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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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