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Ice Cube( O'Shea Jackson Sr. )
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Child Support - edited version
Bucker, I'll beat yo' bad ass
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings Nothin' but my children one shot, they disappearin' Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings Nothin' but my children one shot, they disappearin'
Bitch niggas still wanna check my urine Still can't believe what you see and what you're hearin' You motherfuckers thought you knew the whole story Until your mama took a nigga on Maury Read your test results, are you the father? I looked at his bitch ass, told him: Don't bother I'm the father of this gangsta shit Never thought that I have a bunch of bastard kids Lil' bad ass kids, I whoop they ass every night Send the paramedics, bitch, and the black and white I brought you in this world, I'll take you out Do you ugly, so mama can't make you out You know my style, a colt file a report I'm a deadbeat daddy, no child support You get fooled like the last trick, get it out your ass You know my pyroclastic flow, come on
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings Nothin' but my children one shot, they disappearin' Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings Nothin' but my children one shot, they disappearin'
You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch
Ya'll niggas know, ya'll bitches know Where you get it from, who's the original You got your daddy's mouth, talk like a criminal Keep it gangsta, son, never get pigeon holed Rap bastards tryin' to make a classic Keep your dumb ass out of the casket 'Cause Interscope'll spend your money, they don't give a fuck About a dead rapper, nigga, they'll chop it up Keep it movin', y'all, they'll come mop it up Corrupt LAPD cover up Everyday nigga, we know drama They ain't lookin' for Osama, ask Biggie's mama Thank God that the gangsta's back We ain't got to put up with this brainless rap May your lungs collapse, MCs are funny All you can rap about is pussy and money, come on
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings Nothin' but my children one shot, they disappearin' Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings Nothin' but my children one shot, they disappearin'
You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch
All y'all rappers should kiss and make up Take your bullshit jewelry back to Jacob Get your mind right, nigga, and start to wake up 'Cause the whole rap industry needs to shake up You got million dollar niggas killin' million dollar niggas Bustin' outta Bentleys, wearin' chinchillas There you go again, rollin' in your limo Comin' from the Grammy's, shootin' out the window I know the scripture, but there's something wrong with this picture What you mad about, diamonds all in your mouth No car, no nigga's house paid off I never heard of a rapper gettin' laid off Boy, you a fool or you just act crazy Or you a grown crack baby born in the eighties To all you motherfuckers say I went Hollywood I'm gangsta, I know when I got it good
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings Nothin' but my children one shot, they disappearin' Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings Nothin' but my children one shot, they disappearin'
You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch
Young rappers lookin' for pocket change With boo-boo lyrics, go get your diaper change Young rappers lookin' for pocket change With boo-boo lyrics, go get your diaper change
Smell like shit Hey, baby, change this motherfucker You smell like shit
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