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16. Ice Cube -Lil Ass Gee (Eerie Gumbo Remix)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Performer
N.O. Joe
N.O. Joe
Keyboards
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sir Jinx
Sir Jinx
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
N.O. Joe
N.O. Joe
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
John Moran
John Moran
Editing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Look at that lil' ass Westside doped out 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 muthafucker 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 fuckin' 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 uh A underage boy that's lookin' tossed And that's your idea of who you hide All you want for Christmas is guns and drinkers Little nigga nuttier than a snicker You wanna be like mike, you don't wanna be like me A fool, a killer, a lil ass gee... See, I knew it wouldn't be long They got your ass stretched like Stretch Armstrong In the 1-man cell, it got'cha thinkin' Sendin' more kites than Benjamin Franklin 20 years old but your still a veteran Won't touch down 'til we're livin' like the Jetsons Proud of yourself, because you done done it Gotcha 22's and your name on your stomach Think about a woman Rather stand in line or 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 what'cha 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 assholes than pussyholes When they get you in that system.
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Anthony D. Wheaton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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