$100 Dollar Bill Y'all - Ice Cube
Get numbers, get names
Thick dames
Headhunters get brains
Big thangs
Give n_ggas sh_tstains
The sh_t, man
And don't you forget, man.
We be
The best of CG
Greedy
Abduct the PD
See me?
N_gga, 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_ggas use to tease me
See me on top
It makes you queasy.
Sick with it
B_tch, I'm Bruce Lee
Seduce me
You're nice and juicy
In the parking lot, I gots to get mine
Why the f_ck we goin' in when there's b_tches in line?
I spend my time watchin' b_tches' behinds
Thinkin' bad sh_t 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_tch
With a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this b_tch
I'm in this b_tch
I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this b_tch
I'm in this b_tch
Who got a hundred dollar bill, y'all?
About to spend this b_tch
I'm in this b_tch
I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this b_tch.
I'm in here
Got all you freaks lookin'
When we walk by, p_ssy start cookin'
Rookies start tookin'
Get your ass 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_gga with the shiny watch--me
Ice Cube, motherf_cker
Next to me, you a test tube motherf_cker
We kinda rude, motherf_cker
Get too close and bucka! Bucka! Bucka!
Don't want no problems, y'all
F_ck 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_ggas sh_tstains
The sh_t, man
And don't you forget, man.
Security pat downs
I'm a star, motherf_cker
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_gga might dial
Club-hop, car shows, picnics
Big cars, big jewels, big d_cks
Rush doors
Or gotta hop the fence
Blow this door
Gotta blow my rent
Gotta show my ass, then go repent
Gotta call in sick
And tell 'em where I went.
[Chorus]
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