Ice Cube

[fox69]

"$100 Bill Y'all"

"$100 Bill Y'all"


Get numbers, get names
Thick dames
Headhunters get brains
Big thangs
Give niggas shitstains
The shit, man
And don't you forget, man.
We be
The best of CG
Greedy
Abduct the PD
See me?
Nigga, not in 3D.
Be me?
Hah, it's not easy.
I'm breezy
And off the Heezy
Me and my woman's like George & Wheezy
Movin' on up, niggas use to tease me
See me on top
It makes you queasy.
Sick with it
Bitch, I'm Bruce Lee
Seduce me
You're nice and juicy
In the parking lot, I gots to get mine
Why the fuck we goin' in when there's bitches in line?
I spend my time watchin' bitches' behinds
Thinkin' bad shit in the back of my mind
I bump and grind with nothing less than a dime
Making movie money, you still investin' in rhymes.

[Chorus]

And I'm in this bitch
With a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this bitch
I'm in this bitch
I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this bitch
I'm in this bitch
Who got a hundred dollar bill, y'all?
About to spend this bitch
I'm in this bitch
I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this bitch.
I'm in here
Got all you freaks lookin'
When we walk by, pussy start cookin'
Rookies start tookin'
Get your ass up, V.I.P. section's gettin' tooken
Might dance, might not
Might spend enough
Cool as hell, but still pipin' hot
Soon as I find a spot
All my people gather 'round
The nigga with the shiny watch--me
Ice Cube, motherfucker
Next to me, you a test tube motherfucker
We kinda rude, motherfucker
Get too close and bucka! Bucka! Bucka!
Don't want no problems, y'all
Fuck around, I'll pull out the problem-solv'
And watch E pills dissolve
Nine times out of ten, you hoes involved.

[Chorus]

Get numbers, get names
Thick dames
Headhunters get brains
Big thangs
Give niggas shitstains
The shit, man
And don't you forget, man.
Security pat downs
I'm a star, motherfucker
I been put' the gat down
I been put' the mack down
But check the people that I'm with
'Cause they'll lay you flat down
And they'll do it right now
Yeah, you scared of the phone numbers that a nigga might dial
Club-hop, car shows, picnics
Big cars, big jewels, big dicks
Rush doors
Or gotta hop the fence
Blow this door
Gotta blow my rent
Gotta show my ass, then go repent
Gotta call in sick
And tell 'em where I went.

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"2 Decades Ago (Skit)"

"2 Decades Ago (Skit)"


Nearly 2 Decades Ago
Ice Cube
Well I think that nigga Ice Cube I think uh...
West Coast to the fullest
Big ass W
AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted
Fuck the police
West Side...

 

[fox69]

"A Boy Was Conceived (Intro)"

"A Boy Was Conceived (Intro)"


[Keith David]
Only three short years after the 1965 Watts Riots and the death of Malcolm X and of the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr, A Boy Was Conceived, who's lyrics would change the world

[Mike Epps]
Cube, please stop rapping so we can come out and get some, some more of this action mane
You know when we ain't doin' no movies I'm back out here selling half ounce and quarters of that good weed in that neighborhood

 

[fox69]

"A History Of Violence (Skit)"

"A History Of Violence (Skit)"


[William Shatner:]
Blacks who ventured across the unmarked border were often attacked
By teenage members of the new gang called The Spook Hunters
One of a handful of white gangs active in this time
It was only natural for L.A.'s newest residents to respond unkind

As white attacks started to increase in the mid 1940's and late 1940's
Blacks started to organize their clubs really as a defensive mechanism
And the boss men or the business men and the Snyder boys and all these
Clubs in south L.A. really were just sorta defending themselves against
White violence that was coming from Huntington Park and Southgate

[William Shatner:]
The demise of the black panthers in Los Angeles is said to be another
Blow to a generation of black teenagers that witnessed many of its role models
Assasinated throughout the 1960's

What I'm sayin in so many words, they shoulda let the panthers
Went on because there probably would never have been no crips and no bloods

 

[fox69]

"All Day, Every Day"

"All Day, Every Day"


Gangsta Slow That Shit Down
Yea Who Wanna Ride With This?

We Can Ride All Day EveryDay
It's Do Or Die All Day Everyday
It's Suicide All Day Everyday
You'll Be High All Day Everyday

I'm Rolling Down The Avenue
Doing What I Gotta Do
Sick As The Swine Flu
Ain't Nothing Fine as You
Must I Remind You
What Is Behind You
Drop It Down Took The Ground Like You Was Designed Too
You Can Do It Lil Mama You Can Do It (You Can Do It)
You Can Do It Lil Mama You Can Do It (You Can Do It)
You Can Do It Lil Mama You Can Do It (Slow It Down)
You Can Do It Lil Mama You Can Do It (And all That)

We Can Do It All Day Everyday
Get Into It All Day Everyday
Drinking Fluids All Day Everyday
I Presue It All Day Everyday

You Can Have It Just Reach Out And Grab It (Reach Out And Grab It)
You Can Have It Just Reach Out And Grab It (Reach Out And Grab it)
Just Be Careful Don't Be A Silly Rabbit (Silly Rabbit)
Recreation Use Will Turn Into A Habit (Cut The Shit)

To The Ground Take It To The Ground Girl (Cut The Shit)
To The Ground Take It To The Ground Girl (Cut The Shit)
To The Ground Take It To The Ground Girl (Cut The Shit)

Fuck The FEDS All Day Everyday (Yea Yea)
And Chickenheads All Day Everyday (Yea Yea)
Get Your Bread All Day Everyday (Okay)
Use Your Head All Day Everyday

You Can Do It Lil Mama You Can Do It
You Can Do It Lil Mama You Can Do It (You Can Do It)
You Can Do It Lil Mama You Can Do It
You Can Do It Lil Mama You Can Do It
(Drop That Shit)

All Day Everyday (Certified)
All Day Everyday (Qualified)
All Day Everyday (Westcoast Warlord)
All Day Everyday
(Roll That I Blase That
Nigga Fuck Way Back
I Dos That I Does That
Homie What Was That?)

 

[fox69]

"Anybody Seen The PoPos?"

"Anybody Seen The PoPos?"


Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Let 'em know
When I'm rollin' in the low low
You can't fuck with the smoke bowl

Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Let 'em know
When I'm rollin' in the low low
I serve it to 'em slowmo

Comin' from the west side, motherfuckin' alright
Do this shit all night, leave your ass hog-tied
Nigger, this is raw hide, mixed with the dark side
Never will I walk by, punk, I'm the fall guy

Nigger, you a small fry, looking at the hawk I
Make you buck, I don't give a fuck, I
Make you have to duck my motherfuckin' buckshot
Bloody ass, BB's pulled out your buttocks

These niggers want to know my name
They want to know my game, I got plenty of aim
They said, don't fuck with me
'Cuz if he pull them thangs, there goes your brains, now

His girlfriend's Lois Lane and if you fuck with her
You must smoke Cocaine, brother
Why would you fuck with his?
Blow up your kids and smoke your own mother

Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Let me know
Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Where they go?

Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Let me know
When I'm rollin' in my low low
I serve it to you slowmo

I'ma keep it real, man, fuck how they feel, man
If your feelin' ill, man, go, take a pill
I'ma keep this steel, man, straight at your grill, man
You can tell opra, nigger, you can tell Bill

But Mr. Cosby, this ain't a hobby
Nigger, this the ghetto, just like sowheto
Where niggers want to hurt you, there's no rehearsal
There's no commercial when you're turning purple

These niggers want to know my name
They want to know my game, I got plenty of aim
They said, don't fuck with me
'Cuz if he pull them thangs, there goes your brains, now

His girlfriend's Lois Lane and if you fuck with her
You must smoke Cocaine, brother
Why would you fuck with his?
Blow up your kids and smoke your own mother

Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Let me know
Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Where they go?

Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Let me know
When I'm rollin' in my low low
I serve it to you slowmo, here they come

That's the sound of the police, police
That's the sound of the police, police
Ain't nuthin' more important to me then payback
I'm holding court in the streets
Ain't nuthin' more important to me then payback
I'm holding court in the streets

Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Let me know
Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Where they go?

Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Let me know
When I'm rollin' in my low low
I serve it to you slowmo

These niggers want to know my name
They want to know my game, I got plenty of aim
They said, don't fuck with me
'Cuz if he pull them thangs, there goes your brains, now

His girlfriend's Lois Lane and if you fuck with her
You must smoke Cocaine, brother
Why would you fuck with his?
Blow up your kids and smoke your own mother

I gotta keep it gangsta, gangsta
Keep it gangsta, gangsta
Keep it gangsta, gangsta

I gotta keep it gangsta, gangsta
Keep it gangsta, gangsta
Keep it gangsta, gangsta

I gotta keep it gangsta, gangsta
Keep it gangsta, gangsta
Keep it gangsta, gangsta

I gotta keep it gangsta, gangsta
Keep it gangsta, gangsta
Keep it gangsta, gangsta

 

[fox69]

"Bop Gun (One Nation)"
(feat. George Clinton)

"Bop Gun (One Nation)"
(feat. George Clinton)



At these up late times, hardcore funkateers before the bop gun.
We unleash you a positive light. The bop gun can do you no harm.
It frees yo mind, so yo kind can follow. (Yeahhh.)

So wide you can't get around it
So low you can't get under it
So high you can't get over it
IIIIIIII, can't get over it
Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit
Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit
Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit
Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit
Well all right!
Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit
Attention all radio station jocks ...
Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit
haw haw, got to be groovin' jammin' on yo box.
Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit
The Mothership Connection is upon you again.
Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit
Yeah, workin' up a sweat, is it wet yet?
Ready or not, here we come
Getting down for the one which we believe in

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
1993, much more ba-e-ya-e-younce
Ice Cube comin' with the half ounce
Not Just Knee Deep, jeep fulla smog
A, To, mic, Dog
Like ya behind, heard it through the grapevine
How much longer will you be mine?
And I'ma tell ya, I don't like drama
So do I have to put my handcuffs on your mama
'Cause Bertha Butt did her fuckin' boogie with her crew
But I'd rather fuck you, boo
And make you say humdrum, tweedee dum
Humdrum don't succumb when I'm done, buckin' shit
One nation under a groove gettin down for the fuck of it
Tear the roof of this motherfucker like we did last night, son
And hit you with the bop gun

[George Clinton]
Here's my chance to dance my way
Out of my constriction
Gonna be freakin' up and down
Hang up really late
The groove I only got
We shall all be moved
Ready or not, here we come
Gettin down for the one which we believe in
One nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now

{Yeah.}
Dance, sucka, dance!

{Yeah, heh heh. And it don't stop. Sheeeit.}

Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Aw, feet don't fail me now! Ha ha!
Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Do you promise the funk {yep}, the whole funk,
Nothin but the funk?
{Hit you with the bop gun, heh,
Buss a cap with my bop gun,
Gotta hit you with the bop gun,
Buss a cap with the bop gun, hit you with the bop gun,
Buss a cap with the bop gun, heh, 'cause I'm the top gun...}
Ready. {yep} Ready. {yep} Ready. {yep, come on}
Ready or not, here we come
Gettin down on the one which we believe in

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
If you hear any noise, it's just me and the boys
Playin with our toys
M-1, cuz everybody's gotta have fun
Under the sun, under the sun
So rough, so tough when I get down
The disco fiend with the monster sound
I wants to get fucked up when I'm chillin', whoa
The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill-in
You let her funk me 'cause my funk is the best
Comin from the West
Kickin that shit be occupied, dedicated to the preservation motion of hips
Hittin them dips, cd skips but I'm straight
As I bounce, rock, skate, now I'll toast to that
If it's rough, make the girls say
"Do that stuff! Aw, do that stuff!"
But ya got to be, you got to be a freak of the week
For the top gun, hit you with the bop gun

One nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now
{Trick! Yeeah!} Jus hit 'em with the bop gun!
One nation under a groove {heh}
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now
{Get up with the bop gun...}
One nation under a groove ('bout time we got down, one time)
Gettin down just for {the fuck of it, yeahh}
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now
One nation under a groove (now everybody say)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now
Here's my chance to dance my way
Out of my constriction
Feet don't fail me now! Ha ha!
{Get 'em with the bop gun...
I'm a' blast with the bop gun ... heh heh ...
On yo ass with the with the bop gun ...
I'm talkin' trash with the bop gun ... yeah
And it don't stop
And it won't stop}
Here's my chance to dance my wayyy,
Out of my constriction
(Yeahhh, feel the shit now!)
{Oh shit}

... hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
<Party over here fuck you over there!>
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
<Party over here fuck you over there!> {Oh yeah}
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
<Party over here fuck you over there!>
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
<Party over here fuck you over there, nigga!>
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
<Party over here fuck you over there!>
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
<Party over here fuck you over there!>

Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Feet don't fail me now
(That's right!)
Do you promise the funk
Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Ooo, feet don't fail me now ....
Can I get it on my good foot, good gawd ...
'Bout time I got down one time
(Can I get down one time)

[Ice Cube]
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There ain't nothin' wrong, so hit the bong
Waitin' on the double dutch bus for a ride
As the buffalo bitch go round the outside
Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip
Got Daytons on the mothership
And you can ring my bell if you need me to pass
The dutchie on the left hand side for the sale
Cuz nobody knows where the nose goes when the doors close
Dog chow got the hoes
Lookin' for the theme from the Black Hole
Now I'll big bang you with my black pole
Flashlight, red light, we don't like cops on the bike
Just made bail, tonight
So whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna have some fun with the bop gun

(Ready or not, here we come
Getting down on the one which we believe in)
One nation under a groove
(Here is my chance to dance my wayyy)
Gettin down just for the funk of it (One Nationnnn)
One nation and we're on the move
(Get it on my good foot, good gawd)
Nothin can stop us now
(Ha ha ha ha ha haeeee)
One nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now
(Now I want everybody to put together this time ... hit me!)
One nation under a groove
(Can I get it on my good foot)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(Bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now
(Uh huh, uh huh, one nation)
One nation under a groove
(Can I get it on my good foot)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(Bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now
One nation under a groove (Ooh yeah)
Gettin down just for the funk of it (Ooh yeah)
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now
(Ha ha ha ha ha haeeee)
One nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(Bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us nowwwwww.

 

[fox69]

"Can You Bounce"

"Can You Bounce"


--Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little--

[Ice Cube]
Baby baby can you bouce to this (bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (bounce)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this

[verse one]
I hear you bragin 'bout the money you foldin'
Same nigga that be kissin' my colon
When you picture me rollin'
Nigga picture me holdin', pure heat like Nolan
They call me Poppa Doctor
See your bitch and i knock her
I collect them like Pokemon
From Nokishan, accept the ones with no behind
You can keep 'em, keep 'em from creepin' where i'm sleepin'
Same bitch and same club every weekend
Same drink, same dress, brainless
What would you do if i handed you a stainless
Can't fuck with a girl that's gameless
Would you tell the po-po's what my name is

Baby baby can you bouce to this (baby bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (smoke an ounce)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this (yeah yeah)

--Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little-- [repeat]

[verse two]
Don't stop get it get it
I'm not the kind to get jiggy with it
I'm the kind to get niggy with it
I'm a show you what it's all about, trick!
Shake yo' ass till your curls fall out, bitch!
Don't pretend you can live without, dick!
Come with me ain't no doubt that i'm, rich!
Whatchoo goan do in the early 'morn
When the lights come on, and your drink is gone
Do you think you grown
Think we convone (?)
It's a party at my house i got drinks at home
Get to undressin', pull out the lethal weapon
Look you in the eye and i aks you one question

Baby baby can you bouce to this (bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (what choo smokin' on?)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this

--Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little-- [repeat]

[Jay-Z sample]
---"Bounce, bitch, bounce wit me wit me...can ya"---[repeat]

[verse three]
Who that nigga that be in the club every week
Who that cheep mutherfucker won't buy you a drink
Who that bitch dressed like a freak but she won't speak
Who that hoe think she is, like her shit don't stink
Who that player on the floor, sweatin' in all silk
Who that girl showin' tits, like she got milk
Who that hater in the corner, always on tilt
Who that fool in the parking lot about to get killed (yeah)

Baby baby can you bouce to this (can you bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (blaze one)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this
(if you down with this)
Baby baby can you bouce to this (huh)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (dogg best C.G.(?)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this

--Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little-- [repeat]

yeah, Ice Cube (bounce it, bounce it...)

[Jay-Z sample]
---"Bounce, bitch, bounce wit me wit me...can ya"---[repeat]

 

[fox69]

"Cash Over"

"Cash Over"


[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 scrill' all the time, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every-mother-fuckin thang
Tellin this bitch all 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
Talkin on the phone got the Federal 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 Bossalini? Punk
Mack God Rap Genie, you can't see me
Up in this game ever since you was a lame
Y'all train at my school, nigga I rule
You never make me holla, smokin on a fifteen dollar
from across the water, watch your daughter
She might catch the Holy Ghost from this rap sermon
While you vermin smokin Sherman, I'm rollin somethin German, bitch
Money earnin makin mo' money (ching ching)
Enemies look so funny, with they clothes 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 let the players play.. (the hustlers)
(We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us!)
We puttin cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers)
(We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us!)

[Ice Cube]
Now who's that nigga got these bitches lookin silly? Me!
I'm the Big Willie for rilly, the real dilly
You can ask Phillie cause I got a year's supply (Yup!)
You must want to die, don't get the lye
after dark up at Griffith Park, shallow 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 jiggles or switches, fuck and take pictures, now
I'm livin in a two-point zone, and I'm still bumpin
Call me in the clutch, ain't lost my touch
Nigga what? on the microphone
If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it home
Tight as a Corleone
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 handlin your bizness
Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes
I'm suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin fuck over finance
'Specially fuckin up my plans
I'm the boss, I can be late
but you'll never see her and me, over currency
Givin you the third degree, cause you got
too many broke bitches and you like 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 like 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' love you if you ain't got no dough fool
(Bitch fuckin with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin?)
Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y'all (Never ass over cash nigga)
Scrilla scrilla y'all (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

 

[fox69]

"Cave Bitch"

"Cave Bitch"


[Intro: Dr. Khalid Muhammed]

Give me a black goddess sister I can't resist her. No stringy haired, blonde
hair, blue eyed, pale skinned buttermilk complexion. Grafted, recessive,
depressive, ironing board backside straight up and straight down. No
frills, no thrills, Miss six o'clock, subject to have the itch, mutanoid,
caucazoid, white cave bitch...

[Verse One: Ice Cube]

Ease back white bitch, I don't play that
Just because I got on my L.A. hat
Stalkin' walking in my big black boots
Is my jingle, now you want Mandingo
Big, black and handsome
I should hold your devil ass for ransome
Sorta like Patty Herst, but I'll burst first bitch
And you know what's worse
I'm coming from the land where the choppers roam
So phuck you bitch and your Coppertone
Stringy hair - no derrier - frontin' and fakin' with your silicone pair
Do I wanna phuck? Not hardly
That's kinda like Barbie phuckin' Bob Marley
It ain't gonna happen, I keep rappin'
Muthaphuck Teniell, but see I'm the Captain of this ship
And I'm true to the game
Ya all look the same
Standin' by my backstage door, hopin' that'll switch
Spread out you little cave bitch

[Verse Two: Ice Cube]

Why everytime we get famous
You wanna play us like Andy and Amos?
The devil sent you to try and tame us
But you can't tame me, with no bitch named Amy
Lookin' for the dark meat
But ho, I ain't tryin' to go out like Barkely
Cuz everytime I turn on the TV
I see several brothers with she-devils
Smilin' cuz you out on a date
But sooner or later, the bitch'll yell rape
Soon as daddy found out you a jigaboo
He'll kill like he did Emmitt Till
Yah, he tried to kick bass
But the bitch probably threw it in his face
Sargent Bale ain't nothin' but a trick
Nasty as hell, stanky little cave bitch

[Verse Three:]

Now don't think that I hate you
Cuz I won't date you, bitch I gotta stay true
You can be a fan, but don't expand
And try to get my dick in your hand
You better run to the minute man
Pale as snow, so act like y'know
Cuz if I slap it, flip it, and rub it like that
Yeah, it gotta be black
Plus yo ass too flat
I need a butt big enough that can clap
Rat-a-tat-tat
You can't get mine ho
I'd rather phuck an albino
Atleast I know, she's comin' from the Nubian
And not the Ku Klux Klan that you be in
And I don't give a fuck if your family is rich
You're still a little cave bitch