dephts of hell) (Back) (back) (from hell) (Back from hell) (Back) (from hell) (Back) (back) (from hell) (Back) (back) (back from hell) (Yeah) (Back) (back) (back).. [ VERSE 2: Ice Cube ] Back from hell
Перевод: Кубик льда. Back From Hell (Remix).
my back? Or should I just wait for help from bush Or jesse jackson, and operation push If you ask me the whole thing needs a douch A masengel what the hell
-1 All the ol' school house fellows are crooks So I get jealous looks They keep thinkin did my hair grow? Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube? Hell
No frills, no thrills, Miss six o'clock, subject to have the itch, mutanoid, caucazoid, white cave bitch... Verse One: Ice Cube Ease back white
from sportin' Ben Davis shootin' at your neighbors (cuz sometimes I feel like a nut don't give a fuck when I open ya up) hot rocks fly from the back
the niggaz that I feed (repeat 2X) We smokin weed, you and me Lookin for that currency (repeat 2X) Now bitch niggaz don't mean shit, from where I sit Magnificent blow your back
looking for a murder Two in the morning got the fat burger Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp And it read Ice Cube's a pimp Drunk as hell but no
at night Say hi to the three fifty-seven I’m packin And it sounds so sweet Ice cube and the lench mob, is jackin for beats Verse three: Ice cube, will
Motherfucker, you’d better break yourself... [ice cube] My skin is my sin, look at my complexion Section 8, erection great Balls like ru paul and a big
Learnin bout a sucker, who didn’t give a fuck about me They try to shape us But I know uncle sam is a motherfuckin rapist So I stopped payin attention Ice cube
hand Make sure before you buck wit duck quick Punk, ’cause I’m the wrong nigga to fuck wit Hell yea, zone you better tell ’em Ice cube and I’m rolling
the murder Two in the mornin got the Fatburger Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp And it read, "Ice Cube's a pimp" Drunk as hell but no throwin
ice cube is on tilt Waitress bitchin’ off the drinks my nigga spilt Everybody’s sweatin’ like it’s armageddon 1999 party over oops i’ma still grind Straight from
the Foot Lockers Steal, muthafuck Fire Marshall Bill Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out My
go Down with Compton Mosque, Number 54 Made a little dough, still got a sister on my elbow Did Ice Cube sell out? You say "hell no!" A black woman
wrong nigga to fuck wit "i’ma let y’all know one thing man.." [verse two] Hell yeah it’s on, you better tell ’em Ice cube and I’m rolling with the
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
