Ice Cube

Ice Cube - Greed songtekst

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I ain't fuckin with it
 This cake has got to be all icing baby
 Now I know I'm taking the biggest piece
 but god damn I'm the biggest fish with the biggest mouth bitch
 You wanna be rich right? (Hell yeah)
 Well stick with me  do as I does  and be as I be
 We be stackin chips  packin clips  mackin chicks
 Laugh at tits  slappin dick  in yo' bitch (bitch!)
 Makin hoes, take these clothes, from these sto's
 Walkin slow, there go the po', now here we go
 Parking lot to the spot, Marriott
 Cause what I got to make a knot, is very hot
 Who's at the do', go and check, I got the Tec
 Tell him that you soakin wet, until he jet
 Now lift up your fuckin dress, where's the rest
 Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts
 Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts
 Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch
 You can jerk niggaz but you can't jerk me
 Hoe I only tell you once that this dick ain't free
 I'm talkin greed
 *Chorus*
 Greed, give me everything that I need
 How you gon' deal with the niggaz that I feed
 (repeat 2X)
 We smokin weed, you and me
 Lookin for that currency
 (repeat 2X)
 Now bitch niggaz don't mean shit, from where I sit
 Magnificent blow your back out, if you act out
 Eighteen deep when the plane soar
 The bitch threw her tits asked my click who we pay for
 Penetrate the clouds, loud, and obnoxious
 Surround the airport with feds and helicopters
 Escorted, detained and deported
 Scared of the ly-rics, and when they bitches hear us
 We the clear-est, you can fear us
 Smile on the day of your dissapear-ance, smoke in mirr-ors
 Break em all, pull over and jump out
 Cause I can take em all, all bustas shake em all
 I'm at the mall, buyin shit, like hot dog on a stick
 These bitches all on the dick
 Ice Cube ain't a lick (nope) make me bleed
 And now you got to deal with the niggaz that I feed, greed
 Uhh uhh uhh *pigs squeal*
 (Give me more, give me more) Greed, Greed
 When you get your hands on it, wanna fawn it
 Wanna dance on it, everybody want it
 (repeat 2X)
 You punks is petty, still we steady, countin fetti
 I'm the one closin escrow, with the best flow
 (Do you wear a vest?) No
 Niggaz hit me I'ma turn into The Crow *caw caw* and take a shit
 on everything counterfeit, the Don Mega
 Blade Runner, in a beige Hummer all summer
 It'd take about twelve honkeys, to convict
 the nigga makin you sick, ask the 12 Monkeys
 Up in Detroit holdin weed court, all through the South
 Picked up a ounce in Shreveport
 My lead give head tunnels (boom!)
 to any motherfucker disgruntled exit wound, look like a funnel
 Worldwide, international jet set
 My niggaz love fuckin bitches that they just met
 Get it wet, and you can do anything
 When I'm in Paris niggaz french-kiss the pinky ring
 *Chorus*
 Yeah, Ice Cube, trillionaire
 I own a mansion and a yacht, haha
 We do it like it should be does
 Yeah, Westside niggaz is very greedy, uhh
 Death Row is very greedy
 Sic-Wid-It records is very greedy
 Dangerous Music greedy greedy greedy
 Ruthless Records greedy, Suave House, greedy
 SoSoDef, greedy
 Rap-A-Lot greedy as fuck
 No Limit, hah, hella greedy, uhh
 Def Jam greedy, we all know Priority greedy as a motherfucker, hahaha
 Hey I got twenties on my Benz you still fuckin with a gem
 What can you tell me, nigga?
 *pigs squeal
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Copyrights:

Auteur: O'Shea Jackson, Stephen Anderson, Ice Cube

Componist: Bud'da

Publisher: Priority Records LLC

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

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