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 asshole (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 asshole (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
