Текст (слова) песни: Ice Cube - Cash Over

[ice cube]
Be gone you fuckin peon, got the don furious
Talkin on the phone got the federal curious
I`m serious! i don`t give a fuck where he is
Snatch him out the factory, bring his ass back to me
How the fuck you think i got the name bossalini? punk
Mack god rap genie, you can`t see me
Up in this game ever since you was a lame
Y`all train at my school, nigga i rule
You never make me holla, smokin on a fifteen dollar
From across the water, watch your daughter
She might catch the holy ghost from this rap sermon
While you vermin smokin sherman, i`m rollin somethin german, bitch
Money earnin makin mo` money (ching ching)
Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy
Don`t need no honey, that`s right
Cause i`m thinkin with my big head, fuck what my dick said!

Chorus: ice cube

We puttin cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers)
(we some money makin motherfuckers.. i know that you love us!)
We puttin cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers)
(we some money makin motherfuckers.. i know that you love us!)

[ice cube]
Now who`s that nigga got these bitches lookin silly? me!
I`m the big willie for rilly, the real dilly
You can ask phillie cause i got a year`s supply (yup!)
You must want to die, don`t get the lye
After dark up at griffith park, shallow grave
For the mark check his heart, the game about to start
Big thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic)
Keep your mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches
If it twitches give it stitches
If it jiggles or switches, fuck and take pictures, now
I`m livin in a two-point zone, and i`m still bumpin
Call me in the clutch, ain`t lost my touch
Nigga what? on the microphone
If i drove it in the video, bitch, i can drive it home
Tight as a corleone
You got to get your own, baby get on, now

Chorus

[ice cube]
Get your ass up and go to work, cause you know
On payday, nigga that shit gon` hurt
Fuckin with a skirt instead of handlin your bizness
Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes
I`m suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin fuck over finance
`specially fuckin up my plans
I`m the boss, i can be late
But you`ll never see her and me, over currency
Givin you the third degree, cause you got
Too many broke bitches and you like bankin for a penny
Stop fuckin on them dum-dums
Find one with some ass and some income
Who wanna win? who wanna spin?
Who wanna make, twenty-five eight? me
Ice cube the great.. pushin rhymes like weight

Chorus 2x

Never put that hoe, in front of that dough nigga
For what? (never... fuck a bitch nigga)
For what? she ain`t gon` love you if you ain`t got no dough fool
(bitch fuckin with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin?)
Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y`all (never ass over cash nigga)
Scrilla scrilla y`all (we greedy)

Cha-ching! (she can get some cd`s, push some keys)
Cha-ching! (ha ha ha, make the bitches shake they tit-ties)
Cha-ching, cha-ching! (over my knee)
Cha-ching, cha-ching! (never ass over cash)
Never ass over cash

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Ice Cube - Cash Over [ice cube] Be gone you fuckin peon, got the don furious Talkin on the phone got the federal curious I`m serious! i don`t give a fuck where he is Snatch him out the factory, bring his ass back to me How the fuck you think i got the name bossalini? punk Mack god rap genie, you can`t see me Up in this game ever since you was a lame Y`all train at my school, nigga i rule You never make me holla, smokin on a fifteen dollar From across the water, watch your daughter She might catch the holy ghost from this rap sermon While you vermin smokin sherman, i`m rollin somethin german, bitch Money earnin makin mo` money (ching ching) Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy Don`t need no honey, that`s right Cause i`m thinkin with my big head, fuck what my dick said! Chorus: ice cube We puttin cash over ass, each and every day Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers) (we some money makin motherfuckers.. i know that you love us!) We puttin cash over ass, each and every day Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers) (we some money makin motherfuckers.. i know that you love us!) [ice cube] Now who`s that nigga got these bitches lookin silly? me! I`m the big willie for rilly, the real dilly You can ask phillie cause i got a year`s supply (yup!) You must want to die, don`t get the lye After dark up at griffith park, shallow grave For the mark check his heart, the game about to start Big thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic) Keep your mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches If it twitches give it stitches If it jiggles or switches, fuck and take pictures, now I`m livin in a two-point zone, and i`m still bumpin Call me in the clutch, ain`t lost my touch Nigga what? on the microphone If i drove it in the video, bitch, i can drive it home Tight as a corleone You got to get your own, baby get on, now Chorus [ice cube] Get your ass up and go to work, cause you know On payday, nigga that shit gon` hurt Fuckin with a skirt instead of handlin your bizness Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes I`m suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin fuck over finance `specially fuckin up my plans I`m the boss, i can be late But you`ll never see her and me, over currency Givin you the third degree, cause you got Too many broke bitches and you like bankin for a penny Stop fuckin on them dum-dums Find one with some ass and some income Who wanna win? who wanna spin? Who wanna make, twenty-five eight? me Ice cube the great.. pushin rhymes like weight Chorus 2x Never put that hoe, in front of that dough nigga For what? (never... fuck a bitch nigga) For what? she ain`t gon` love you if you ain`t got no dough fool (bitch fuckin with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin?) Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y`all (never ass over cash nigga) Scrilla scrilla y`all (we greedy) Cha-ching! (she can get some cd`s, push some keys) Cha-ching! (ha ha ha, make the bitches shake they tit-ties) Cha-ching, cha-ching! (over my knee) Cha-ching, cha-ching! (never ass over cash) Never ass over cash Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Cash Over: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/108/1/1599.html Все тексты песен: Ice Cube » Ice Cube - Its a Mans World » Ice Cube - Extradition » Ice Cube - Penitentiary » Ice Cube - The Gutter Shit » Ice Cube - Friday » Ice Cube - Really Doe » Ice Cube - My Skin is My Sin » Ice Cube - Penitentiary » Ice Cube - Amerikkkas Most Wanted » Ice Cube - U Ain`t Gonna Take My Life » Ice Cube - Dr. Frankenstein » Ice Cube - Steady Mobbin » Ice Cube - Check Yo Self » Ice Cube - Higher » Ice Cube - When I Get to Heaven (Remix) » Ice Cube - What They Hittin` Foe? » Ice Cube - Really Doe » Ice Cube - Us » Ice Cube - War & Peace » Ice Cube - Rollin` Wit The Lench Mob Рекомендуем скачать: » Разные люди, Чернецкий - Демонстрация » Розенбаум Александр - МЕНЯ НЕ ПОСАДИТЬ » Роланд Аблотия - Пещеры сна » Разные люди, Чернецкий - Проходчик шахты №6 » Разные люди, Чернецкий - Переизберу » Руслан Бажин - Солнечная Боссанова » Ракетобиль - Осенний марш » Руки Вверх! - По кайфу » Русский размер - Там, где играет музыка » Розенбаум Александр - СОНЯ » Рада и Терновник - И яркий свет разрывает бред » Руки Вверх - Прошу не молчи » Раиса Нурмухаметова - День ныний свят » Раиса Абельская - Ромео и Джульета » Разные люди, Чернецкий - Не было » Руки Вверх! - Вернись » Р”РјРёС‚СЂРёР№ Р‘РёР»Р°РЅ - Р’РѕРґР°, РџРµСЃРѕРє » Р”РјРёС‚СЂРёР№ Р‘РёР»Р°РЅ - РџРµС‚РµСЂР±СѓСЂРіСЃРєР°СЏ Р’РµСЃРЅР° » Рок-острова - Сережка » РќР°РґРµР¶РґР° РљР°РґС‹С?РµРІР° - Р’С‹Р№РґСѓ РќР° РЈР»РёС†Сѓ
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