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Whassup Cube
I got this bitch ass nigga here
Y'know, fuckin' with this ass bitch
Puttin' her before the scrill' all the time, ya

Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every mother fuckin'
this bitch all my mother fuckin' business
Puttin ass over everyday
Nigga fuck that, Westside

Be gone you peon, got the Don furious
Talkin' on the got the Federal curious
I'm serious! I don't give a fuck he is
Snatch him out the factory, his ass back to me
How the you think I got the name Bossalini?
(Punk)

Mack God Rap Genie, you see me
Up in this game ever since you was a
Y'all train at my school, nigga I
You never make me holla, on a fifteen dollar
across the water, watch your daughter

She might catch the Holy Ghost from rap sermon
you vermin', smokin' Sherman
I'm rollin' German
(Bitch)

Money earnin' makin' mo'
(Ching ching)
Enemies look so funny, with they clothes
Don't no honey, that's right
'Cause I'm thinkin' with my big head, fuck what my dick

We puttin' over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players
(The hustlers we some money motherfuckers)
(I know you love us)

We puttin' over ass, each and every day
Go on let the play
(The we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know you love us)

Now who's that nigga got these bitches lookin'
(Me)
I'm the Big for rilly, the real dilly
You can ask Phillie 'cause I got a year's
(Yup)

You must to die, don't get the lye
After up at Griffith Park
Shallow grave for the mark check his
The about to start big thangs automatic Pu Tang
(Automatic)

your mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches
If it twitches it stitches
If it or switches, fuck and take pictures, now
I'm livin' in a two-point zone, and I'm still
Call me in the clutch, ain't my touch

Nigga what? On the
If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it
as a Corleone
(Tight)
You got to get own, baby get on, now

We puttin' over ass, each and every motherfuckin' day
Go on let the play
(The hustlers we some money motherfuckers)
(I know that you us)

We puttin' cash over ass, each and day
Go on let the players
(The hustlers we some makin' motherfuckers)
(I that you love us)

Get ass up and go to work, 'cause you know
On payday, nigga that shit hurt
Fuckin' with a skirt of handlin' your bizness
Rich dude, now you got to make wishes

I'm suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin' fuck finance
'Specially up my plans
I'm the boss, I can be
But you'll see her and me, over currency

Givin' you the third degree, you got
Too many broke bitches and you bankin' for a penny
fuckin' on them dum dums
Find one with some ass and some

Who wanna win? Who wanna
Who wanna make, eight?
(Me)
Ice Cube the great pushin' rhymes like

We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players
(The hustlers we some money motherfuckers)
(I that you love us)
(Fuck)

We puttin' cash ass, each and every day
Go ahead let the play
(The hustlers we some money motherfuckers)
(I that you love us)

We puttin' cash over ass, and every day
Go on let the play
(The hustlers we some money motherfuckers)
(I know, I that you love us)

We puttin' cash over ass, each and day
Go on let the players
(The hustlers we some money motherfuckers)
(I know you love us)

Never put that hoe, in front of that dough
For
(Never a bitch nigga)
For what? She gon' love you
If you ain't got no fool
(Bitch fuckin' me got to be workin')
(Gettin' yaknahmsayin?)
Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla
(Never ass over nigga)
scrilla y'all
(We greedy)

Cha
(She can get some CD's, push keys)
Cha
(Ha ha ha, make the bitches shake titties)
Cha ching, cha
(Over my knee)
Cha-ching,
(Never ass cash)
Never ass cash