Music Video

07. Ice Cube - Greed
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Barbara Wilson
Barbara Wilson
Vocals
Traci Nelson
Traci Nelson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Anderson
Stephen Anderson
Composer
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Producer
Fred Maher
Fred Maher
Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer
Bud-da
Bud-da
Mixing Engineer
Carlos Warlick
Carlos Warlick
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

With power, comes with money With money, comes greed Now, if the greenbacks don't stack large on my side of the yard I ain't f- with it This cake has got to be all icing baby Now I know I'm taking the biggest piece But god damn I'm the biggest fish with the biggest mouth b- You wanna be rich right? (Hell yeah) Well stick with me, do as I does, and be as I be We be stackin' chips, packin' clips, mackin chicks Laugh at tits, slappin d-, in yo' b- (b-) Makin' hoes, take these clothes, from these sto's Walkin' slow, there go the po', now here we go Parking lot to the spot, Marriott 'Cause what I got to make a knot, is very hot Who's at the do', go and check, I got the Tec Tell him that you soakin' wet, until he jet Now lift up your f- dress, where's the rest B- can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts Uh-huh sh- hurts, but it works b- You can jerk n- but you can't jerk me Hoe I only tell you once that this d- ain't free I'm talkin' greed Greed, give me everything that I need How you gon' deal with the n- that I feed? Greed, give me everything that I need How you gon' deal with the n- that I feed? We smokin weed, you and me Lookin for that currency We smokin weed, you and me Lookin for that currency Now bi- n- don't mean sh-, from where I sit Magnificent blow your back out, if you act out Eighteen deep when the plane soar The b- threw her tits, asked my click who we play fo' Penetrate the clouds, loud, and obnoxious Surround the airport with feds and helicopters Escorted, detained and deported Scared of the ly-rics, and when they b- hear us We the clear-est, you can fear us Smile on the day of your dissapear-ance, smoke in mirr-ors Break 'em all, pull over and jump out 'Cause I can take em all, all bustas shake 'em all I'm at the mall, buyin sh-, like hot dog on a stick These b- all on the d- Ice cube ain't a lick (nope) make me bleed And now you got to deal with the n- that I feed, greed Uhh uhh uhh (Give me more, give me more) greed, greed When you get your hands on it, wanna fawn it Wanna dance on it, everybody want it When you get your hands on it, wanna fawn it Wanna dance on it, everybody want it You punks is petty, still we steady, countin' fetti I'm the one closin escrow, with the best flow (Do you wear a vest?) No N- hit me I'ma turn into the crow and take a sh- On everything counterfeit, the Don Mega Blade Runner, in a beige Hummer all summer It'd take about 12 honkeys, to convict The n- makin you sick, ask the 12 Monkeys Up in Detroit holdin weed court, all through the South Picked up a ounce in Shreveport My lead give head tunnels (boom!) To any motherf- disgruntled exit wound, look like a funnel Worldwide, international jet set My n- love f- b- that they just met Get it wet, and you can do anything When I'm in Paris n- french-kiss the pinky ring Greed, give me everything that I need How you gon' deal with the n- that I feed? Greed, give me everything that I need How you gon' deal with the n- that I feed? I'm talking greed (smokin' weed), you and me Lookin for that currency We smokin' weed, you and me Lookin for that currency Yeah, Ice cube, trillionaire I own a mansion and a yacht, haha We do it like it should be does Yeah, Westside n- is very greedy, uhh Death Row is very greedy Sic-Wid-It records is very greedy Dangerous Music greedy greedy greedy Ruthless records greedy, Suave House, greedy So So def' greedy Rap-A-Lot greedy as f- No Limit, hah, hella greedy, uhh Def Jam greedy, we all know Priority greedy as a motherf-, hahaha Hey got twenties on my BM, you still f- with a GM What can you tell me, n-?
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Stephen William Anderson, Lionel Jr. Hunt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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