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[Ice Cube Talking]
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Damn what you doing over here? Whassup?
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Yeah I was thinking about you the other day
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And I was thinking I should have never fucked wit' your ass
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I should have left you right where I founnd you
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My bed (echo)
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[Verse 1]
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When I was with you all you ever do was bitch
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Talk shit but you could suck dick
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So I didn't sweat all the fussin' and cussin'
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On New Year's Eve the night I was bussin'(wow)
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I would stress and strain to mantain
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And didn't need to hear your motherfucking ass complain
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About niggaz in the house (mm), feet on the couch
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Talkin' all loud (yeah), blunt in my mouth (yeah)
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Bitch I got fifty cents on this genesis
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Talkin' 'bout niggaz got to vacate the premises
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(She's dead) Homie histor
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An' outa nowhere your ass got hard
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Poured out the pub, then you got drugged
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We at it again, I tried to count to ten
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There's no end to your naggin'
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You can't treat me like I'm faggin', hoe
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You see I'm saggin' (no)
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Why I gotta act like a motherfucking asshole (why)
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To be king of my motherfucking castle
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You'll never be the missus (never)
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Breakin' all my dishes
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And fuck all my X-bitches
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[Chorus 1]
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Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
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The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours
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(repeat)
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[Verse 2]
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On an' off, off an' on, bitch I'm grown
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So stop playing on my phone (stop)
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It was a time we used to bump and grind
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And find heaven (ahh)
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Without a motherfucking reverend
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Managoua twages and bomb-ass massages
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And dreams of three-car garages
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You say I'm cheating when I'm up at the studio
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Come to find out you the hoe, oh
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And you was way out
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Talkin' 'bout rap, was gonna play ya
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And I was wasting my time writing rhyme (hahaha)
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You made yourself loud and clear
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You wanted me to choose between you and my career (bitch)
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Started fucking with this baller named Chris
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Couldn't resist the Rolex on his wrist
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I kept on writing my raps with profanity
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Now I'm on tour fucking bitches like Fanady
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You tried to diss this, now you missed this
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And the first and fifteenth is like Christmas
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Send me naked pictures but give it a rest
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With Mrs Ice Cube tatood on your breast
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Now you at the back door of my show
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Dressed like a hoe, axin' could you blow (no),
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Hell no but it's still delicious
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Went from rags to riches
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And fuck all my X-bitches
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[Chorus 2]
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Fuck you, fuck you, especially you
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The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours
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(repeat)
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Now I hear you sayin' "Yeah I used to fuck 'em"
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Not lettin' 'em know I was a young buck then
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Niggaz axin' me "Man, did you love her?"
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Loved her stupid ass enough to fuck her with a rubber (bitch)
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Now I hear, I'm your big brother (who?)
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Second cousin, friend
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Bitch since when?
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Incest ain't the way I swing (nah)
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Never bought your ass a goddamn thing
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That I had to pay for
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I was hateful
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Ungrateful (uh) and never faithful
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Fuckin' everything that I could get my paws on
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Walkin' through hell with gasoline draws on
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Now I'm on the mic, music is my life
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Kids and a wife, heard you was a dite (damn)
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It's your thing if you like the switches
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But it's my world and fuck all my X-bitches
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(Chorus 1)
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(Chorus 2)
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[Ice Cube talking]
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Never go down the same road twice
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Advice from the big homie Ice Cube
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Hmm, girl you better get away from here
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I don't want that shit no more
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Na,na ahem, and don't be callin' at my mama' house neither
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I'm through wit' you. I'm through wit' you
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I done got smarter. I done got smarter
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I ain't fuckin' wit' your daughter
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X Bitches
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| Ice Cube |
