Ice Cube - Get Used To It lyrics

[Ice Cube] If you try to get with me, pull a four and a fifty f** your monkey a** up, like Bobby did Whitney Trigger fingers get itchy, when n***az get b**hy And they need they story told on Jerry or Ricki Pull your green in your iffy, I'm clean and I'm spiffy If they lock me up today I'll be back in a jiffy All my n***az that's with me, all my b**hes are picky To ride around us right on time, b**h you know it's tricky Take a hit of the sticky, everybody get tipsy When we hittin' that whiskey, all my n***az get pissy Don't f** with no sissy, all we bumpin' is missy If you know where I am, motherf**er come get me I'm a man not a Mickey, all my n***az love hickies that don't go away 'til you're well in your sixties All I'm wearin' is Dickies, don't try to evict me When we come to Atlanta we gon' re-open Nikki's [Chorus - X2] And y'all better get use to it And y'all better get use to it And y'all better get use to it And y'all better get use to it [W.C.] Barracuda with it, call security f** the dress code, I'm in a white T with j**elry Hand to my side with my nine, sat lyin' back In the club with your baby mama in my lap Lookin' fly like I got a pocket full of stones Pro fitted on, wearin' chronic cologne Big watch, big rocks, grip glocks, dick guap What you n***az thought, motherf**er this is Lench Mob Dub make the trigger knock, talk sh** I'll put additional air condition holes in your Bentley top And shorty got 'em gettin' low, I rich rolls Swervin' on them MVP's, I call 'em Kobe's cause they 24's Still spittin' out sunflowers, Dub and Don Dadda Bustin' more gun powder than gun towers Down South, y'all can Screw it, it's the West, too truest Keep the party jumpin' like do it fluid and never lose it [Chorus - X2] And y'all better get use to it And y'all better get use to it And y'all better get use to it And y'all better get use to it [The Game] Who my gangsta rap teacher? (Ice Cube) n***a you better know it It's the Don Dadda Jr. slash motherf**in' poet Sit back and take notes while I spin like hundred spokes My flow is razor sharp, I'm comin' straight for your throat With that West Coast, g**n, watch him when his chain hang East Coast, Down South, n***az do the same thang Throw up your dubs like Wu-Tang, who bang harder than that n***a bailin' through your hood with two chains Swangin' like his nuts, 'cause he don't give a f** Bout no n***a that ain't bangin' in no khakis or some Chuck's It's that Westside, Connect'd with that n***a who flow so wreckless He spent a hundred thousand on his necklace, I'll bet this motherf**in' Coast ain't got sh** after me Ain't have sh** before Cube except a W.C. The Maad Circle is back, with mad purple in fact I'm bout to join the Lench Mob, that's me squirtin' the mac, motherf**ers [Chorus - X2] And y'all better get use to it And y'all better get use to it And y'all better get use to it And y'all better get use to it