Cash Over Ass

What's up Cube dog? I got this bitch-ass nigga right here Ya know, fuckin' with this tramp-ass bitch Puttin' her before the scrill' all the time, ya know what I'm sayin'? Man I got this nigga transcripts and every-motherfuckin'-thing Tellin' this bitch all my motherfuckin' business Puttin' ass over cash everyday Nigga fuck that, this West side Be gone you fuckin' peon, got the Don furious Talkin' on the phone got the Federal curious I'm serious! I don't give a fuck where he is Snatch him out the factory, bring his ass back to me How the fuck you think I got the name Bossalini? (Punk) Mack God Rap Genie, you can't see me Up in this game ever since you was a lame Y'all train at my school, nigga I rule You never make me holla, smokin' on a 15 dolla' From across the water, watch your daughter She might catch the Holy Ghost from this rap sermon While you vermin smokin' Sherman, I'm rollin' somethin' German, bitch Money earnin' makin' mo' money (ching ching) Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy Don't need no honey, that's right 'Cause I'm thinkin' with my big head, fuck what my dick said! (Fuck) We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day Go on let the players play (but the hustlers) (We some money makin' motherfuckers, I know that you love us!) We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day Go on let the players play (but the hustlers) (We some money makin' motherfuckers, I know that you love us!) Now, who's that nigga got these bitches lookin' silly? (Me) I'm the Big Willie for rilly, the real dilly You can ask Phillie 'cause I got a year's supply (yup!) You must want to die, don't get the lye After dark up at Griffith Park, shallow grave For the mark check his heart, the game about to start Big things automatic pu-tang (automatic) Keep your mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches If it twitches give it stitches If it jiggles or switches, fuck and take pictures, now I'm livin' in a two-point zone, and I'm still bumpin' Call me in the clutch, ain't lost my touch Nigga what? On the microphone If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it home Tight as a Corleone You got to get your own, baby get on, now We puttin' cash over ass, each and every motherfuckin' day Go on let the players play (but the hustlers) (We some money makin' motherfuckers, I know that you love us!) We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day Go on let them players play (but the hustlers) (We some money makin' motherfuckers, I know that you love us!) Get your ass up and go to work, 'cause you know On payday, nigga that shit gon' hurt Fuckin' with a skirt instead of handlin' your business Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes I'm suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin' fuck over finance 'Specially fuckin' up my plans I'm the boss, I can be late But you'll never see her and me, over currency Givin' you the third degree, 'cause you got Too many broke bitches in your life bankin' for a penny Stop fuckin' on them dumb-dumbs Find one with some ass and some income Who want to win? (Me!) who want to spin? (Me!) Who want to make (me!), 25 eight? (me) Ice Cube the great (Ice Cube the great!), pushin' rhymes like weight (whatchu got?!) We puttin' cash over ass, each and every goddamn day Go on let the players play (but the hustlers) (We some money makin' motherfuckers, I know that you love us!) We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day Go ahead and let the players play (but the hustlers) (We some money makin' motherfuckers, I know that you love us!) We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day Go on let the players play (but the hustlers) (We some money makin' motherfuckers, I know, I know that you love us!) We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day Go on let the players play (but the hustlers) (We some money makin' motherfuckers, I know that you love us! I know, I know) Never put that hoe in front of that dough nigga Never (for what?) Fuck a bitch nigga For what? She ain't gon' love you if you ain't got no dough fool Yeah nigga you better gotta come up Scrilla scrilla y'all (never ass over cash nigga) Scrilla scrilla y'all (we greedy) Cha-ching (she can push some CD's, push some keys) Cha-ching (ha ha ha, make the bitches shake they tit-ties) Cha-ching, cha-ching (over money) Cha-ching, cha-ching (never ass over cash) Never ass over cash