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Ice Cube( O'Shea Jackson Sr. )
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Cash Over Ass
Lyricist:Ryan Garner, Lionel, Jr. Hunt, O'shea Jackson
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, ya knowhatI'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
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
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)
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 (Tight) You got to get your own, baby get on, now
We puttin' cash over ass, each and every motherfuckin' day Go on let the players play Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com (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)
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
We puttin' cash over ass, each and every goddamn day Go on let the players play (The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers) (I know that you love us) (Fuck)
We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day Go ahead 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, 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)
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 titties) Cha ching, cha ching (Over my knee) Cha-ching, cha-ching (Never ass over cash) Never ass over cash
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