Ice Cube ft B Real Don t Lie ft Westside Gunn Snoop Dogg 2025

Come through, shine on you niggas Stop lying on a nigga, got my nine on your level **** around and go blind on a nigga Do time for a nigga, put your mind on your mirror All you niggas that's materialistic Don't **** with your boy or become a statistic Ice Cube is very artistic But I'm still from the hood, we'll take your existence Some motherfuckers trying to scratch my paint It's West Coast in the house, what the **** you think? I'm hot, Big Frank got spit on my outfit Cause I'm fly and your ass ain't about ---- I let that bullshit do what it's supposed to do Go to the club, grab me a hoe or two Understand, God has a chosen few **** around and I'll put some hoes in you You see my low low, doing what it's supposed to do And that photo, doing what it's supposed to do Doing what it's supposed to do If you picture me rollin' in that big body wide thing a n***a controllin' Y'all jealous of the ass that a n***a be holdin' Ain't scared of the Pope knowin' what they patrollin' Got a job, mothafucka, I work for myself I got benefits, bitch, then I want help I do it 24-7, I rob 7-Eleven if I had to I take it straight back to heaven with an attitude Everybody think they fly now, but ain't nobody flyer You ever cook the hash for brick in the air fryer Shootin' out the Lambo truck till I be flyer Cases everywhere, burnt a hole in the tire Made his whole face lock up, my ---- fire Forties in the bus, but today I wore the wires Don't talk too loud, Lord, he got the wire Chinatown walkin', aprons on, back to China N****s got them Mike Tyson bags, it'll spite us Call a Ryan, I need two n****s slipin' Flyin' broad, everybody wanna be like him Back to the back, but I still like to drive it Nothing hurt worse than a ---- gun dyin' Nightmare's my whole bit, I'm at the showers with the knifers P-Murder bout two cells down, he real righteous Respected by the one-to-one n****s to the lifers We got n****s wearin' ---- bags in the diapers Stomach full of staples on the **** n***a diet Knee on the neck, now everybody riot You big killer n****s do the mad people signs You wrote my autograph, kiss my hand, I'm your highness Takes the word, better turn two, I'm a psychic My n****s shoot your whole block down for excitement Flyin' guard, the one who made thunder and lightning Who made water wet, I need sly, I can find me My code positive, you dropped yours, your ---- minus Woke up middle of the night, my celly cryin' The n***a got an L, he realized he gon' die then He gon' die then Jet fuel in the air, metal fingers everywhere A hundred deep up in here, yeah **** the haters, we don't care Fist a mile high, grunt brown hair Jet fuel in the air, metal fingers everywhere A hundred deep up in here, yeah **** the haters, we don't care Fist a mile high, grunt brown hair As I fill up my papers, the haters catchin' the vapors You know I'm holdin' the flavors The neighbors smell it when I sell it and the hype is major People shell it, gotta have it if you crossin' the fader I wanna give a prescription, I got you dabbin' And hittin' the cush, shiftin' and shinin' We push harder than ever Worse or better, we endeavor to grind Movin' with my family together We on the jet fuel, pushin' to the highest level Call me Johannes Rebel, smokin' the finest devil Call me Green Thumb, bitch, remember mine forever Jet fuel in the air, metal fingers everywhere A hundred deep up in here, yeah **** the haters, we don't care Fist a mile high, grunt brown hair Jet fuel in the air, metal fingers everywhere A hundred deep up in here, yeah **** the haters, we don't care Fist a mile high, grunt brown hair I got your medication See, we lacin' the nation What we blazin's amazing Still interrupt the year here I'm the dream that you're chasin' With you takin' up the hit, I knew your heart be racin' See, I be burnin' with Burnham Because me and Burnham know Mary's a very good earther She be turnin' up and you can never get enough Can never spend it up, you just wanna spend it up Don't, don't, don't move for hesitation Cause if you waitin', people takin' medication We gon' diss it, green tongue tell us Why you waitin' so long? This ain't no pre-run, homie What we serve is the bomb Jet fuel in the air, metal fingers everywhere A hundred deep up in here, yeah **** the haters, we don't care Fist a mile high, grunt brown hair Jet fuel in the air, metal fingers everywhere A hundred deep up in here, yeah **** the haters, we don't care Fist a mile high, grunt brown hair Let me tell you somethin' It's everybody's favorite crip cause Snoop Dogg Been duckin' these RuPaul's since RuPaul's They're throwin' them blue drawers Bitch niggas Blood on both sides like switch handles Snitches get stitches, send flicks to get niggas But you can smoke with me cause you need six figures Ask your bitch about the dick Yeah, my ---- glit, nigga What you talkin' bout? If it ain't what I'm talkin' then why we talkin', nigga? Cause I done changed so many lives with my vibe Make sure my crips and my rules all survive Long beach throwin' up seeds in my stars Hollywood star, twin towers with the bars, nigga Switchin' bitches like I switch cars Little homies on go and keep the licks for us Walkin' in the church, smellin' like a lit force We still good cause the real one kept the ---- goin' Nigga, what you talkin' bout? If it ain't what I'm talkin' then why we talkin', nigga? Make so much money, everybody gotta love me But that comes with the game, my nigga Hate it, I love it So what we really talkin' bout if we ain't talkin' bout What I'm talkin' bout cause what I'm talkin' bout Sophisticated, crippin' with the ghetto swag Three-piece suit with a black and a yellow rag Tied in a knot, rollin' down the laundry Got my eyes on the opps, got my eyes on the cops Got my eyes on the block, fresh off stage Rich or broke, loco, ---- don't change Where I'm from, nigga What you talkin' bout? Everybody put your hands to the motherfuckin' ceiling Baby girl gonna pull your weed back D-O-G-O, yeah, he back And I'm steppin' out the all-blue leaf sack Word on the streets, yeah, nigga, I got the feedback I don't trip off, I get the tip off Before the grip off Yeah, homie, I'm the biz off I got them finger-lickin' chickens with the scissors And one of my hoes known to cut your dick off Leave you stuck in the land of the lizards I'm back at the mansion, cold as the grizzles 17 acres, the dog when he kiss us A whole lot to you, but a little of me That's what you get for fuckin' with me Ain't that right, shot money from the DPC G-U-Nick