Mash (feat. E-40 & Too $hort) - Ice Cube

Earl. whassup mayne? It's yo' potnah Short Dawg You know we come a long way baby +From the Ground Up+ Oh they love the way us players ball No doubt, that's how we do this It's all about you mayne It's yo' life, let 'em know somethin I come from where they pop they collars And couldn't be saved by Creflo Dollar Cause I'll probably never ever see the pearly gates At the rate I'm goin now, it'll be too late Take life taste it, get on and smell it You know what Charlie is? Well it's sucker repellant I spray myself with it every morning, you dig? I spray myself right before I leave the crib Hot ones echo through the ghetto, bullets ricochet I'm bendin corners in my Cadillac Escalade It's summertime and I'm scorchin, f**k a bulletproof I'm hella keyed and I'm perkin off that num-num juice I'm in the traffic with my music on STORM Got a ticket just for blowin my, HORN (ba-baaa, ba-ba-ba-baa-baaaa) The real, pinkie ring, princess cut Carats on, around my neck Lookin like some clones, be at yo' best We don't play checkers no more, we play chess One trey tri trey double (??) H-I-double-L sideshow All about my fetti-oh One-time want to see me fold It's ob-vious I'm humungous Acres cars and businesses All about my fetti-oh Bank account got to be tall Diamonds on my wrists and shit Tycoon stickin to the script, BEOTCH! {Sung} Earl, that's yo' life Ooohhhhh Earl, that's yo' life Earl, that's yo' life Ooohhhhh Earl, that's yo' liii-iiii-iiii-iiii-iife Straight up out the game The realest nigga you done talked to all day It's the dry season, outsmart the po'-po's Cookin birdies in the kitchen, with C-Bo From livin nappy, e'rybody know me Used to sell taffy, white girl nasal candy Hoes'll dress tacky, just so I can bank they dome Bank 'em make them think I'm broke, Use the dope game as a steppin stone (??) (??) next steal walkie talkies I'm the one that really-natin them faulty chips I got the gift of gab, I'm off the choo choo track I want the fetti, f**k the fame, y'all can HAVE THAT One-time want to see me fold It's ob-vious I'm humungous [$hort] That's right Acres cars and businesses [$hort] You can't stop the tycoon All about my fetti-oh Bank account got to be tall Diamonds on my wrists and shit [$hort] You can't stop E-Feezy, BEYATCH The street life, +Ballin Outta Control+ My +Million Dollar Spot+, way too cold So many +Record Haters+, my +Back Against the Wall+ When I was growin up I seen a lot of +Rappers Ball+ Bring the yellow tape, +It's On, On Sight+ You wanna squash the funk? Shoot me a peace kite Where the party at? Who got that Carlos Rossi? Who in my +Drinkin Club+? I'm bout to mob somebody I'm fee-ed-exin, (??) have me do a (??) wait From sardines and SPAM to Terriaki steaks I looked the game in the eye, the game looked at me back Told me to sell my triple beam, and start rap One-time want to see me fold It's ob-vious I'm humungous Acres cars and businesses All about my fetti-oh Bank account got to be tall Diamonds on my wrists and shit Tycoon stickin to the script, BEOTCH! You know what I said What'd you say pimpin? Short Dawg Short Deezy Oh I ride with my potnah Nigga I ride with you too pimpin Bumpin them woofers like this Boom boom Boom BOOM!!! Can't smell this funk, we been doin this Been doin it You know I love these new niggaz man I love when they get on that paper chase Right, right, right right right right right. So far, they can't do this Can't do this Not like this Uh-huh, nah We talkin limousines and mansions Limousines, mansions Got to keep these hoes dancin Got to keep 'em dancin, dirty dancin Bitches love us They love us. what they do? They love us That's right pimpin

All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard The West coast warlord and the future is today 'Cause tomorrow that shit never come I worry 'bout today and this urban decay I worry 'bout Hip-Hop, when did it flip-flop? Get whack and turn into gridlock I don't know, is it a government plot? I don't give a fuck whether you love it or not That's all we got and if you throw it away You dumb as OJ, off a for-tay In your Izod, this the rap God What'chu gon' put up in your iPod? Downloader, what'chu gon' do When your favorite MC got to sue you? 'Cause he got to eat, ain't nothin' taboo Get your ass beat by Erykah Badu 'Cause you wanna steal this good music Put me out of business, now you lose it Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle You better ride all day, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow Tomorrow, I'ma handle my business But today, I'ma drink this liquor 'Cause tomorrow I might be a little quicker But today I'm just the same old nigga You know that shit is still a day away Do yo' thang baby, put your life on layaway 'Cause everybody is Nostradamus Boy, don't you know that tomorrow ain't promised? To all the lil' mamas Don't do a nigga like Isiah Thomas If you a bitch, please be honest Actin' like a hoe, you're not an angel While you're daydreamin 'bout your future Motherfucker come around the corner and shoot you Don'tcha get stuck in neutral Put your shit in drive, while you still alive 'cause Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle I'ma ride all day, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow Tomorrow, that shit never come I know it sounds strange but today is never done I'm up in the Range when the clock strikes one While y'all countin sheep, I'm countin' Benja-mons Up on my feet at the break of the sun President of the Gangster Nation We don't go to war, we go to the store We rob from the rich and give to the poor Hip-Hop, oh what a bore Lettin' college motherfuckers run the front door Fuck that, let's take it back to the streets Don't let Viacom dictate the heat The nerve of them, I never heard of them Askin' me about my urban spins And if I got about a thousand of them I'm a great MC accordin' to them, fuck that Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle We're gon' ride all night, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow (All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard) This is very hard to swallow (The West coast warlord, the future is today) Keep your hand up on that throttle (Get your grind on, mayne, get your grind on, mayne) (Get your grind on) Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow