Ice Cube - If I Was Fuckin You (feat. Mr. Short Khop, K-Mac, Fazon 'Big Worm' Love )

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 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 Who this bitch nigga wit' you now? Do we know about your x-files? And your sex styles? And all the niggas that you think about fucking And all the shit you know you really wanna do when we buzz it (ha ha ha) If I was fucking you, shit, it'd be like drama (yeah) And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac) So do what I tell you and everything'll be alright You're cute as fuck, plus that ass is tight (hype) Get the fuck on 'fore these niggas 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 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 Prep through a half spankin', breakin' down walls With tactics, nigga used two proper lactics (double-up) Hit the twat chopper style Bang it up back (echo) [Chorus] If I was fucking you (echo) (overlapping) ooh, oh, yeah, a, ah, uh, uh, come on If I was fucking you, you'd be like fuck everybody Kill, this pussy yours Washin' dishes, rubbin' floors Doin' chores for a nigga Open doors for a nigga Ridin' shotgun, holdin' forty-fours for a nigga At the motelly, got you on your belly In come morcelli Niggas calling k-mac, bitches calling kelly Do it like arthur fonzarelli, hit the lights So we can try to reform these potential dites If I was fucking you, you'd be spendin' all your dough (yeah) Buying nigga shit, that you don't even know (mm) Credit card maxed out Bank account tapped out Writin' bad cheques (ha ha ha) When I call you break your neck You do whatever please me, runnin' burs while I take it easy Will as you do whatever, live your life just to please me These buster-ass niggas make the shit so easy (he was fucking me? ) for sheazly If I was fucking you, I'd let the homies fuck too Run up in the guts bust nuts and we're through Hey you feenin' Cooch screamin', heatin' cleanin' Tag-teamin', suckin' semen (echo) Keep it low, put it in your grill cos you love me With video footage of you giving nigga scully (got you) Hold it till you've chocked off the bitched and got got And roll one to smoke, grab my shit and shake my spot [Chorus] Nineteen inches of complicated funk. Ango urgin', probably be vomiting dick for a week though Suckin' on semen, Hm be careful what you wish for, you just might get it