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Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted Instrumental Album
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Leadgesang
Flavor Flav
Flavor Flav
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
John Marascalco
John Marascalco
Songwriter:in
Leo Price
Leo Price
Songwriter:in
Anthony D. Wheaton
Anthony D. Wheaton
Songwriter:in
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Produzent:in
Sir Jinx
Sir Jinx
Produzent:in
The Bomb Squad
The Bomb Squad
Co-Produzent:in
Chris Champion
Chris Champion
Ingenieurassistent:in
Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw
Ingenieur:in
Dan Wood
Dan Wood
Ingenieur:in
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Nick Sansano
Nick Sansano
Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

Hey yo Cube, man (yo, man, what's up) Hey yo Cube, check this out Yo, motherfuckers be on the dick and shit, right? (Yo, yo) Check this out, you know what I tell 'em, man? (Kick that shit) Well, two peas in a bucket, mother-motherfuck it You either Flavor Flav it or you Chuck Chuck Chuck it Kiss my ass and suck the D-I-C-K K stands for kill so don't fuck with me I fucked that lady in the bed I missed that pussy and the butt was spread I tried it again in a thumping wagon The bottom fell out and her ass started dragging Tried it again in a field of grass I missed that pussy and I bust my ass Then I fucked this lady in the tree The baby came out and said, "Run-DMC" Yeah, and you don't stop Flavor Flav in the house, and you don't stop Ice Cube's in the house, and you don't stop Hey, my sugar Hey, yo, rock that shit G Hey, yo, rock that shit G I knew this girl who look just like you Light brown and a fly hairdo I want to do her, screw her So I stepped to her on key Bitch had more ass than a donkey I said, "You're the type of girl that I can't pass over Give me one chance, and I'll bend your ass over Just call me the plumber at the end of the night 'Cause a nigga like me'll lay plenty of pipe" She didn't get offended it was splendid to me 'Cause mister nice guy is what I pretended to be I guess I'll just wine her and dine her And by the end of the night I'll be behind her Waxing that ass like Raindance On the bumper get the pussy then I dump her Took her to the Comfort Inn, tucked her in Pulled out the third leg pumped it in She said, "Will you call me?" Yeah, I'll call you a bitch or a ho after I ball you Naw I'm just playin', but it's still the same 'Cause a nigga like Ice Cube is only out for one thang Yeah, what you out for? Yo, I'm only out for one thang You out for what, man? Yo, I'm out for the pussy, the money, and the mic, and I'm straight What are we ou-, wh-what are we out for? I pledge allegiance to the uh, to the fuckin' All of that shit, know what I'm saying? Five thousand Five thousand, G We out Yo, we out of here, five thousand Yo, this is for my boy Ice Cube, you know what I'm saying Yo, check this out
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Anthony D. Wheaton, John S. Marascalco, Leo Price Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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