[Ice Cube]
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Security, yall might as well throw me out a this bitch right now
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Get ignit, ge.. ge.. get ignit
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Look, my garage is not a mirage
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I got a car collage for my entourage
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We like Dolomite when we stop at the light
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Cause the rims keep spinnin?and the bitches keep grinnin?
And these niggas keep winnin? and they must be sinnin?
Cause all they do is party with a whole lota women now,
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My Grand-mamma even call me a dummy
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An ignit little bastard how I'm spendin?my money I tell her,
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That's why your not as fly as your grandson,
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Handsome with a pocket full of ransom,
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It ain't trickin?if you got, pull it out'cha pocket,
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Baby drop it like a hydraulic
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Shake it like your super-sonic
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Make me psychotic when that booty look bionic
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So if you see the crowd movin?
Nigga don't be scared it's just us payers, come on
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[chorus:]
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[Ice Cube]
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Just like you figured, I'm whippin?niggas,
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And we all witit, get ignit
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To all the booty shakers, to all the money makers,
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Fuck the undertakers, get ignit
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Shake it all about,turn the party out,
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Pour Bacardi out, get ignit
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If you full grown, and you tryin?to bone,
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Fuck goin?home, get ignit
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[Mack 10]
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I keeps it way mean for the green, more muscle than a hawk,
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And whether it's soft or hard I sells it all in bulk,
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And it ain't no secret, we puts it all down in front of ya,
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With a D cartel from Cali to Columbia,
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And I'm so hood with it, man it's hard to explain,
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Accuse anybody my OG's is to blame,
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And I'm so cold wit it it's like ice in my veins,
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Knee deep it the game, I'll put a price on your brains,
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See me, I can double up twice with dem thangs,
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Put it on a plane, with it strapped tight to the frame fuck it,
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Even move ‘em on a bus or the train
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Mack dime the dopeman pushin?dust and the caine
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When I bust through green yard, when I'm back I'm fat
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Got that rubber band cabbage, ten thousand a stack,
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I know them folks on me homie, got me under attack,
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I'm still pullin?on a cuban with a big cup of gnac come on
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[CHORUS]
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[WC]
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Yeah,
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Off the richter, gettin?ignit,
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Who the nigga drinkin?dark liquor, hittin?up the neighborhood watch members,
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Zoned out, with the Kandy Brougham out,
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Rag on my mirror, with the brains blown out,
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Dub Cizzle, I'm in these streets, not industry,
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And there ain't no remedy, for these penitentiary tendencies,
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Bang loose with the strap cocked heat,
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Some figurin?niggas still bailin?through the swap meet,
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Janky, I'm full of that Hanky, in the six double zero,
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Smokin?weed eatin?chili cheese fritos
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Fuck with Dub nigga I'll knock your french braids out,
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Get it understood, I bang the hood,
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No falsehood, it's all good
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All mine I keep it all hood,
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Gettin?it, pussy I'm hittin?it,
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Drinkin?till I'm belligerent,
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Turn this up and watch Dub get ignit nigga
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[Chorus: x2]
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[WC]
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Get it understood, I bang the hood,
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No falsehood, it's all good
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All mine I keep it all hood
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Get it understood, I bang the hood,
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No falsehood, it's all good
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All mine I keep it all hood
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Get Ignit
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