Ice Cube

Ice Cube - X Bitches

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Damn  what you doing over here? Whassup?
 Yeah I was thinking about you the other day
 And I was thinking I should have never fucked wit' your ass
 I should have left you right where I founnd you
 My bed (echo)

 [Verse 1]
 When I was with you all you ever do was bitch
 Talk shit  but you could suck dick
 So I didn't sweat all the fussin' and cussin'
 On New Year's Eve  the night I was bussin'(wow)
 I would stress and strain to mantain
 And didn't need to hear your motherfucking ass complain
 About niggaz in the house (mm), feet on the couch
 Talkin' all loud (yeah), blunt in my mouth (yeah)
 Bitch I got fifty cents on this genesis
 Talkin' 'bout niggaz got to vacate the premises
 (She's dead) Homie histor
 An' outa nowhere your ass got hard
 Poured out the pub, then you got drugged
 We at it again, I tried to count to ten
 There's no end to your naggin'
 You can't treat me like I'm faggin', hoe
 You see I'm saggin' (no)
 Why I gotta act like a motherfucking asshole (why)
 To be king of my motherfucking castle
 You'll never be the missus (never)
 Breakin' all my dishes
 And fuck all my X-bitches

 [Chorus 1]
 Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
 The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours
 (repeat)

 [Verse 2]
 On an' off, off an' on, bitch I'm grown
 So stop playing on my phone (stop)
 It was a time we used to bump and grind
 And find heaven (ahh)
 Without a motherfucking reverend
 Managoua twages and bomb-ass massages
 And dreams of three-car garages
 You say I'm cheating when I'm up at the studio
 Come to find out you the hoe, oh
 And you was way out
 Talkin' 'bout rap, was gonna play ya
 And I was wasting my time writing rhyme (hahaha)
 You made yourself loud and clear
 You wanted me to choose between you and my career (bitch)
 Started fucking with this baller named Chris
 Couldn't resist the Rolex on his wrist
 I kept on writing my raps with profanity
 Now I'm on tour fucking bitches like Fanady
 You tried to diss this, now you missed this
 And the first and fifteenth is like Christmas
 Send me naked pictures but give it a rest
 With Mrs Ice Cube tatood on your breast
 Now you at the back door of my show
 Dressed like a hoe, axin' could you blow (no),
 Hell no but it's still delicious
 Went from rags to riches
 And fuck all my X-bitches

 [Chorus 2]
 Fuck you, fuck you, especially you
 The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours
 (repeat)

 Now I hear you sayin' "Yeah I used to fuck 'em"
 Not lettin' 'em know I was a young buck then
 Niggaz axin' me "Man, did you love her?"
 Loved her stupid ass enough to fuck her with a rubber (bitch)
 Now I hear, I'm your big brother (who?)
 Second cousin, friend
 Bitch since when?
 Incest ain't the way I swing (nah)
 Never bought your ass a goddamn thing
 That I had to pay for
 I was hateful
 Ungrateful (uh) and never faithful
 Fuckin' everything that I could get my paws on
 Walkin' through hell with gasoline draws on
 Now I'm on the mic, music is my life
 Kids and a wife, heard you was a dite (damn)
 It's your thing if you like the switches
 But it's my world and fuck all my X-bitches

 (Chorus 1)
 (Chorus 2)

 [Ice Cube talking]
 Never go down the same road twice
 Advice from the big homie Ice Cube
 Hmm, girl you better get away from here
 I don't want that shit no more
 Na,na ahem, and don't be callin' at my mama' house neither
 I'm through wit' you. I'm through wit' you
 I done got smarter. I done got smarter
 I ain't fuckin' wit' your daughter
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Copyrights:

Author: Ice Cube

Composer: Joseph "Jo Jo" Hearne, Joseph Johnson (2)

Publisher: Best Side LLC

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

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