Yeah
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Gangsta
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Uh
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[Verse 1 - Ice Cube]
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Tell me all my children
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'Fore I come through, is the hood in the building? (yes)
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You won't believe what I'm dealin
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This West coast shit, oh what a feelin (ah)
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Niggaz think I'm drug dealin
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'Cause I roll by with no motherfuckin ceiling (none)
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Is he worth a hundred million?
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No need to ask Ice Cube how I'm livin (how ya livin loc?)
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I still got the recipe
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South Central LA is the pedigree
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Don't try to tell me what it better be
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I have your ass up in physical therapy
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A outlaw like a Cherokee
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The rap industry tried to bury me
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But if I died on the mic up at Larry B
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I'm so heavy you bitches couldn't carry me
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[Chorus - Ice Cube - 2X]
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Get money, spend money, no money, lookin like a dummy
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(I really don't give a fuck)
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Your money ain't my fuckin money, got a pocket full of money
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(Come on homie throw it up)
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[Verse 2 - Ice Cube]
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I don't accept no disrespect
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Only thing I expect is self check
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Just grin and bare it
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Got an ass whoopin that your ass don't wanna inherit
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Most rappers are parrots
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They say what they told to say, to get a neck full of carrots/karats
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Got your mama embarrassed
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How long 'fore they callin us terrorists? Nigga, I'm serious
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I, keep it gangsta but I keeps a job
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'Cause it's, hard to sleep when you steal and rob
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And ya, got to run here comes the blob
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'Cause, Uncle Sam is like part of the Mob
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Break your self he'll take your wealth
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Don't get it twisted, you a motherfuckin elf
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And Santa Claus will go for self
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All you got is your balls and your health
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[Chorus - 2X]
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[Verse 3 - Ice Cube]
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Niggaz brag about what they got
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But we don't own a skyscraper, now that's paper (now that's paper)
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One generation from slums
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Happy for these little crumbs, you little bums
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We saw you pull up but nigga shut up (shut up)
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You always talkin about a fuckin car or truck
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You always talkin about some fuckin rims or interior
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That kind of shit'll keep our ass inferior
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I'm tryin to eat tomorrow
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Ain't tryin to hear about the little bitty shit you bought
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Saw your little bitty house on "Cribs"
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Where you fuck your wife and feed your kids (uh uh)
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Nigga be quiet, ain't shit private
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Everything for sale, you can buy it
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All this self snitchin, all this self tellin
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Motherfuckers goin back to the watermelon
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[Chorus - 4X]
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Get Money, Spend Money, No Money
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Ice Cube |