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Ice Cube
Ice Cube
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O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
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Shon Adams
Shon Adams
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E-A-Ski
E-A-Ski
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Where the love go? It's a struggle Is this happiness? Nigga, fuck no But I'm slappin' this in your mouth, though With a heave-hoe, you a deep throat West Coast, bitch, it's the dosage I can't overdose on no ho shit I minister this pimp shit I've been a minister since an infant I was Kendrick before Kendrick Rock & Roll Hall of Famer, like Jimi Hendrix So you can vomit on that bullshit, or you can choke On your own spit when your boy's in the pulpit Try to rob my church, I'ma rob you first I'ma do the funeral and drive your hearse I'ma hug your mama 'for I steal her purse I'ma hunt your bitch 'cause I'm the curse Check my verse, in reverse He's spazzin' out, go get the nurse She passin' out from vast amounts Of ass-to-mouth, I'm cashin' out, bitch They know, it's my ego All you hoes (all you hoes) You know (you know how it go) It's my ego (yeah) This is cuzz, and happiness So tell Al Green to pass the grits I bag a bitch, I got a bag of tricks Looks like you got hit with a bag of dicks This right here is the master mix Of Bloods and Crips, so don't resist I'll smack your ass, like Will did Chris Give a demonstration in front of the nation (Smack) I ain't playin' If I had to leave your motherfuckin' ass right when you land (Smack) leave me alone You might live longer if you mind your own Watch your tone, I'm too damn grown for this shit Sticks and stones? Well, I'ma pick the stick And crack your ass, you need a maxi pad To stop that blood comin' out the gash, punk They know, it's my ego All you hoes (all you hoes) You know (you know how it go) It's my ego (yeah) Everybody say, "Drop the attitude" But y'all shouldn't worry about what Daddy do Y'all should worry about what kids do I'm a cold motherfucker, get out my igloo The CEO with a E-G-O Can pick any flow, eenie, meenie, miney, mo And body you bitches, make y'all religious I'm here to fight reptiles and lizards Motherfucker, it's the grand wizard I take they shit, wipe my ass, then I flip it I break they shit, like when your cousins come visit And then I tell 'em, "Fuck your analytics" I don't pivot, I give it to you vivid If you's a bigot, you probably won't dig it If you's a ho, you'll probably get triggered Like one of these internet bitches They know, it's my ego All you hoes (all you hoes) You know (you know how it go) It's my ego (yeah) It's my ego All you hoes (all you hoes) You know (you know how it go) It's my ego (yeah)
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Shon Adams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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