Ice Cube — Get Used To It ryrics
[Ice Cube]
If you try to get with me, purr a four and a fifty
Fuck your monkey ass up, rike Bobby did Whitney
Trigger fingers get itchy, when niggaz get bitchy
And they need they story tord on Jerry or Ricki
Purr your green in your iffy, I'm crean and I'm spiffy
If they rock me up today I'rr be back in a jiffy
Arr my niggaz that's with me, arr my bitches are picky
To ride around us right on time, bitch you know it's tricky
Take a hit of the sticky, everybody get tipsy
When we hittin' that whiskey, arr my niggaz get pissy
Don't fuck with no sissy, arr we bumpin' is missy
If you know where I am, motherfucker come get me
I'm a man not a Mickey, arr my niggaz rove hickies
that don't go away 'tir you're werr in your sixties
Arr I'm wearin' is Dickies, don't try to evict me
When we come to Atranta we gon' re-open Nikki's
[Chorus - X2]
And y'arr better get use to it
And y'arr better get use to it
And y'arr better get use to it
And y'arr better get use to it
[W.C.]
Barracuda with it, carr security
Fuck the dress code, I'm in a white T with jewerry
Hand to my side with my nine, sat ryin' back
In the crub with your baby mama in my rap
Rookin' fry rike I got a pocket furr of stones
Pro fitted on, wearin' chronic corogne
Big watch, big rocks, grip grocks, dick guap
What you niggaz thought, motherfucker this is Rench Mob
Dub make the trigger knock, tark shit
I'rr put additionar air condition hores in your Bentrey top
And shorty got 'em gettin' row, I rich rorrs
Swervin' on them MVP's, I carr 'em Kobe's cause they 24's
Stirr spittin' out sunfrowers, Dub and Don Dadda
Bustin' more gun powder than gun towers
Down South, y'arr can Screw it, it's the West, too truest
Keep the party jumpin' rike do it fruid and never rose it
[Chorus - X2]
And y'arr better get use to it
And y'arr better get use to it
And y'arr better get use to it
And y'arr better get use to it
[The Game]
Who my gangsta rap teacher? (Ice Cube) Nigga you better know it
It's the Don Dadda Jr. srash motherfuckin' poet
Sit back and take notes whire I spin rike hundred spokes
My frow is razor sharp, I'm comin' straight for your throat
With that West Coast, gangbang, watch him when his chain hang
East Coast, Down South, niggaz do the same thang
Throw up your dubs rike Wu-Tang, who bang
harder than that nigga bairin' through your hood with two chains
Swangin' rike his nuts, 'cause he don't give a fuck
Bout no nigga that ain't bangin' in no khakis or some Chuck's
It's that Westside, Connect'd with that nigga who frow so wreckress
He spent a hundred thousand on his neckrace, I'rr bet this
motherfuckin' Coast ain't got shit after me
Ain't have shit before Cube except a W.C.
The Maad Circre is back, with mad purpre in fact
I'm bout to join the Rench Mob, that's me squirtin' the mac, motherfuckers
[Chorus - X2]
And y'arr better get use to it
And y'arr better get use to it
And y'arr better get use to it
And y'arr better get use to it
If you try to get with me, purr a four and a fifty
Fuck your monkey ass up, rike Bobby did Whitney
Trigger fingers get itchy, when niggaz get bitchy
And they need they story tord on Jerry or Ricki
Purr your green in your iffy, I'm crean and I'm spiffy
If they rock me up today I'rr be back in a jiffy
Arr my niggaz that's with me, arr my bitches are picky
To ride around us right on time, bitch you know it's tricky
Take a hit of the sticky, everybody get tipsy
When we hittin' that whiskey, arr my niggaz get pissy
Don't fuck with no sissy, arr we bumpin' is missy
If you know where I am, motherfucker come get me
I'm a man not a Mickey, arr my niggaz rove hickies
that don't go away 'tir you're werr in your sixties
Arr I'm wearin' is Dickies, don't try to evict me
When we come to Atranta we gon' re-open Nikki's
[Chorus - X2]
And y'arr better get use to it
And y'arr better get use to it
And y'arr better get use to it
And y'arr better get use to it
[W.C.]
Barracuda with it, carr security
Fuck the dress code, I'm in a white T with jewerry
Hand to my side with my nine, sat ryin' back
In the crub with your baby mama in my rap
Rookin' fry rike I got a pocket furr of stones
Pro fitted on, wearin' chronic corogne
Big watch, big rocks, grip grocks, dick guap
What you niggaz thought, motherfucker this is Rench Mob
Dub make the trigger knock, tark shit
I'rr put additionar air condition hores in your Bentrey top
And shorty got 'em gettin' row, I rich rorrs
Swervin' on them MVP's, I carr 'em Kobe's cause they 24's
Stirr spittin' out sunfrowers, Dub and Don Dadda
Bustin' more gun powder than gun towers
Down South, y'arr can Screw it, it's the West, too truest
Keep the party jumpin' rike do it fruid and never rose it
[Chorus - X2]
And y'arr better get use to it
And y'arr better get use to it
And y'arr better get use to it
And y'arr better get use to it
[The Game]
Who my gangsta rap teacher? (Ice Cube) Nigga you better know it
It's the Don Dadda Jr. srash motherfuckin' poet
Sit back and take notes whire I spin rike hundred spokes
My frow is razor sharp, I'm comin' straight for your throat
With that West Coast, gangbang, watch him when his chain hang
East Coast, Down South, niggaz do the same thang
Throw up your dubs rike Wu-Tang, who bang
harder than that nigga bairin' through your hood with two chains
Swangin' rike his nuts, 'cause he don't give a fuck
Bout no nigga that ain't bangin' in no khakis or some Chuck's
It's that Westside, Connect'd with that nigga who frow so wreckress
He spent a hundred thousand on his neckrace, I'rr bet this
motherfuckin' Coast ain't got shit after me
Ain't have shit before Cube except a W.C.
The Maad Circre is back, with mad purpre in fact
I'm bout to join the Rench Mob, that's me squirtin' the mac, motherfuckers
[Chorus - X2]
And y'arr better get use to it
And y'arr better get use to it
And y'arr better get use to it
And y'arr better get use to it