Song | X-Bitches |
Artist | Ice Cube |
Album | War & Peace Vol. 1 (The War Disc) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hearne, Ice Cube, Johnson | |
Damn, what you doing over here? whassup? | |
Yeah i was thinking about you the other day | |
And i was thinking i should have never fucked wit' your ass | |
I should have left you right where i founnd you | |
My bed (echo) | |
[verse 1] | |
When i was with you all you ever do was bitch | |
Talk shit, but you could suck dick | |
So i didn't sweat all the fussin' and cussin' | |
On new year's eve, the night i was bussin'(wow) | |
I would stress and strain to mantain | |
And didn't need to hear your motherfucking ass complain | |
About niggaz in the house (mm), feet on the couch | |
Talkin' all loud (yeah), blunt in my mouth (yeah) | |
Bitch i got fifty cents on this genesis | |
Talkin' 'bout niggaz got to vacate the premises | |
(she's dead) homie histor | |
An' outa nowhere your ass got hard | |
Poured out the pub, then you got drugged | |
We at it again, i tried to count to ten | |
There's no end to your naggin' | |
You can't treat me like i'm faggin', hoe | |
You see i'm saggin' (no) | |
Why i gotta act like a motherfucking asshole (why) | |
To be king of my motherfucking castle | |
You'll never be the missus (never) | |
Breakin' all my dishes | |
And fuck all my x-bitches | |
[chorus 1] | |
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you | |
The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours | |
(repeat) | |
[verse 2] | |
On an' off, off an' on, bitch i'm grown | |
So stop playing on my phone (stop) | |
It was a time we used to bump and grind | |
And find heaven (ahh) | |
Without a motherfucking reverend | |
Managoua twages and bomb-ass massages | |
And dreams of three-car garages | |
You say i'm cheating when i'm up at the studio | |
Come to find out you the hoe, oh | |
And you was way out | |
Talkin' 'bout rap, was gonna play ya | |
And i was wasting my time writing rhyme (hahaha) | |
You made yourself loud and clear | |
You wanted me to choose between you and my career (bitch) | |
Started fucking with this baller named chris | |
Couldn't resist the rolex on his wrist | |
I kept on writing my raps with profanity | |
Now i'm on tour fucking bitches like fanady | |
You tried to diss this, now you missed this | |
And the first and fifteenth is like christmas | |
Send me naked pictures but give it a rest | |
With mrs ice cube tatood on your breast | |
Now you at the back door of my show | |
Dressed like a hoe, axin' could you blow (no), | |
Hell no but it's still delicious | |
Went from rags to riches | |
And fuck all my x-bitches | |
[chorus 2] | |
Fuck you, fuck you, especially you | |
The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours | |
(repeat) | |
Now i hear you sayin' 'yeah i used to fuck 'em' | |
Not lettin' 'em know i was a young buck then | |
Niggaz axin' me 'man, did you love her?' | |
Loved her stupid ass enough to fuck her with a rubber (bitch) | |
Now i hear, i'm your big brother (who?) | |
Second cousin, friend | |
Bitch since when? | |
Incest ain't the way i swing (nah) | |
Never bought your ass a goddamn thing | |
That i had to pay for | |
I was hateful | |
Ungrateful (uh) and never faithful | |
Fuckin' everything that i could get my paws on | |
Walkin' through hell with gasoline draws on | |
Now i'm on the mic, music is my life | |
Kids and a wife, heard you was a dite (damn) | |
It's your thing if you like the switches | |
But it's my world and fuck all my x-bitches | |
(chorus 1) | |
(chorus 2) | |
[ice cube talking] | |
Never go down the same road twice | |
Advice from the big homie ice cube | |
Hmm, girl you better get away from here | |
I don't want that shit no more | |
Na,na ahem, and don't be callin' at my mama' house neither | |
I'm through wit' you. i'm through wit' you | |
I done got smarter. i done got smarter | |
I ain't fuckin' wit' your daughter |
zuo ci : Hearne, Ice Cube, Johnson | |
Damn, what you doing over here? whassup? | |
Yeah i was thinking about you the other day | |
And i was thinking i should have never fucked wit' your ass | |
I should have left you right where i founnd you | |
My bed echo | |
verse 1 | |
When i was with you all you ever do was bitch | |
Talk shit, but you could suck dick | |
So i didn' t sweat all the fussin' and cussin' | |
On new year' s eve, the night i was bussin' wow | |
I would stress and strain to mantain | |
And didn' t need to hear your motherfucking ass complain | |
About niggaz in the house mm, feet on the couch | |
Talkin' all loud yeah, blunt in my mouth yeah | |
Bitch i got fifty cents on this genesis | |
Talkin' ' bout niggaz got to vacate the premises | |
she' s dead homie histor | |
An' outa nowhere your ass got hard | |
Poured out the pub, then you got drugged | |
We at it again, i tried to count to ten | |
There' s no end to your naggin' | |
You can' t treat me like i' m faggin', hoe | |
You see i' m saggin' no | |
Why i gotta act like a motherfucking asshole why | |
To be king of my motherfucking castle | |
You' ll never be the missus never | |
Breakin' all my dishes | |
And fuck all my xbitches | |
chorus 1 | |
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you | |
The world ain' t yours, the world ain' t yours | |
repeat | |
verse 2 | |
On an' off, off an' on, bitch i' m grown | |
So stop playing on my phone stop | |
It was a time we used to bump and grind | |
And find heaven ahh | |
Without a motherfucking reverend | |
Managoua twages and bombass massages | |
And dreams of threecar garages | |
You say i' m cheating when i' m up at the studio | |
Come to find out you the hoe, oh | |
And you was way out | |
Talkin' ' bout rap, was gonna play ya | |
And i was wasting my time writing rhyme hahaha | |
You made yourself loud and clear | |
You wanted me to choose between you and my career bitch | |
Started fucking with this baller named chris | |
Couldn' t resist the rolex on his wrist | |
I kept on writing my raps with profanity | |
Now i' m on tour fucking bitches like fanady | |
You tried to diss this, now you missed this | |
And the first and fifteenth is like christmas | |
Send me naked pictures but give it a rest | |
With mrs ice cube tatood on your breast | |
Now you at the back door of my show | |
Dressed like a hoe, axin' could you blow no, | |
Hell no but it' s still delicious | |
Went from rags to riches | |
And fuck all my xbitches | |
chorus 2 | |
Fuck you, fuck you, especially you | |
The world ain' t yours, the world ain' t yours | |
repeat | |
Now i hear you sayin' ' yeah i used to fuck ' em' | |
Not lettin' ' em know i was a young buck then | |
Niggaz axin' me ' man, did you love her?' | |
Loved her stupid ass enough to fuck her with a rubber bitch | |
Now i hear, i' m your big brother who? | |
Second cousin, friend | |
Bitch since when? | |
Incest ain' t the way i swing nah | |
Never bought your ass a goddamn thing | |
That i had to pay for | |
I was hateful | |
Ungrateful uh and never faithful | |
Fuckin' everything that i could get my paws on | |
Walkin' through hell with gasoline draws on | |
Now i' m on the mic, music is my life | |
Kids and a wife, heard you was a dite damn | |
It' s your thing if you like the switches | |
But it' s my world and fuck all my xbitches | |
chorus 1 | |
chorus 2 | |
ice cube talking | |
Never go down the same road twice | |
Advice from the big homie ice cube | |
Hmm, girl you better get away from here | |
I don' t want that shit no more | |
Na, na ahem, and don' t be callin' at my mama' house neither | |
I' m through wit' you. i' m through wit' you | |
I done got smarter. i done got smarter | |
I ain' t fuckin' wit' your daughter |
zuò cí : Hearne, Ice Cube, Johnson | |
Damn, what you doing over here? whassup? | |
Yeah i was thinking about you the other day | |
And i was thinking i should have never fucked wit' your ass | |
I should have left you right where i founnd you | |
My bed echo | |
verse 1 | |
When i was with you all you ever do was bitch | |
Talk shit, but you could suck dick | |
So i didn' t sweat all the fussin' and cussin' | |
On new year' s eve, the night i was bussin' wow | |
I would stress and strain to mantain | |
And didn' t need to hear your motherfucking ass complain | |
About niggaz in the house mm, feet on the couch | |
Talkin' all loud yeah, blunt in my mouth yeah | |
Bitch i got fifty cents on this genesis | |
Talkin' ' bout niggaz got to vacate the premises | |
she' s dead homie histor | |
An' outa nowhere your ass got hard | |
Poured out the pub, then you got drugged | |
We at it again, i tried to count to ten | |
There' s no end to your naggin' | |
You can' t treat me like i' m faggin', hoe | |
You see i' m saggin' no | |
Why i gotta act like a motherfucking asshole why | |
To be king of my motherfucking castle | |
You' ll never be the missus never | |
Breakin' all my dishes | |
And fuck all my xbitches | |
chorus 1 | |
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you | |
The world ain' t yours, the world ain' t yours | |
repeat | |
verse 2 | |
On an' off, off an' on, bitch i' m grown | |
So stop playing on my phone stop | |
It was a time we used to bump and grind | |
And find heaven ahh | |
Without a motherfucking reverend | |
Managoua twages and bombass massages | |
And dreams of threecar garages | |
You say i' m cheating when i' m up at the studio | |
Come to find out you the hoe, oh | |
And you was way out | |
Talkin' ' bout rap, was gonna play ya | |
And i was wasting my time writing rhyme hahaha | |
You made yourself loud and clear | |
You wanted me to choose between you and my career bitch | |
Started fucking with this baller named chris | |
Couldn' t resist the rolex on his wrist | |
I kept on writing my raps with profanity | |
Now i' m on tour fucking bitches like fanady | |
You tried to diss this, now you missed this | |
And the first and fifteenth is like christmas | |
Send me naked pictures but give it a rest | |
With mrs ice cube tatood on your breast | |
Now you at the back door of my show | |
Dressed like a hoe, axin' could you blow no, | |
Hell no but it' s still delicious | |
Went from rags to riches | |
And fuck all my xbitches | |
chorus 2 | |
Fuck you, fuck you, especially you | |
The world ain' t yours, the world ain' t yours | |
repeat | |
Now i hear you sayin' ' yeah i used to fuck ' em' | |
Not lettin' ' em know i was a young buck then | |
Niggaz axin' me ' man, did you love her?' | |
Loved her stupid ass enough to fuck her with a rubber bitch | |
Now i hear, i' m your big brother who? | |
Second cousin, friend | |
Bitch since when? | |
Incest ain' t the way i swing nah | |
Never bought your ass a goddamn thing | |
That i had to pay for | |
I was hateful | |
Ungrateful uh and never faithful | |
Fuckin' everything that i could get my paws on | |
Walkin' through hell with gasoline draws on | |
Now i' m on the mic, music is my life | |
Kids and a wife, heard you was a dite damn | |
It' s your thing if you like the switches | |
But it' s my world and fuck all my xbitches | |
chorus 1 | |
chorus 2 | |
ice cube talking | |
Never go down the same road twice | |
Advice from the big homie ice cube | |
Hmm, girl you better get away from here | |
I don' t want that shit no more | |
Na, na ahem, and don' t be callin' at my mama' house neither | |
I' m through wit' you. i' m through wit' you | |
I done got smarter. i done got smarter | |
I ain' t fuckin' wit' your daughter |