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Ice Cube - Go 2 Church - DVDRip - 2006 - RGU.avi
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Vocals
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Vocals
Lil Jon
Lil Jon
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Songwriter
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Jon
Lil Jon
Producer

Songtexte

You need to stop snitchin' All that yip-yappin' and jaw-jackin' N- if you scared, go to church You knew the job was dangerous when you took it What up? It's the big boss Dogg Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C And I'm bobbin' to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube And I'm C-walkin' on the motherf- concrete Yo, if you're f- up, put your cups up Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, n- what's up See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler Yo it's either thank ya, or it's f- ya I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend (Yeah) Crunk Juice n- run the club that you in (Hey) You scary motherf- don't wanna bring the ruckus (Nah) You just spend all your time in the club tryin' to duck us (What?) And if you walk by n-, I'ma knock fire n- From yo' a-, you can come try n- (Hey) In the hood, all the way down South (Yeah) I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth bitch (Mike Jones) We can get it crackin' if it get to clickin' clackin' Look at Mr. Jackson, n- with no reaction If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts That don't work, we'll put you in the dirt 'Cause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (Hey) Lyrics full of steroids, n- paranoid (Hey) And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up When you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no nuts If you a scared mother- go to church (Go to church) If you a gutter mother- do your dirt (A do your dirt) If you a down mother- put in work (A put in work) If you a crazy mother- go berzerk (A go bezerk) If you a scared mother- go to church (Go to church) If you a gutter mother- do your dirt (A do your dirt) If you a down mother- put in work (A put in work) If you a crazy mother- go berzerk (A go bezerk) Click clackin', p-packin', C- raggin' folio Who the only n- in the club with the toolio You ain't know? Yeah you did, there it was, there it is "Is that Coolio?" Naw bitch, let me in Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors and rappers Hang out with kidnappers and jackers Make money off cr-, can you imagine how I keep sh- crackin'? It's the big boss Dogg I'm back in action and smashin' I flash with the bling I sur-pass the supreme You don't really wanna have a clash with my team I mix-, I'm the, last of the kings If I got a b- with me she got a- in them jeans Rollin' through yo' neighborhood, my Cadillac so clean Servin' all you suckers 'cause you all dopefiends Just like that dopeman, n- what's up? You run up with that bull- I'll f- yo' a- up If you a scared mother- go to church (Go to church) If you a gutter mother- do your dirt (A do your dirt) If you a down mother- put in work (A put in work) If you a crazy mother- go berzerk (A go bezerk) If you a scared mother- go to church (Go to church) If you a gutter mother- do your dirt (A do your dirt) If you a down mother- put in work (A put in work) If you a crazy mother- go berzerk (A go bezerk) You scared, you scared You scared mother- you scared You scared (You scared), you scared (You scared) You scared mother- you scared (You scared) You scared, you scared You scared mother- you scared You scared (You scared), you scared (You scared) You scared mother- you scared (You scared) If you a scared mother- go to church (Go to church) If you a gutter mother- do your dirt (A do your dirt) If you a down mother- put in work (A put in work) If you a crazy mother- go berzerk (A go bezerk) If you a scared mother- go to church (Go to church) If you a gutter mother- do your dirt (A do your dirt) If you a down mother- put in work (A put in work) If you a crazy mother- go berzerk (A go bezerk) It goes one for the money (Hey) two for the show (yeah) Three for the p-, four for the glow (Hey) Five for the rookies, six for the pros (Nah) Seven for the numbers of them f- zeroes (What?) Eight for haters, nine for the cause Ten for my n-, behind big bars (Hey) F- these devils, and they laws (Yeah) Never question the size of Ice Cube's balls
Writer(s): Cordozar Calvin Broadus, O'shea Jackson, Jonathan H. Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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