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Title: Lil Ass Gee Lyrics: insane-in-the-brain little nigga servin caine Use to have to axe could he cross the street now he's rollin in a Gee, the Gee is on E He's quick to hit you up with the two fingers spreaded (Wassup?) Don't roll that shit (Wassup?) and hold that shit (Wassup?) Now you know what fuckin set he's claimin A wild little nigga and it ain't no tamin And just when you think everything is calm that motherfucker is the first to bum like bang, ping, catch you with the sleeper He'll draw down and then check his beeper He's clockin them chicks and bucks Gettin, his little dick sucked by the, clucks And will he do dirt? Fool oh please Little locs are harder then the OGz You fall to the ground and beg please Just got served by little niggas on the 10-speed 12 years old, got bumps they can't keep A straight killer, a fool, a lil ass gee..... God damn, it's a trick Use to have the G.I.Joe with the kung-fu grip Now he's straight Crip, or Blood Now ya sag, you use the blunt Now ya known as the favorite groupie Goin to camp and it ain't Camp Snoopy (Wassup?) But I ain't surprised It's 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size You motherfuckin crook You want respect cos you didn't get'cha manhood took Drinkin that 'yac like it's no tomorr-y Westside hustler fucker-tory In the jail and it ain't no thang Can't wait til you get 22's on the hang (Uhh) A underage boy that's lookin tossed And that's ya idea of who you hide All you want for Christmas is guns and drinkers Little nigga nuttier than a Snicker You don't wanna be like Mike, you wanna be like me A fool, a killer, a lil ass gee...... [Interlude: (two sampled guys talking)] See, I knew it wouldn't be long They got your ass stretched like Stretch Armstrong In the one-man cell, it got'cha thinkin Sendin more kites than Benjamin Franklin 20 years old but ya still a veteran Won't touch down til we're livin like the Jetsons Proud of ya self, because ya done done it Gotcha 22's and your name on your stomach Never even think about a woman to fuck Rather stand in lin eor bust the ass of a young buck Got stuck, now you're bleedin Hospital ward, is got your reading Learn about the knowledge of self ya see that ya mad enough to go and stick the death to these See, it ain't about bein hard But that's whatcha tell the little homies in the yard Ya already done did 10 and wish you could start all over again Brand new inmates and who do ya see Your baby brother in shackles, a fool, a lil ass gee..... A fool, a lil ass gee Yo this go out to the little hardhead homies who probably gon' see more, ahh, assholes than pussyholes when they get you in that system Lil Ass Gee, Ice Cube mp3 download Lil Ass Gee, Ice Cube lyrics Lil Ass Gee mp3 music, free Lil Ass Gee mp3, download Lil Ass Gee |
Songs of Ice Cube: 24 MC Hours A Bird In The Hand A Gangsta's Fairytale Alive On Arrival AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted Ask About Me Black Korea Bop Gun (One Nation) Can You Bounce Cash Over Cave Bitch Check Yo Self Color Blind Dead Homiez Dirty Mack Doing Dumb Shit Don't Trust 'em Down For Whatever Dr. Frankenstein Enemy Extradition Fuck Dying Gangsta Fairytale 2 Get Off My Dick And Tell Yo Bitch To Come Here (Re Get Off My Dick And Tell Yo Bitch To Come Here Ghetto Bird Ghetto Vet Givin' Up The Nappy Dug Out Gotta Be Insanity Greed Heaven Hello Horny Little Devil I Wanna Kill Sam I'm Only Out For One Thang If I Was Fucking You It Was A Good Day It's A Man's World Jackin For Beats Lil Ass Gee Limos, Demos & Bimbos Look Who's Burnin' Make It Ruff, Make It Smooth Man's Best Friend My Summer Vacation No Vaseline Now I Gotta Wet'Cha Once Upon A Time In The Projects 2 Once Upon A Time In The Projects Penitentiary Pushin' Weight Really Doe Record Company Pimpin' Roll All Day Rollin' Wit The Lench Mob Say Hi To The Bad Guy Steady Mobbin Supreme Hustle Tales From The Darkside The Bomb The Curse Of Money The Gutter Shit The Nigga Of The Century The Nigga Ya Love To Hate The Peckin' Order The Predator The Product The Shot (Intro) The Wrong Nigga To Fuck With Three Strikes You In True To The Game Turn Off The Radio Until We Rich Us Waitin' Ta Hate War & Peace We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up What Can I Do What They Hittin' Foe When Will They Shoot Who Got The Camera Who's The Mack Wicked X-Bitches You Ain't Gotta Lie Ta Kick It You Can Do It You Can't Fade Me You Know How We Do It |