Sir Jinx - Get Off My Dick and Tell Yo b**h to Come Here (Remix) lyrics

[Flavor Flav] Stay off his dick! [Verse 1: Ice Cube] n***a, some don't think I can flow, so here we go To a new track, to show the wack, that I can throw Styles that show up, I blow up and blast here n***as still tripping off the sh** I said last year About a b**h is a b**h is a ho is a s*ut And I don't like n***as on my nuts! So I dedicate this one to the groupie And the Charlie, all on my Snoopy Brothers keep askin, "Ice Cube yo when will you bust" They surround me and make a big fuss Now I was taught, back on my block That you don't ride on nobody's jock For anything they do, fu*k him and his crew Unless, you were gettin paid too! I'm not saying this to diss each and every fan Women you can ride; men, be a man! Shake my hand, and make it a FIRM shake Say, "Whattup Ice Cube?" and then break Cause if you're hanging near I'mma tell you loud and clear Get off my my dick, n***a, and tell your b**h to come here Motherf**er, back up off me I'm not signing no autographs, I'm not giving no free t-shirts And I'm not HAVING none of this bullsh** you're talking YouknowhatI'msayin? [Verse 2] I step into the club to rub-a-dub It seems like all the little hoes fall in love With my money, cause yo about a year ago I was just your ordinary average everyday crazy a** broke But you know, I just can't be equal Cause they know I know a lot of famous people But to a one-night stand, there's no sequel Here's the pickle, pretend it's a Popsicle See, for a fat booty, I do damage They think I'm a star, so I take advantage It's just another Ice Cube groupie fest She's a ho cause they knew her at the front desk Told her to meet me at the room 110 And the b**h showed up with her boyfriend I let him in, all he could do was grin He had a camera, a t-shirt, a pad and pen He said, "Yo, Ice Cube, can you sign this?" I only did it cause his b**h was the finest She blew me a kiss and gave a bitter frown Like, "How can we get rid of this clown?" Me and her sat down, he got a little jealous Cause his punk a** sat in the middle of us And he asked me question after question It felt like a motherf**ing interview session Then his girl got up, I heard the door shut And he was still there, swinging from my nuts I said, "Get the fu*k out!" and made it loud and clear Get off my dick, n***a, and tell your b**h to come here I see me about ten mark a** motherf**ing fans Knock on the door, talking about wha**up? Yo man, it was about a hundred and twenty dicks man n***as start, n***as coming out of hotel rooms Without no b**hes! They can get gaffled like they in a motherf**ing raffle Punk a** [Verse 3] Yo, I respect the respectable If your girl is all on my dick, check the ho Say, "Yeah that n***a he can rap fly But you know, stars are up in the sky" Cause all I got is hard dick and bubblegum Just ran out my last stick is where I'm coming from I'm not telling you to diss Mr. Ice Cube Cause you know, I'm the one that can show and prove Now groupie girls, I just make em wait But the groupie boys, I can't tolerate I hate it so much, I'mma start giving stitches To the n***as that's staring like b**hes Cause I'm not a fairy, a Mary or a f*ggot Gimme the eye, I'll fly, and tag it Now you see? Jocking ain't healthy Cause you think that I'm young and I'm wealthy With juice, so I see you try to run behind But I'mma tell you, punk, you gets none of mine Cause I was taught, see a fool, use a fool By the n***as who terrorized the old school So don't try me or buy me a beer Just stay off my dick, n***a