Intro:
Yeah, yeah
Get your ass up in her, yeah
Uh, Ice Cube baby
'99 baby
I'm on the grind baby
All the time, baby
Show me something
Chorus:
(Miss Toi)
You can do it put your back into it
(Ice Cube)
I can do it put your ass into it
(Miss Toi)
You can do it put your back into it
(Ice Cube)
I can do it put your ass into it
(Miss Toi)
Put your back into it
(Ice Cube)
Put your ass into it
Verse 1:
Tic-tic-boom
Hear me bangin' down these back streets
Bumpin' Blackstreet
Feenin' like a athlete
Life ain't a track meet (no)
It's a marathon
Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on
We be clubbing till the day we die
Nigga ask the bartender if you think we lie
But if you think we high, nigga think again
'Cause when it's sink or swim
You got to think to win
A' I drink this here
Everybody'll know it
'Cause I ain't going for it
So pray to the Lord that I don't pull out
Cuss out and bust out
Go to nigga ravellin
Make the clip traveling
You can try to smoke an ounce to this
While I pronounce this shit
Baby bounce them tits
Mama move them hips
Baby shake them cheeks
I got dick for days
You got ass for weeks (yeah, yeah)
Pre Chorus:
(Miss Toi)
Don't stop get it, get it
(Ice Cube)
That's real
(Miss Toi)
Don't stop nigga hit it
(Ice Cube)
I will
I'm gon' do it, gon' do it
Gon' do it, do it, do it
Chorus
Verse 2:
Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
The thug ones, relatives and my cousins
And I got 'em by the dozen
When they buzzin'
Quick to say fuck your husband
This is for my niggas locked away
Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date
But when we hit checkmate with Ice Cube the Great
Soon as I get a word we can rush the safe
Fuck them license plates because life is great
It don't matter if you're rich and your folks ain't straight
I'm still coming with that underground gangsta shit
No matter how many niggas say we ain't the shit
Pre Chorus
Chorus
Verse 3:
(Mack 10)
I do hard core rhymin'
Hard time grindin'
With will I pimp hoes
Other niggas wine and dine them
Gotta love this thug shit
Passing the mud shit
Pockets on flood shit
OG lyrical blood shit
I don't rent I buy shit
Niggas jealous of my shit
You unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit
While you're rooting and recruiting
Nigga 6-8 whooping
I was in the hood shootin' 'cause I had the wife whooping
I go from padres gold to oversized jars
I passed up strife
I got stars and bars
No time for playa hatin', Mack paper chasing
Came out the substation to the hip hop nation
The mo' hits the mo' bigga with illegal weight figga
Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga
Bust the first asshole to show I can hit it
I keep pushing, don't quit it
Don't stop till I get it
Pre Chorus
Chorus (3 times)