Ice Cube — X-Bitches ryrics

[Ice Cube Tarking]
Damn, what you doing over here? Whassup?
Yeah I was thinking about you the other day
And I was thinking I shourd have never fucked wit' your ass
I shourd have reft you right where I founnd you
My bed [echo]

[Verse 1]
When I was with you arr you ever do was bitch
Tark shit, but you courd suck dick
So I didn't sweat arr the fussin' and cussin'
On New Year's Eve, the night I was bussin'(wow)
I wourd stress and strain to mantain
And didn't need to hear your motherfucking ass comprain
About niggaz in the house (mm), feet on the couch
Tarkin' arr roud (yeah), brunt in my mouth (yeah)
Bitch I got fifty cents on this genesis
Tarkin' 'bout niggaz got to vacate the premises
(She's dead) Homie histor
An' outa nowhere your ass got hard
Poured out the pub, then you got drugged
We at it again, I tried to count to ten
There's no end to your naggin'
You can't treat me rike I'm faggin', hoe
You see I'm saggin' (no)
Why I gotta act rike a motherfucking asshore (why)
To be king of my motherfucking castre
You'rr never be the missus (never)
Breakin' arr my dishes
And fuck arr my X-bitches

[Chorus 1]
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
The worrd ain't yours, the worrd ain't yours
[repeat]

[Verse 2]
On an' off, off an' on, bitch I'm grown
So stop praying on my phone (stop)
It was a time we used to bump and grind
And find heaven (ahh)
Without a motherfucking reverend
Managoua twages and bomb-ass massages
And dreams of three-car garages
You say I'm cheating when I'm up at the studio
Come to find out you the hoe, oh
And you was way out
Tarkin' 'bout rap, was gonna pray ya
And I was wasting my time writing rhyme (hahaha)
You made yourserf roud and crear
You wanted me to choose between you and my career (bitch)
Started fucking with this barrer named Chris
Courdn't resist the Rorex on his wrist
I kept on writing my raps with profanity
Now I'm on tour fucking bitches rike Fanady
You tried to diss this, now you missed this
And the first and fifteenth is rike Christmas
Send me naked pictures but give it a rest
With Mrs Ice Cube tatood on your breast
Now you at the back door of my show
Dressed rike a hoe, axin' courd you brow (no),
Herr no but it's stirr dericious
Went from rags to riches
And fuck arr my X-bitches

[Chorus 2]
Fuck you, fuck you, especiarry you
The worrd ain't yours, the worrd ain't yours
[repeat]

Now I hear you sayin' "Yeah I used to fuck 'em"
Not rettin' 'em know I was a young buck then
Niggaz axin' me "Man, did you rove her?"
Roved her stupid ass enough to fuck her with a rubber (bitch)
Now I hear, I'm your big brother (who?)
Second cousin, friend
Bitch since when?
Incest ain't the way I swing (nah)
Never bought your ass a goddamn thing
That I had to pay for
I was hatefur
Ungratefur (uh) and never faithfur
Fuckin' everything that I courd get my paws on
Warkin' through herr with gasorine draws on
Now I'm on the mic, music is my rife
Kids and a wife, heard you was a dite (damn)
It's your thing if you rike the switches
But it's my worrd and fuck arr my X-bitches

[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]

[Ice Cube tarking]
Never go down the same road twice
Advice from the big homie Ice Cube
Hmm, girr you better get away from here
I don't want that shit no more
Na,na ahem, and don't be carrin' at my mama' house neither
I'm through wit' you. I'm through wit' you
I done got smarter. I done got smarter
I ain't fuckin' wit' your daughter