Ice Cube

24 Mo’ Hours – Ice Cube

[Ice Cube]
Put the whoop on ’em (Ice Cube, a.k.a. Don Mega)
Put the whoop on ’em (a.k.a. Poppa Don)
Put the whoop on ’em (a.k.a. the Big Fish)
Put the whoop on ’em (a.k.a. Brainiac)

Keep it gangsta y’all, Keep it gangsta (uh huh)
Keep it gangsta y’all, Keep it gangsta (Keep it gangsta)
Keep it gangsta y’all, Keep it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gangsta y’all, Keep it gangsta (all my life)

(verse one) {:21}
Everyting is real on this concrete and steel
Niggas peel your cap for a happy meal
I got to deal with this ball of confusion, world of illusions
We ain’t losin’ playa (never), weez winnin’
Playin’ every night when we sendin’ paper chasing, grinin’
While you still chasin’ women ’round tables no lieutenants
Use your own man grown, (hook it up)
It’s Ice Cube and the family stone
Breakin’ bread every night in L.A.
And I pray, for one more day that’s unate (check it)
It’s 90 degrees no enemies in sight
Even the Don gotta fall to his knees every night

(chorus) {:52}
Can I get 24 more hours (can I get get)
Without dealin’ with these killers and these cowards (can I can can)
I don’t wanna loose, all i wanna do is win
I fucked up today, can I try it again?

(verse two) {1:03}
I’m lovin’ every breath like a cold sip of soda
While I’m bankin’ down these back streets, thanks for lookin’ over
Damn sure nice to know ya, fuck a four leaf clover
And thanks for this range rover
We gets down with this underground gangsta shit
Politians and parents, always havin’ a fit
Everybody wanna know “who you with?” “where you from?”
Why you lookin’ at me dumb?
Here’s a bullet cuz you number one
Nobody knows, the fate of a platinum rap star (nobody knows)
We gotta wait until tommorow
(yeah yeah)
And I’m a nigga like you (yeah yeah)
You know I got the bar

(chorus) {1:33}
Can I get 24 more hours (can I get get)
Without dealin’ with these killers and these cowards (can I can can)
I don’t wanna loose, all i wanna do is win
I fucked up today, can I try it again?

Put the whoop on ’em (look to allah)
Put the whoop on ’em (pray to your god)
Put the whoop on ’em (I look to allah)
Put the whoop on ’em (pray to your god)

(verse three) {1:54}
Mister prosperity, these niggas wanna bury me
Your bitch wanna mary me
Rollin’ more than a cherokee
Don’t, I drive what I want, and what I ain’t drivin’ I don’t want
Let it be known (let it be known)
Permits hit the conk in the reagal
But weez legal niggas dollars got bald eagles nigga
You can’t undermine Mister Grime
You rappin’ ’bout the same shit i rapped about in ’89
Tryin’ to be the new fien(d) (never), with raps complex
They love you one minute and they hate you the next
Push my lex thru the california sunshine
Look back on my life and say “damn I done done fine”
(damn) (I done done fine) (uhh)
Mister Ice Cube, i’m always on the grime
(always, always)
The Don Mega Mega Don, Don Mega Mega Don

(chorus) {2:35}
Can I get 24 more hours (can I get get)
Without dealin’ with these killers and these cowards (can I can can)
I don’t wanna loose, all i wanna do is win
I fucked up today, can I try it again?

Keep it gangsta y’all, Keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gangsta y’all, Keep it gangsta (everybody)
Keep it gangsta y’all, Keep it gangsta (Keep it gangsta)
Keep it gangsta y’all, Keep it gangsta (all my life)

(outro) {2:56}
I know we can make it, I know that we can
I know damn well that we can work it out
I know we can make it, I know that we can
I know damn well that we can work it out
I know we can make it, I know that we can
I know damn well that we can work it out
I know we can make it, I know that we can
I know damn well that we can work

By admin on October 19, 2013 | # Song Lyrics | 1 comment
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Gangsta Fairytale 2 – Ice Cube

Intro: Little Russ

Hey motherfuckin Cube, what the fuck wrong with you?
You didn’t kick the rest of that Gangsta Fairytale shit
Why don’t you kick it one good time
Niggaz on the playground wanna know what’s happenin
You left em hangin man, what the fuck?

Verse One: Ice Cube

Little Boy Blue is outta Folsome
Now them three little pigs gotta roast him
Drivin down Sesame Street and I bet
That little motherfucker’s out fuckin Smurfette
Ain’t saw the wolf yet, but it’s no doubt
They’ll catch his ass slippin at his grandma house
They got the Mac-10 pointed out the coop
Cause they gotta follow they nose like Fruit Loops
Peeped out Little Miss Muffet on her tuffet eatin grits
She saw the Mac-10 and the bitch had the shits
Ran into her house, called up her crew
Cause Red Riding Hood wants to kill Little Boy Blue
And the wolf too, what is Mister Rogers doing?
Moved out his Jordan, bought him a Ewing
Him, Little Boy Blue and the wolf in the cellar
Planning on gettin Cinderella
Cause Cinderella still works for the pigs
Through with the dwarfs, fuckin Bebe’s kids
Now Snow White got the horny ass fever
Fuckin the Beauty’s Beast like Jungle Fever
Now the word’s on the street
When the crews meet
You better make some fuckin room
Cause it’s on with the pigs and them other nigs
When the cow jump over the moon, everybody jump

Verse Two

Now Little Boy Blue is up front
WIth the nine millimeter, ready for the hunt
Little Red Riding Hood caught his ass slippin
Drew down on the boy cause the bitch is steady trippin
About to get loose with the deuce deuce
That’s when the boy said, “What about the gang truce?”
The little hoe had no words
The wolf came around and the bitch got served
Three little pigs bought wigs
Dressed like sheep, Cinderella is Little Bo Peep
Tryin to creep, on the crew
The wolf, the Rogers, the Blue, they through
Cause the pigs did the buck buck bang, ping
Now you hear the fat lady sing
Cinderella, ran like a bitch
To the pay phone cause the bitch is still a snitch
Now the pigs are caught by the pigs and taken
In the pen to get fried like bacon
You still can’t trust no hoe
And Ice Cube’ll tell the kids how the stories, should go


Outro: Little Russ

Yeah Cube, man that shit was dope nigga
You all that and a bowl of grits
Nigga that shit was on props, nigga!
Yeah that’s how you kick that shit for the ninety-deuce, nigga
What’s happenin nigga?!
Yeah nigga that’s Gangsta Fairytale part 2 nigga
All you trick-ass niggaz can’t fuck with it

By admin on September 7, 2013 | G Song Lyrics | 20 comments
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