Ice Cube, The Game, WC - Get Use to It lyrics
Ice Cube [O'Shea Jackson Sr.] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ice Cube, The Game, WC - Get Use to It lyrics]
If you try to get with me
Pull a four and a fifty
Fuck your monkey ass up
Like Bobby did Whitney
Trigger fingers get itchy
When niggas get bitchy
And they need they story told
On Jerry or Ricki
Pull your green in your iffy
I'm clean and I'm spiffy
If they lock me up today I'll
Be back in a jiffy
All my niggas that's with me
All my bitches are picky
To ride around us right on time
Bitch you know it's tricky
Take a hit of the sticky, everybody get tipsy
When we hittin' that whiskey
All my niggas get pissy
Don't fuck with no sissy
All we bumpin' is missy
If you know where I am
Motherfucker come get me
I'm a man not a Mickey
All my niggas love hickies
That don't go away 'til you're
Well in your sixties
All I'm wearin' is Dickies
Don't try to evict me
When we come to Atlanta
We gon' re-open Nikki's
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
Barracuda with it, call security
Fuck the dress code
I'm in a white T with jewelry
Hand to my side with my nine, sat lyin' back
In the club with your baby mama in my lap
Lookin' fly like I got a
Pocket full of stones
Pro fitted on, wearin' chronic cologne
Big watch, big rocks, grip Glocks, dick guap
What you niggas thought
Motherfucker this is Lench Mob
Dub make the trigger knock, talk shit
I'll put additional air condition holes
In your Bentley top
And shorty got 'em gettin' low
I rich rolls
Swervin' on them MVP's
I call 'em Kobe's cause they 24's
Still spittin' out sunflowers
Dub and Don Dadda
Bustin' more gun powder than gun towers
Down South, y'all can Screw
It, it's the West
Too truest
Keep the party jumpin' like do it
Fluid and never lose it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
Who my gangsta rap teacher?
(Ice Cube) Nigga you better know it
It's the Don Dadda Jr
Slash motherfuckin' poet
Sit back and take notes while
I spin like hundred spokes
My flow is razor sharp
I'm comin' straight for your throat
With that West Coast, gangbang
Watch him when his chain hang
East Coast, Down South
Niggas do the same thang
Throw up your dubs like Wu Tang, who bang
Harder than that nigga bailin' through
Your hood with two chains
Swangin' like his nuts
Cause he don't give a fuck
Bout no nigga that ain't bangin' in
No khakis or some Chuck's
It's that Westside
Connect'd with that nigga who
Flow so wreckless
He spent a hundred thousand on his necklace
I'll bet this
Motherfuckin' Coast ain't got shit after me
Ain't have shit before Cube except a WC
The Maad Circle is back
With mad purple in fact
I'm bout to join the Lench Mob
That's me squirtin' the mac
Motherfuckers
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
Pull a four and a fifty
Fuck your monkey ass up
Like Bobby did Whitney
Trigger fingers get itchy
When niggas get bitchy
And they need they story told
On Jerry or Ricki
Pull your green in your iffy
I'm clean and I'm spiffy
If they lock me up today I'll
Be back in a jiffy
All my niggas that's with me
All my bitches are picky
To ride around us right on time
Bitch you know it's tricky
Take a hit of the sticky, everybody get tipsy
When we hittin' that whiskey
All my niggas get pissy
Don't fuck with no sissy
All we bumpin' is missy
If you know where I am
Motherfucker come get me
I'm a man not a Mickey
All my niggas love hickies
That don't go away 'til you're
Well in your sixties
All I'm wearin' is Dickies
Don't try to evict me
When we come to Atlanta
We gon' re-open Nikki's
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
Barracuda with it, call security
Fuck the dress code
I'm in a white T with jewelry
Hand to my side with my nine, sat lyin' back
In the club with your baby mama in my lap
Lookin' fly like I got a
Pocket full of stones
Pro fitted on, wearin' chronic cologne
Big watch, big rocks, grip Glocks, dick guap
What you niggas thought
Motherfucker this is Lench Mob
Dub make the trigger knock, talk shit
I'll put additional air condition holes
In your Bentley top
And shorty got 'em gettin' low
I rich rolls
Swervin' on them MVP's
I call 'em Kobe's cause they 24's
Still spittin' out sunflowers
Dub and Don Dadda
Bustin' more gun powder than gun towers
Down South, y'all can Screw
It, it's the West
Too truest
Keep the party jumpin' like do it
Fluid and never lose it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
Who my gangsta rap teacher?
(Ice Cube) Nigga you better know it
It's the Don Dadda Jr
Slash motherfuckin' poet
Sit back and take notes while
I spin like hundred spokes
My flow is razor sharp
I'm comin' straight for your throat
With that West Coast, gangbang
Watch him when his chain hang
East Coast, Down South
Niggas do the same thang
Throw up your dubs like Wu Tang, who bang
Harder than that nigga bailin' through
Your hood with two chains
Swangin' like his nuts
Cause he don't give a fuck
Bout no nigga that ain't bangin' in
No khakis or some Chuck's
It's that Westside
Connect'd with that nigga who
Flow so wreckless
He spent a hundred thousand on his necklace
I'll bet this
Motherfuckin' Coast ain't got shit after me
Ain't have shit before Cube except a WC
The Maad Circle is back
With mad purple in fact
I'm bout to join the Lench Mob
That's me squirtin' the mac
Motherfuckers
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it
And y'all better get use to it