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Let's Get Blown

de Ice Cube

Yeah
Gangsta

(Verse 1)
Tell me all my children fore i come throught is the hood in the buildin'(yes)
You wont belive what im dealing this west coas shit, oh what a feelin (ahhhh)
Niggaz think im drug dealin cus i roled out with no muthafuckin' sealing (none)
Is he worth a hundren million no need to ask Ice Cube how im livin (im living loc)
I still got the recipe, South Central LA is the pedigree
Dont try to tell me wuh it better be, i have your ass up in physical therapy
I outlaw like a Cherokee, the rap industry tried to bury me
But if i die on a mike of a leraby im so heavy u bitches couldnt carry me

(Chorus)
Get money, spend money, no money, lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a fuck)
Your money aint my fucking money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Get money, spend money, no money, lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a fuck)
Your money aint my fucking money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)

(Verse 2)
I dont accept no disrespect only thing i expect is self check
Just grin and bare it, got an ass whooping that your ass dont wanna inherit
Most rappers are parrots, they say what they told to say to get a neck fool of carrots
Got your momma embarrassed, how long before they callin' us terrorists nigga-im serious (I)
Keep it gangsta but i keeps a job cus its, hard to sleep when u steal and rob (and ya)
Got to run cus here comes the blob cus, Uncle Sam is like part of the Mobb
Break your self he'll take your wealth dont get it twisted u a muthafuckin' elf
And SantaClause will go for self all u got is your balls and your health

(Chorus)
Get money, spend money, no money, lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a fuck)
Your money aint my fucking money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Get money, spend money, no money, lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a fuck)
Your money aint my fucking money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)

(Verse 3)
Niggaz brag about what they got, but we dont own a skyscraper, now thats paypa
One generation from slums, happy for these little crumb...you little bums
We saw u pull up but nigga shut up (Shut up), you always talk about a fuckin' car or truck
You always talkin' bout some fuckin' rims on terrior, that kinda shit will keep an ass inferior
Im tryina eat tomorro, not tryina hear bout the little bitty shit u ball
Saw your little bitty house on cribs, where u fuck your wife and feed your kids (uhuhh)
Nigga be quiet aint shit private, everything for sail u can buy it
All this self snitchin', all this self tellin' muthafuckas going back to the watermelon

(Chorus) x3
Get money, spend money, no money, lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a fuck)
Your money aint my fucking money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Get money, spend money, no money, lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a fuck)
Your money aint my fucking money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)

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