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  • 作词 : Hearne, Ice Cube, Johnson
    作曲 : Joseph Johnson/O'Shea Jackson/Joseph Hearne
    Damn, what you doing over here? whassup?
    Yeah i was thinking about you the other day
    And i was thinking i should have never ****** wit' your ass
    I should have left you right where i founnd you
    My bed (echo)
    [verse 1]
    When i was with you all you ever do was *************
    Talk *************t, but you could suck *************
    So i didn't sweat all the fussin' and cussin'
    On new year's eve, the night i was bussin'(wow)
    I would stress and strain to mantain
    And didn't need to hear your mother******g ass complain
    About *************z in the house (mm), feet on the couch
    Talkin' all loud (yeah), blunt in my mouth (yeah)
    ************* i got fifty cents on this genesis
    Talkin' 'bout *************z got to vacate the premises
    (she's dead) homie histor
    An' outa nowhere your ass got hard
    Poured out the pub, then you got drugged
    We at it again, i tried to count to ten
    There's no end to your naggin'
    You can't treat me like i'm faggin', hoe
    You see i'm saggin' (no)
    Why i gotta act like a mother******g ******* (why)
    To be king of my mother******g castle
    You'll never be the missus (never)
    Breakin' all my dishes
    And ************* all my x-*******
    [chorus 1]
    ************* you, ************* you and ************* you
    The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours
    (repeat)
    [verse 2]
    On an' off, off an' on, ************* i'm grown
    So stop playing on my phone (stop)
    It was a time we used to bump and grind
    And find heaven (ahh)
    Without a mother******g reverend
    Managoua twages and bomb-ass massages
    And dreams of three-car garages
    You say i'm cheating when i'm up at the studio
    Come to find out you the hoe, oh
    And you was way out
    Talkin' 'bout rap, was gonna play ya
    And i was wasting my time writing rhyme (hahaha)
    You made yourself loud and clear
    You wanted me to choose between you and my career (*************)
    Started ******g with this baller named chris
    Couldn't resist the rolex on his wrist
    I kept on writing my raps with profanity
    Now i'm on tour ******g ******* like fanady
    You tried to diss this, now you missed this
    And the first and fifteenth is like chris******as
    Send me naked pictures but give it a rest
    With mrs ice cube tatood on your breast
    Now you at the back door of my show
    Dressed like a hoe, axin' could you blow (no),
    Hell no but it's still delicious
    Went from rags to riches
    And ************* all my x-*******
    [chorus 2]
    ************* you, ************* you, especially you
    The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours
    (repeat)
    Now i hear you sayin' 'yeah i used to ************* 'em'
    Not lettin' 'em know i was a young buck then
    *************z axin' me 'man, did you love her?'
    Loved her stupid ass enough to ************* her with a rubber (*************)
    Now i hear, i'm your big brother (who?)
    Second cousin, friend
    ************* since when?
    Incest ain't the way i swing (nah)
    Never bought your ass a goddamn thing
    That i had to pay for
    I was hateful
    Ungrateful (uh) and never faithful
    ******' everything that i could get my paws on
    Walkin' through hell with gasoline draws on
    Now i'm on the mic, music is my life
    Kids and a wife, heard you was a dite (damn)
    It's your thing if you like the switches
    But it's my world and ************* all my x-*******
    (chorus 1)
    (chorus 2)
    [ice cube talking]
    Never go down the same road twice
    Advice from the big homie ice cube
    Hmm, girl you better get away from here
    I don't want that *************t no more
    Na,na ahem, and don't be callin' at my mama' house neither
    I'm through wit' you. i'm through wit' you
    I done got smarter. i done got smarter
    I ain't ******' wit' your daughter
  • 作词 : Hearne, Ice Cube, Johnson
    作曲 : Joseph Johnson/O'Shea Jackson/Joseph Hearne
    Damn, what you doing over here? whassup?
    Yeah i was thinking about you the other day
    And i was thinking i should have never ****** wit' your ass
    I should have left you right where i founnd you
    My bed (echo)
    [verse 1]
    When i was with you all you ever do was *************
    Talk *************t, but you could suck *************
    So i didn't sweat all the fussin' and cussin'
    On new year's eve, the night i was bussin'(wow)
    I would stress and strain to mantain
    And didn't need to hear your mother******g ass complain
    About *************z in the house (mm), feet on the couch
    Talkin' all loud (yeah), blunt in my mouth (yeah)
    ************* i got fifty cents on this genesis
    Talkin' 'bout *************z got to vacate the premises
    (she's dead) homie histor
    An' outa nowhere your ass got hard
    Poured out the pub, then you got drugged
    We at it again, i tried to count to ten
    There's no end to your naggin'
    You can't treat me like i'm faggin', hoe
    You see i'm saggin' (no)
    Why i gotta act like a mother******g ******* (why)
    To be king of my mother******g castle
    You'll never be the missus (never)
    Breakin' all my dishes
    And ************* all my x-*******
    [chorus 1]
    ************* you, ************* you and ************* you
    The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours
    (repeat)
    [verse 2]
    On an' off, off an' on, ************* i'm grown
    So stop playing on my phone (stop)
    It was a time we used to bump and grind
    And find heaven (ahh)
    Without a mother******g reverend
    Managoua twages and bomb-ass massages
    And dreams of three-car garages
    You say i'm cheating when i'm up at the studio
    Come to find out you the hoe, oh
    And you was way out
    Talkin' 'bout rap, was gonna play ya
    And i was wasting my time writing rhyme (hahaha)
    You made yourself loud and clear
    You wanted me to choose between you and my career (*************)
    Started ******g with this baller named chris
    Couldn't resist the rolex on his wrist
    I kept on writing my raps with profanity
    Now i'm on tour ******g ******* like fanady
    You tried to diss this, now you missed this
    And the first and fifteenth is like chris******as
    Send me naked pictures but give it a rest
    With mrs ice cube tatood on your breast
    Now you at the back door of my show
    Dressed like a hoe, axin' could you blow (no),
    Hell no but it's still delicious
    Went from rags to riches
    And ************* all my x-*******
    [chorus 2]
    ************* you, ************* you, especially you
    The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours
    (repeat)
    Now i hear you sayin' 'yeah i used to ************* 'em'
    Not lettin' 'em know i was a young buck then
    *************z axin' me 'man, did you love her?'
    Loved her stupid ass enough to ************* her with a rubber (*************)
    Now i hear, i'm your big brother (who?)
    Second cousin, friend
    ************* since when?
    Incest ain't the way i swing (nah)
    Never bought your ass a goddamn thing
    That i had to pay for
    I was hateful
    Ungrateful (uh) and never faithful
    ******' everything that i could get my paws on
    Walkin' through hell with gasoline draws on
    Now i'm on the mic, music is my life
    Kids and a wife, heard you was a dite (damn)
    It's your thing if you like the switches
    But it's my world and ************* all my x-*******
    (chorus 1)
    (chorus 2)
    [ice cube talking]
    Never go down the same road twice
    Advice from the big homie ice cube
    Hmm, girl you better get away from here
    I don't want that *************t no more
    Na,na ahem, and don't be callin' at my mama' house neither
    I'm through wit' you. i'm through wit' you
    I done got smarter. i done got smarter
    I ain't ******' wit' your daughter