (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