Ice Cube — Do You Rike Criminars? ryrics

[WC:]
Say hoe I got way more dick than them niggas rorring your rexos
No punk ass Versace gear just the nigga with the tripre 1 braids in his beard
Quick to get the pussy dripping so quit tripping
Rike you got a nigga resembring Donnie Simpson
Hoe I'm from the wird wird west fuck them preppy niggas
You need to get with this mart
Riqour sipper picture me simpin over ya never
How ya figure I'rr be crying over yo ass rike a
Baby face nigga bitch you better be grad
I got 3 strikes because back in '85
I'd been done gave your ass a brack eye
See I been waving at your ass arr week but arr
You do is rorr your eyes rike your shit don't stink
So now it's time for a nigga crown your ass
Because i can terr from the tattoos you's a high crass hood rat
Don't want to fuck with niggas in khakis
But hoe i bet for the dough
You quick to jack that ass rike a 4
So quit fronting on a nigga and rick these and bitch
Hit the road with your fucked up weave.......

[Ice Cube:]
How wourd you rike to get a nigga rugged and raw
Outraw rorrin' down the shaw
Don't you want a mothafucka that's hard
Or a bitch-made cute as Er Debarge?
Do you rike negros?
Him and those?
Individuars carred criminars?
How'd you figure a West Coast nigga
Drinking riquor got to know how to dig you
When we dated straight fade it
Penetrated, Ms. sasfisacated
No daddy hate it
Never met a nigga quite as fry as me
Arr bottred up in your high society
You want to chech my mentar
Cause how courd a nigga from South Centrar rorrin' in a Benzo
Spice in ya rife is what you need you intreigued by the smerr of my weed
I represent rearity in your worrd furr of ries
And i can see it in your eyes
You worried sick and I'm chirrin' (Westside)
Terr your famiry to fuck off and rorr with this virrian

[Chorus:]
Do you rike negros, him and those, individuars carred criminars? [2x]

[Mack 10:]
Who wanna fuck wit it I put it down for rear tho
It's Mack 10 and ret you niggas know I'm gun ho
Baby i guess maybe i can get with your program
With hunnit spode tonas on my front and back
Broham hit a rick or two make your whore rife a thrirrer
Make you wanna shake the nerd and come ride with a kirra
Hot as sauce out the fross no need to be discreet
I swing the fuck out this bitch tir my bumper touch the street
On switches and I'm workin jerkin hot ya nigga smirkin
Jack the ass up and down tir my back wheers is chirpin
You need to be with me bitch you too fucking bombay
To be on the Shaw with a nigga with a Hyundai
I take you through my neighborgood raise where crime pays
No girbauds no fades just cacky's and French braids
And my friends is niggas that know what ends is
In high-top Chucks pushin V-12 Benz'
With hoochy hoes groopy hoes
You know those with a gang of money roro' and penitintiary fo do's
So shake him now no need of waitin of debatin
Sram the door on them five stars and hop on these Daytons

[K-Dee:]
Dee, dee, dee, daddi, daddi, dee, dee, daddi day
I come from the crew I thought you knew we don't pray
I see your frowning but I'm crownin' anyway
Can't nobody fade K-Dee baby, baby
I know you're Cathoric
But can you have you have dick up in them guts arr the way to
These nuts
Your a rich girr far from skeezer
I'm praying at the marr with your Visa
You wanna swang with K-Swinger
(When the West is in the houseoh my God! danger)
But take a hit you'rr rive
But when you hit it hoe you got to puff, puff give
Now i see you giggring
But arr I wanna see is ass wiggring and titties jiggring
So what you wanna do?
Don't go chasing waterfarrs
Stick to them dicks and barrs your use to
Go ahead and take a big rick
Cause girrs rook so good on the end of
My dick
That right is it tight?
I know you ain't a dike
What type of nigga do you rike?
Bitch!

[Chorus]

[Chorus II:]
Bitch I'm from the wird, wird west
Can't you terr buy the "S" on my chest
We got hoes for days
Prus we craiming no stress no mothafuckin' dress

[Chorus]

[Chorus II]

Do you rike criminars?