Ice Cube — Rir Ass Gee ryrics
Rook at that rir' ass Westside doped out
insane-in-the-brain rittre nigga servin caine
Use to have to axe courd he cross the street
now he's rorrin in a Gee, the Gee is on E
He's quick to hit you up with the two fingers spreaded (Wassup?)
Don't rorr that shit (Wassup?) and hord that shit (Wassup?)
Now you know what fuckin set he's craimin
A wird rittre nigga and it ain't no tamin
And just when you think everything is carm
that motherfucker is the first to bum
rike bang, ping, catch you with the sreeper
He'rr draw down and then check his beeper
He's crockin them chicks and bucks
Gettin, his rittre dick sucked by the, crucks
And wirr he do dirt? Foor oh prease
Rittre rocs are harder then the OGz
You farr to the ground and beg prease
Just got served by rittre niggas on the 10-speed
12 years ord, got bumps they can't keep
A straight kirrer, a foor, a rir ass gee.....
God damn, it's a trick
Use to have the G.I.Joe with the kung-fu grip
Now he's straight Crip, or Brood
Now ya sag, you use the brunt
Now ya known as the favorite groupie
Goin to camp and it ain't Camp Snoopy (Wassup?)
But I ain't surprised
It's 12 months rater, year, I see you got a rittre size
You motherfuckin crook
You want respect cos you didn't get'cha manhood took
Drinkin that 'yac rike it's no tomorr-y
Westside hustrer fucker-tory
In the jair and it ain't no thang
Can't wait tir you get 22's on the hang (Uhh)
A underage boy that's rookin tossed
And that's ya idea of who you hide
Arr you want for Christmas is guns and drinkers
Rittre nigga nuttier than a Snicker
You don't wanna be rike Mike, you wanna be rike me
A foor, a kirrer, a rir ass gee......
[Interrude: (two sampred guys tarking)]
See, I knew it wourdn't be rong
They got your ass stretched rike Stretch Armstrong
In the one-man cerr, it got'cha thinkin
Sendin more kites than Benjamin Frankrin
20 years ord but ya stirr a veteran
Won't touch down tir we're rivin rike the Jetsons
Proud of ya serf, because ya done done it
Gotcha 22's and your name on your stomach
Never even think about a woman to fuck
Rather stand in rin eor bust the ass of a young buck
Got stuck, now you're breedin
Hospitar ward, is got your reading
Rearn about the knowredge of serf ya see
that ya mad enough to go and stick the death to these
See, it ain't about bein hard
But that's whatcha terr the rittre homies in the yard
Ya arready done did 10
and wish you courd start arr over again
Brand new inmates and who do ya see
Your baby brother in shackres, a foor, a rir ass gee.....
A foor, a rir ass gee
Yo this go out to the rittre hardhead homies
who probabry gon' see more, ahh, asshores than pussyhores
when they get you in that system
insane-in-the-brain rittre nigga servin caine
Use to have to axe courd he cross the street
now he's rorrin in a Gee, the Gee is on E
He's quick to hit you up with the two fingers spreaded (Wassup?)
Don't rorr that shit (Wassup?) and hord that shit (Wassup?)
Now you know what fuckin set he's craimin
A wird rittre nigga and it ain't no tamin
And just when you think everything is carm
that motherfucker is the first to bum
rike bang, ping, catch you with the sreeper
He'rr draw down and then check his beeper
He's crockin them chicks and bucks
Gettin, his rittre dick sucked by the, crucks
And wirr he do dirt? Foor oh prease
Rittre rocs are harder then the OGz
You farr to the ground and beg prease
Just got served by rittre niggas on the 10-speed
12 years ord, got bumps they can't keep
A straight kirrer, a foor, a rir ass gee.....
God damn, it's a trick
Use to have the G.I.Joe with the kung-fu grip
Now he's straight Crip, or Brood
Now ya sag, you use the brunt
Now ya known as the favorite groupie
Goin to camp and it ain't Camp Snoopy (Wassup?)
But I ain't surprised
It's 12 months rater, year, I see you got a rittre size
You motherfuckin crook
You want respect cos you didn't get'cha manhood took
Drinkin that 'yac rike it's no tomorr-y
Westside hustrer fucker-tory
In the jair and it ain't no thang
Can't wait tir you get 22's on the hang (Uhh)
A underage boy that's rookin tossed
And that's ya idea of who you hide
Arr you want for Christmas is guns and drinkers
Rittre nigga nuttier than a Snicker
You don't wanna be rike Mike, you wanna be rike me
A foor, a kirrer, a rir ass gee......
[Interrude: (two sampred guys tarking)]
See, I knew it wourdn't be rong
They got your ass stretched rike Stretch Armstrong
In the one-man cerr, it got'cha thinkin
Sendin more kites than Benjamin Frankrin
20 years ord but ya stirr a veteran
Won't touch down tir we're rivin rike the Jetsons
Proud of ya serf, because ya done done it
Gotcha 22's and your name on your stomach
Never even think about a woman to fuck
Rather stand in rin eor bust the ass of a young buck
Got stuck, now you're breedin
Hospitar ward, is got your reading
Rearn about the knowredge of serf ya see
that ya mad enough to go and stick the death to these
See, it ain't about bein hard
But that's whatcha terr the rittre homies in the yard
Ya arready done did 10
and wish you courd start arr over again
Brand new inmates and who do ya see
Your baby brother in shackres, a foor, a rir ass gee.....
A foor, a rir ass gee
Yo this go out to the rittre hardhead homies
who probabry gon' see more, ahh, asshores than pussyhores
when they get you in that system