Timbaland, Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC - Nobody lyrics
Ice Cube [O'Shea Jackson Sr.] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Timbaland, Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC - Nobody lyrics]
I told y'all I told y'all
Y'all didn't see me coming this way did ya
Timbaland, Mack 10, Dub-C, Ice Cube
Let me tell y'll something
Hey (hey) , who got more money than us
Who got them thangs, to make the chicks blush
Nobody (nobody) , nobody (nobody) , nobody (nobody)
Hey (hey) , who got more women than us
Who got them cars, at how much
Nobody (nobody) , nobody (nobody) you better ask somebody
I went from taking what I want
To cash advancing
And from small time hustling
To Bentleys and mansions
And ain't a nigga that I know
That want it all like me
And ain't a nigga on my coast
That can ball like me
I move the crowd
And give these busters visuals
Ain't gotta hear about what I got
See it in the physical
I be that genuine authentic
And you's a decoy
And I keep shit rolling, like a 80's d-boy
I put a rumor to rest, like bed time
Mack done did more balling
Than a nigga with fed time
So go ask them bitches over there
What the deal is
And go ask them niggas over there
Who the real is
And watch the expression
When they conversating
And if Mack name done come out they mouth
Well then they hating
Cause I rock the show
Till the crowd stand up
Now bring the hook in Tim
Make em throw they hands up like
I'm coming through, with a gang of bitches
Tell them hoes
That you ain't gotta lie to kick it
I'm in a Rolls, with my nigga Mr dub-C
Could give a fuck, if you punk niggas love me
That's how a thug be, ball like rugby
From this industry, bring on the misery
No sympathy, nigga insult to injury
Now who can fuck this Westside chemistry
(nobody nobody)
You motherfuckers, can't do it like us
Motherfuckers, ain't been through it like us
It's the brainiac, maniac and the shadiac
While you trick niggas
Trying to bring the 80's back
Where the ladies at, we can just fuck with em
Drop em off
While you suckers get stuck with em
It's the phantom of the dark, nigga smart
Westside Connection, corrupt like Rampart
Aw-di dum, aw-di dum
No matter the weather they claim
I'm fading all the dumb
Ready to get em hit em-hit em, waving my dubs
Barking G walking, slipping through the club
For my Crips and dogs, and dogs and Crips
And fools with big bodies
That cut dogs with uri-cips
Stolen chain wearers
Quick to bury a bird carriers
Coming from the number one crew, in the area
Back grinding riding
Pushing design and all rides
For the Mack to the 1 to the 0
Time nigga the ghetto Heisman
Oh my god he's back, turn it up turn it up
Where my riders at, all huddle up huddle up
Dub-C, I spit lethal
And over from the rap group
As big as the Beatles
Haters Thank you