Related Pronunciations
Cooked To British Perfection
Spitting Like A Freshly Cooked Roast.
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Shit!
Yo!
Juss wakin' up in tha mornnin', gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barkin' from the dog, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out
Hooked it up fo' later as I hit the do'
Thinkin', "Will I live another twenty-fo'?"
I gotta go 'cause I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop, at a red light
Lookin' in my mirror, not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kym, and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and I'm akksin' y'all
Which park, are y'all playin' basketball?
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple-double
Freakin' niggas every way like M.J.
I can't believe, today was a good day
Drove to the pad, and hit the showers
Didn't even get no static from them cowards
'Caus jus' yesterday, dem fools tried ta blast me
Saw da police, and they rolled right past me
No flexin', didn't even look in a nigga's direction
As I ran the intersection
Went to Short Dog's house, they was watchin' Yo! MTV Raps
What's the 'haps on the craps?
Shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em!
Roll 'em in a circle of niggas, and watch me break 'em
Wit' tha seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven, even Back Do' Lil' Joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I'm yellin' "Domino!"
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A.
Today was a good day
(Shit!)
Left my nigga's house paid
Picked up a girl been tryynta fuck since the twelth grade
It's ironic, I had the brew, she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics
I felt on her big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy and killed the punanni
And my dick runs deep, so deep, so deep
Put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
She didn't hesitate to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I'm coastin'
Took another sip of the potion, hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off, and then chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn't even see a Barry flashin' those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in tha mornnin', got tha Fat Burger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read, "Ice Cube's a pimp!"
Drunk as hell, but no thowwin' up
Halfway home, and my pager's still blowwin' up
Today, I diddn't even havvta use my AK
I gotta say it was a good day
(Shhhhit!)