Ice Cube - Get Use To It (feat. Wc and The Game) Lyrics:
[Ice Cube]
If you try to get with me, pull a four and a fifty
F**k your monkey ass up, like Bobby did Whitney
Trigger fingers get itchy, when ni**az get bitchy
And they need they story told on Jerry or Ricki
Pull your green in your iffy, I`m clean and I`m spiffy
If they lock me up today I`ll be back in a jiffy
All my ni**az that`s with me, all my bitches are picky
To ride around us right on time, bitch you know it`s tricky
Take a hit of the sticky, everybody get tipsy
When we hittin` that whiskey, all my ni**az get pissy
Don`t f**k with no sissy, all we bumpin` is missy
If you know where I am, motherf**ker come get me
I`m a man not a Mickey, all my ni**az love hickies
that don`t go away `til you`re well in your sixties
All I`m wearin` is Dickies, don`t try to evict me
When we come to Atlanta we gon` re-open Nikki`s
[Chorus - X2]
And y`all better get use to it
And y`all better get use to it
And y`all better get use to it
And y`all better get use to it
[W.C.]
Barracuda with it, call security
F**k the dress code, I`m in a white T with jewelry
Hand to my side with my nine, sat lyin` back
In the club with your baby mama in my lap
Lookin` fly like I got a pocket full of stones
Pro fitted on, wearin` chronic cologne
Big watch, big rocks, grip glocks, dick guap
What you ni**az thought, motherf**ker this is Lench Mob
Dub make the trigger knock, talk s**t
I`ll put additional air condition holes in your Bentley top
And shorty got `em gettin` low, I rich rolls
Swervin` on them MVP`s, I call `em Kobe`s cause they 24`s
Still spittin` out sunflowers, Dub and Don Dadda
Bustin` more gun powder than gun towers
Down South, y`all can Screw it, it`s the West, too truest
Keep the party jumpin` like do it fluid and never lose it
[Chorus - X2]
And y`all better get use to it
And y`all better get use to it
And y`all better get use to it
And y`all better get use to it
[The Game]
Who my gangsta rap teacher? (Ice Cube) Ni**a you better know it
It`s the Don Dadda Jr. slash motherf**kin` poet
Sit back and take notes while I spin like hundred spokes
My flow is razor sharp, I`m comin` straight for your throat
With that West Coast, gangbang, watch him when his chain hang
East Coast, Down South, ni**az do the same thang
Throw up your dubs like Wu-Tang, who bang
harder than that ni**a bailin` through your hood with two chains
Swangin` like his nuts, `cause he don`t give a f**k
Bout no ni**a that ain`t bangin` in no khakis or some Chuck`s
It`s that Westside, Connect`d with that
ni**a who flow so wreckless
He spent a hundred thousand on his necklace, I`ll bet this
motherf**kin` Coast ain`t got s**t after me
Ain`t have s**t before Cube except a W.C.
The Maad Circle is back, with mad purple in fact
I`m bout to join the Lench Mob, that`s me
squirtin` the mac, motherf**kers
[Chorus - X2]
And y`all better get use to it
And y`all better get use to it
And y`all better get use to it
And y`all better get use to it
If you try to get with me, pull a four and a fifty
F**k your monkey ass up, like Bobby did Whitney
Trigger fingers get itchy, when ni**az get bitchy
And they need they story told on Jerry or Ricki
Pull your green in your iffy, I`m clean and I`m spiffy
If they lock me up today I`ll be back in a jiffy
All my ni**az that`s with me, all my bitches are picky
To ride around us right on time, bitch you know it`s tricky
Take a hit of the sticky, everybody get tipsy
When we hittin` that whiskey, all my ni**az get pissy
Don`t f**k with no sissy, all we bumpin` is missy
If you know where I am, motherf**ker come get me
I`m a man not a Mickey, all my ni**az love hickies
that don`t go away `til you`re well in your sixties
All I`m wearin` is Dickies, don`t try to evict me
When we come to Atlanta we gon` re-open Nikki`s
[Chorus - X2]
And y`all better get use to it
And y`all better get use to it
And y`all better get use to it
And y`all better get use to it
[W.C.]
Barracuda with it, call security
F**k the dress code, I`m in a white T with jewelry
Hand to my side with my nine, sat lyin` back
In the club with your baby mama in my lap
Lookin` fly like I got a pocket full of stones
Pro fitted on, wearin` chronic cologne
Big watch, big rocks, grip glocks, dick guap
What you ni**az thought, motherf**ker this is Lench Mob
Dub make the trigger knock, talk s**t
I`ll put additional air condition holes in your Bentley top
And shorty got `em gettin` low, I rich rolls
Swervin` on them MVP`s, I call `em Kobe`s cause they 24`s
Still spittin` out sunflowers, Dub and Don Dadda
Bustin` more gun powder than gun towers
Down South, y`all can Screw it, it`s the West, too truest
Keep the party jumpin` like do it fluid and never lose it
[Chorus - X2]
And y`all better get use to it
And y`all better get use to it
And y`all better get use to it
And y`all better get use to it
[The Game]
Who my gangsta rap teacher? (Ice Cube) Ni**a you better know it
It`s the Don Dadda Jr. slash motherf**kin` poet
Sit back and take notes while I spin like hundred spokes
My flow is razor sharp, I`m comin` straight for your throat
With that West Coast, gangbang, watch him when his chain hang
East Coast, Down South, ni**az do the same thang
Throw up your dubs like Wu-Tang, who bang
harder than that ni**a bailin` through your hood with two chains
Swangin` like his nuts, `cause he don`t give a f**k
Bout no ni**a that ain`t bangin` in no khakis or some Chuck`s
It`s that Westside, Connect`d with that
ni**a who flow so wreckless
He spent a hundred thousand on his necklace, I`ll bet this
motherf**kin` Coast ain`t got s**t after me
Ain`t have s**t before Cube except a W.C.
The Maad Circle is back, with mad purple in fact
I`m bout to join the Lench Mob, that`s me
squirtin` the mac, motherf**kers
[Chorus - X2]
And y`all better get use to it
And y`all better get use to it
And y`all better get use to it
And y`all better get use to it