up Uh, yeah I hear a beat like this and think about growin' up House parties with gangbangers showin' up Represent your hood, everybody throw it up They say, Cube
Vertaling: Ice Cube. Growin 'Up.
I learned about death from an A.K. But they'll never quite understand Bam, bam, bam, no gat is the walkman Boom, bash, yeah, yo, it's goin' down Me and Ice Cube
, excuse me, yes, they do but they don't look that much like me Or you but if you pull up the sheets and expose them They'll crawl up like snakes and
Ricky D/Slick Rick [ INTRO: Ice-T ] Yo yo, in the place to be My name is MC Ice-T I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me We about to tear stuff up, y'all
Cadillacs, but as sharp as a thumb tack. Ia??m so Young Money, get like Twist dude. I can be a school boy and a a??Ga?? like Ice Cube. Like watching
To calm my nerve I need the herb GNC don't carry [Verse 5: Ice Cube] Who the fuck is that? It's Ice Cube motherfucka He's a maniac, no I'ma fool motherfucka
fuck so many haters ???? Bitch you need to grow up You already know what side I throw up (Westside bitch!) Given our game back to weak niggas to help them niggas blow up
Now is the time Come on y'all Stand tall, live your life to the limit 'Cause haterism seem like a fuckin' epidemic And look at Ice Cube, I ain't no gimmick
thangs put on ya son Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1 All the ol' school house fellows are crooks So I get jealous looks They keep thinkin' did my hair grow
, now one can feel the tempo, One empty bottle and one written-verse memento. All in all, Still sorta like a good day, One ice cube for this growing pain
well respected Of course with the help of the gang that's Ruthless Peace to the homies as I do what I mean and MC Ren is in the house, Ice Cube is definitely
me down I never skipped town, I stood my ground We kept showin up ,drinkin' and throwin' up Rap was my life as I was growin' up Actin' a fool in school, no one topped up
, I can't speak, I'm messin' up in school Just to hear your name, girl, it's makes me drool As you sing, "Full Settle" on the college choir My temperature level grows
there in a minute Pepsi blue, I'm the ice cube riding in it Lightly tinted, I be ghost Blwoing smoke, calling them bitches up Dick em down when I pick em up
Chorus: ice cube and noreaga [noreaga: 'what what' in background continuously] Cube: I push rhymes like weight I push rhymes like weight a yeah-yeah! *repeat 3x* [ice cube
grab the mic tight strike like a rattle Bring the rhymes and nines to the motherfuckin' battle So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up All brakes
talkin to (we comin) lyin on records bout what you do (we comin) the shit y'all doin is played out and through (we comin) you come with that shit we come after you [ice cube
