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ICE CUBE lyrics : "Hundred Dollar Bill Y'all"

Get numbers, get names
Thick dames
Headhunters get brains

Big thangs
Give ^!$$%s %#@!stains
The %#@!, man

And don't you forget, man.

We be

The best of CG
Greedy
Abduct the PD

See me?
^!$$%, not in 3D.
Be me?

Hah, it's not easy.
I'm breezy
And off the Heezy

Me and my woman's like George & Wheezy
Movin' on up, ^!$$%s use to tease me
See me on top

It makes you queasy.
Sick with it
(*##$, I'm Bruce Lee

Seduce me
You're nice and juicy
In the parking lot, I gots to get mine

Why the $#&@ we goin' in when there's (*##$es in line?
I spend my time watchin' (*##$es' behinds
Thinkin' bad %#@! in the back of my mind

I bump and grind with nothing less than a dime
Making movie money, you still investin' in rhymes.


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And I'm in this (*##$
With a hundred dollar bill, y'all

About to spend this (*##$
I'm in this (*##$
I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all

About to spend this (*##$
I'm in this (*##$
Who got a hundred dollar bill, y'all?

About to spend this (*##$
I'm in this (*##$
I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all

About to spend this (*##$.

I'm in here

Got all you freaks lookin'
When we walk by, #~!!@ start cookin'
Rookies start tookin'

Get your $$# up, V.I.P. section's gettin' tooken
Might dance, might not
might spend enough

Cool as hell, but still pipin' hot
Soon as I find a spot
All my people gather 'round

The ^!$$% with the shiny watch--me
Ice Cube, mother$#&@er
Next to me, you a test tube mother$#&@er

We kinda rude, mother$#&@er
Get too close and bucka! Bucka! Bucka!
Don't want no problems, y'all

$#&@ around, I'll pull out the problem-solv'
and watch E pills dissolve
nine times out of ten, you hoes involved.


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Get numbers, get names
Thick dames
Headhunters get brains

Big thangs
Give ^!$$%s %#@!stains
The %#@!, man

And don't you forget, man.

Security pat downs
I'm a star, mother$#&@er
I been put' the gat down

I been put' the mack down
But check the people that I'm with
'Cause they'll lay you flat down
And they'll do it right now
Yeah, you scared of the phone numbers that a ^!$$% might dial

Club-hop, car shows, picnics
Big cars, big jewels, big dicks
Rush doors
Or gotta hop the fence
Blow this door

Gotta blow my rent
Gotta show my $$#, then go repent
Gotta call in sick
And tell 'em where I went.


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