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| Ice Cube Miscellaneous $100 Bill, Y'all Thanks to perdedor2k@hotmail.com for these lyrics. From Ice Cube's Greatest Hits. Get numbers, get names Thick dames Headhunters get brains Big thangs Give niggas shitstains The shit, man And don't you forget, man. We be The best of CG Greedy Abduct the PD See me? Nigga, not in 3D. Be me? Hah, it's not easy. I'm breezy And off the Heezy Me and my woman's like George & Wheezy Movin' on up, niggas use to tease me See me on top It makes you queasy. Sick with it Bitch, I'm Bruce Lee Seduce me You're nice and juicy In the parking lot, I gots to get mine Why the fuck we goin' in when there's bitches in line? I spend my time watchin' bitches' behinds Thinkin' bad shit in the back of my mind I bump and grind with nothing less than a dime Making movie money, you still investin' in rhymes. [Chorus] And I'm in this bitch With a hundred dollar bill, y'all About to spend this bitch I'm in this bitch I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all About to spend this bitch I'm in this bitch Who got a hundred dollar bill, y'all? About to spend this bitch I'm in this bitch I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all About to spend this bitch. I'm in here Got all you freaks lookin' When we walk by, pussy start cookin' Rookies start tookin' Get your ass up, V.I.P. section's gettin' tooken Might dance, might not might spend enough Cool as hell, but still pipin' hot Soon as I find a spot All my people gather 'round The nigga with the shiny watch--me Ice Cube, motherfucker Next to me, you a test tube motherfucker We kinda rude, motherfucker Get too close and bucka! Bucka! Bucka! Don't want no problems, y'all Fuck around, I'll pull out the problem-solv' and watch E pills dissolve nine times out of ten, you hoes involved. [Chorus] Get numbers, get names Thick dames Headhunters get brains Big thangs Give niggas shitstains The shit, man And don't you forget, man. Security pat downs I'm a star, motherfucker I been put' the gat down I been put' the mack down But check the people that I'm with 'Cause they'll lay you flat down And they'll do it right now Yeah, you scared of the phone numbers that a nigga might dial Club-hop, car shows, picnics Big cars, big jewels, big dicks Rush doors Or gotta hop the fence Blow this door Gotta blow my rent Gotta show my ass, then go repent Gotta call in sick And tell 'em where I went. [Chorus] |
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