Ice Cube - $100 Dollar Bill Ya'll lyrics

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Ice Cube - $100 Dollar Bill Ya'll lyrics

Get numbers, get names Thick dames Headhunters get brains Big thangs Give n***as sh**stains The sh**, man And don't you forget, man. We be The best of CG Greedy Abduct the PD See me? n***a, not in 3D. Be me? Hah, it's not easy. I'm breezy And off the Heezy Me and my woman's like George & Wheezy Movin' on up, n***as use to tease me See me on top It makes you queasy. Sick with it b**h, I'm Bruce Lee Seduce me You're nice and juicy In the parking lot, I gots to get mine Why the f** we goin' in when there's b**hes in line? I spend my time watchin' b**hes' behinds Thinkin' bad sh** in the back of my mind I bump and grind with nothing less than a dime Making movie money, you still investin' in rhymes. [Chorus] And I'm in this b**h With a hundred dollar bill, y'all About to spend this b**h I'm in this b**h I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all About to spend this b**h I'm in this b**h Who got a hundred dollar bill, y'all? About to spend this b**h I'm in this b**h I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all About to spend this b**h. I'm in here Got all you freaks lookin' When we walk by, p**y start cookin' Rookies start tookin' Get your a** up, V.I.P. section's gettin' tooken Might dance, might not Might spend enough Cool as hell, but still pipin' hot Soon as I find a spot All my people gather 'round The n***a with the shiny watch--me Ice Cube, motherf**er Next to me, you a test tube motherf**er We kinda rude, motherf**er Get too close and bucka! Bucka! Bucka! Don't want no problems, y'all f** around, I'll pull out the problem-solv' And watch E pills dissolve Nine times out of ten, you hoes involved. [Chorus] Get numbers, get names Thick dames Headhunters get brains Big thangs Give n***as sh**stains The sh**, man And don't you forget, man. Security pat downs I'm a star, motherf**er I been put' the gat down I been put' the mack down But check the people that I'm with 'Cause they'll lay you flat down And they'll do it right now Yeah, you scared of the phone numbers that a n***a might dial Club-hop, car shows, picnics Big cars, big j**els, big dicks Rush doors Or gotta hop the fence Blow this door Gotta blow my rent Gotta show my a**, then go repent Gotta call in sick And tell 'em where I went. [Chorus]

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