Ice Cube - Cash Over Ass Lyrics
Mack 10] Whassup Cube dog? I got this ***** ass nigga right here Y'know *****in with this tramp ass ***** Puttin her before the scrill' all the time yaknowhatI'msayin? Man I got this nigga transcripts and every mother *****in thang Tellin this ***** all my mother *****in business Puttin ass over cash everyday Nigga ***** that this Westside [Ice Cube] Be gone you *****in peon got the Don furious Talkin on the phone got the Federal curious I'm serious! I don't give a ***** where he is Snatch him out the factory, bring his ass back to me How the ***** you think I got the NAME Bossalini? Punk Mack God Rap Genie, you can't see me Up in this game ever since you was a lame Y'all train at my school, nigga I rule You never make me holla, smokin on a fifteen dollar from across the water, watch your daughter She might catch the Holy Ghost from this rap sermon While you vermin smokin Sherman, I'm rollin somethin German, ***** Money earnin makin mo' money (ching ching) Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy Don't need no honey, that's right Cause I'm thinkin with my big head, ***** what my dick said! Chorus: Ice Cube We puttin cash over ass, each and every day Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers) (We some money makin mother*****ers.. I know that you love us!) We puttin cash over ass, each and every day Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers) (We some money makin mother*****ers.. I know that you love us!) [Ice Cube] Now who's that nigga got these *****es lookin silly? Me! I'm the Big Willie for rilly, the real dilly You can ask Phillie cause I got a year's supply (Yup!) You must want to die, don't get the lye after dark up at Griffith Park, shallow grave for the mark check his heart, the game about to start Big thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic) Keep your mind off them *****es, eyes on your riches If it twitches give it stitches If it jiggles or switches, ***** and take pictures, now I'm livin in a two-point zone, and I'm still bumpin Call me in the clutch, ain't lost my touch Nigga what? on the microphone If I drove it in the video, *****, I can drive it home Tight as a Corleone You got to get your own, baby get on, now Chorus [Ice Cube] Get your ass up and go to work, cause you know on payday, nigga that shit gon' hurt *****in with a skirt instead of handlin your bizness Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes I'm suspicious, of any mother*****er puttin ***** over finance 'Specially *****in up my plans I'm the boss, I can be late but you'll never see her and me, over currency Givin you the third degree, cause you got too many broke *****es and you like bankin for a penny Stop *****in on them dum-dums Find one with some ass and some income Who wanna win? Who wanna spin? Who wanna make, twenty-five eight? Me Ice Cube the great.. pushin rhymes like weight Chorus 2X Never put that hoe, in front of that dough nigga For what? (Never... ***** a ***** nigga) For what? She ain't gon' love you if you ain't got no dough fool (***** *****in with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin?) Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y'all (Never ass over cash nigga) Scrilla scrilla y'all (We greedy) Cha-ching! (She can get some CD's, push some keys) Cha-ching! (Ha ha ha, make the *****es shake they tit-ties) Cha-ching, cha-ching! (Over my knee) Cha-ching, cha-ching! (Never ass over cash) Never ass over cash
