מילים לשיר If I Was Fucking You – Ice Cube

Intro) ('Big Worm' talking) Yeah that's cool Er everything closed so we just We might as well just go straight to the hotel And just get some rest Let me slide this dick up on in ya (Ice Cube) If I was fucking you right about now You'd have a dick stuck in you (yeah) Have to go brag to your fucking crew On how this rap nigga dick you down Kendo passed them guts and didn't have to kick you down Do we know about your X Who this bitch nigga wit' you now? And all the niggaz that you think about fucking And your sex styles? (K If I was fucking you, shit, it'd be like drama (yeah) And all the shit you know you really wanna do when we buzz it (hahaha) So do what I tell you and everything'll be alright And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac) You're cute as fuck, plus that ass is tight (hype) Get the fuck on 'fore these niggaz start to fight I can see it in your eyes, you wanna fuck tonight Give Herden everything, she got a fool in love (fool) Gave it up to me and gangsta after the club (Mr Short Khop) If I was fucking you, I'd be pakin the piss The horny weight dick gettin' laid is for chips Bitch I'm tryina' make grits Him in with the trojan pack 'o six Hin the gin and juice the mix No time to pause, gots to drop draws With tactics, nigga used two proper lactics (double Prep through a half spankin', breakin' down walls Hit the twat chopper style Bang it up back (echo) If I was fucking you (echo) (overlapping) ooh, oo, yeah, a, ahh, uhh, uh, come on (Verse 2) (Ice Cube) Kill, this pussy yours Doin' chores for a nigga If I was fucking you, you'd be like fuck everybody Washin' dishes, rubbin' floors Open doors for a nigga Ridin' shotgun, holdin' forty At the motelly, got you on your belly In come morcelli Niggaz calling K Do it like Arthur Fonzarelli, hit the lights So we can try to reform these potential dites (K Buying nigga shit, that you don't even know (mm) If I was fucking you, you'd be spendin' all your dough (yeah) Credit card maxed out Bank account tapped out Writin' bad cheques (hahaha) Will as you do whatever, live your life just to please me When I call you break your neck These buster You do whatever please me, runnin' burs while I take it easy (He was fucking me?) for sheazly (Mr Short Khop) Run up in the guts bust nuts and we're through If I was fucking you, I'd let the homies fuck too Hey you feenin' cooch screamin', heatin' cleanin' Keep it low, put it in your grill cos you love me With video footage of you giving nigga scully (got you) Tag Hold it till you've chocked off the bitched and got got And roll one to smoke, grab my shit and shake my spot Nineteen inches of complicated funk. hahahaha (Intro) ('Big Worm' talking) Ango urgin', probably be vomiting dick for a week though Suckin' on semen, hahahahahahah. Hmmm. be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.