Ian Brown

Ian Brown - Ice Cold Cube Lyrics lyrics

(rappin’ 4-tay)

You see you never talk down on a player

I spray a to break to your knees

You best to say a prayer

Cause funk been a part of my life ever since the starting gate

Remember me and my nigga $hort dog way back in ’88

Broke them bitches down with some sexual healing

And man the town ain’t been the same and don’t fight the feeling

But now you new boy

Started off in this game on a accident

Copied another nigga’s style

Punk don’t let this rap shit get you broke off

Cause see it’s potent like that ain’t right

Find a maiden name for yourself but don’t believe the hype

Fool who you think I was the dope of your producer

If it wasn’t for them dogs and them hogs you wouldn’t have a future

Now let me add that I could never be scarier

Rappin’ fo’ wanna raise off in that bay area

Stickin’ to dat ass like a hot bowl of grits

Hits on top of hits who you think started this shit

Chorus:

Never talk down on a playa

Unless you ready to be straight layed where there’s a hater

Save a bitch in a minute for a nut

Its the funk when this dog got you fiendin’ on this funk, nigga (x2)

(short dog)

It’s going down right now

California mackin at it’s best

Somethin’ for my niggas on the grind from the west

Cali is my home but it’s just like yours

Niggas love to get money while dey fuck dey whores

Hit all the parties and do the same old shit

Bitches gettin’ broke cuz the game don’t quit

I had a flash back it was the oakland raiders at the colliseum we ain’t

Nuttin’ but playas

Diamonds glistenin’ hoes whistlin’

Bitches know my name cuz it’s a natural thing

I had to bend da corna

Really didnt bone her

Punk yooz a gona

Heard you was on a

Stick up mission triple beam in da kitchen

Never shot nobody but I’m damn sho’ itchin’ to blast you

Cuz in your dream you shot me then you woke up and found out you can’t stop me

Chorus (x2)

Rappin 4’:

If buckin’ ’em up fuckin’ da mic be a crime

Best believe da police got a apb out on mine

Because I gots mo’ disguises than that fool inspecta gadget

I’m not a witch but crystal ball let me have it, ahh

I seen playa hatin’ way back from da gate

Now everybody wanna be a p-l-a-y-a

While life to you self play da role wasn’t a simp

Knowin’ damn well your girl brought shorty da pimp

Becuz they smile in ya face

And all da while dem motha fuckas wanna take ya place

Short dog:

That’s right funky from da old school

Been doin’ shows been comin’ tight in studios

Songs on da radio interviews and laughs

Up at da mall signin’ autographs

And ain’t nuttin’ gonna change in ’96

Cuz this pimp gotta mack all the finest bitches

And get paid from da game so they never talk down on a playas name

Chorus (x2)

(rappin 4’)

Beeitch

Mc breed:

4-tay, short dog, and breed like dis check me out

Memba dat runnin’ back

Sayin’ breedas hatin’ you

Takin’ you to anotha level nigga makin’ you

We got plenty of hoes in da back screamin’ okay

Who you fuckin’ round wit, 4-tay

Ice like t out to get payed

Short dog bringin’ hoes to da pimpery

I faded off this ? ? ? ? ?

Niggas wanna play me but plenty of bitches pay me

Over all I balls more and none test

I keep a gun and I put two off in a nigga’s chest

And see coincide within the same heartbeat

That’s right I give a motha fucka five feet

Furtha imformation, I get inta meditation

I outta have yo ass shakin’

I conclude my calculation is

Chorus (x2)

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