Where Ya Ice At? - ROYALFLU$H

Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! I'm in that Hot Thang, gutter lane, dippin' with that wood grain So fuckin' hood, mayne, they call me "The Boogeyman" (BOOM!) In that slow lane, what is your whole name? I forgot this ho's name, I'll call her "Louise Lane" Up on that Boulevard, 24's rotate Ice Cube comin' through, gotta make the hoes wait Roll at my own pace, nigga, don't hate! Fuck all you fat-fuckers leanin' up against my paint! Ice Cube, I steal a little paint (Movie star!) Fuck you! Pour a nigga a lil' drink! (Yay-yay!) That's how it's goin' down out here in California Listen to my people, when a nigga hit the corner! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! (Mirror, mirror, on the wall...) (Who is the flyest one of all?) Now pull in the parking lot, nigga, find a parking spot Fired up, everyone want to spark a lot Puff-puff-pass, we out on Ave. Lookin' for a big fat ass to harass! Is it you? Uh-huh, I see you lookin' When we roll by, pussy still cookin' Freaks get tooken when they lookin' for stars If you don't like my face, bitch, look at my car! Keep it simple, I told you once befo' It really don't matter how I get you to the mo' It really don't matter how I get you in my low Just hop in, let's go, and let your friends know! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! (Mirror, mirror, on the wall...) (Who is the flyest one of all?) Do ya thang, girl, fuck what they lookin' at! We the dogs gettin' chased by the pussycat West Coast, baby... With so much gravy You should call The Navy, ever since the 80's I've been doin' good, they been doin' bad When I see you walk by, I'm pursuin' that But never chase it, my game is so basic As soon as I lace it, baby, wanna taste it? Just face it, put me to the test Ice Cube would ace it, I'm built for success Fuck a Rockstar! We wanna party like a Rap Star In the club, in the house, or the backyard (Yay-yay!) You make it rain with ones, I make it rain with hun's And we get lap-dance from nuns They put away they crucifix And they say, "Ice Cube, boy, you the shit!" Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! (Mirror, mirror, on the wall...) (Who is the flyest one of all?) (Mirror, mirror, on the wall...) (Who is the flyest one of all?) I see you lookin' at me We don't give a fuck! What you lookin' at? We gonna give it up! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Mirror, mirror, on the wall Who is the flyest one of all? Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at!

I still get it on my own Trigger finger getting itchy for my dome Purple soda pop fizz it ain't foam The feds ain't know about the guns inside my home Real top dog shit Feel like Joeyy got some pretty little pills in my pocket I don't want peace with the enemy, want problems I don't want sweet talk, I just need her bopping I just need you baby Feel like a hermit, money krabbin out lately I couldn't reccomend you even if you paid me Wheres your swag at All I see on you is straight jeans Pour up in my glory fit Rest in peace to Fredo Know that I should kick this shit But I don't see the way home Snakes shift shapes, they in plain clothes Your girl a plain jane, take away the makeup The voices too loud so my blunt going to stay close Pick a name, promise that they on the payroll I just need you baby Feel like a hermit, money krabbin' out lately I couldn't reccomend you even if you paid me Wheres your swag at All I see on you is straight jeans

Where ya at, cold beer sipper? Camo'd out, little Skoal mint dipper Chicken liver, catfish lip ripper Patch on your shirt with your daddy's name Where ya at, Carhartt king? Ridin' around with your Marlboro queen Making a big, loud Mapco scene With a cloud of smoke when you drive away Yeah, there's rednecks in the North Hell, there's rednecks in the South And we all got some kinda twang Little country slang coming out our mouth Stacking bales, spraying the Stetson Raisin' hell, but saying the blessin' I know you're out there Toting a shotgun, I just got one little question Where ya at? Oklahoma to Winona, Mississippi Where ya at? Macon, Georgia, California, Bossier City Country pride is country wide Yeah, we all climbing that podunk ladder So put ya long neck up If ya' got a little hick in your blood Then it really don't matter where ya at Aw, where ya at I'm talkin' moonshine makin', Conway crankin' Neon-chasing folks (ya'll know what I'm talkin' about, right?) You know them diesel-drivin' Country boy survivin' Clampetts coast to coast Well, let your cross tattoo and your colors show (yeah) Y'all, I just wanna know Where ya at? Oklahoma to Winona, Mississippi Where ya at? Macon, Georgia, California, Bossier City Country pride is country wide Yeah, we all climbing that podunk ladder So put ya long neck up If you got a little hick in your blood Then it really don't matter where ya at Where ya at To the United States of America If you're ready to get lit on a Friday night If you're a hard-working, country music loving, fried tomato eating Shirt-off-your back-giving, salt of the earth, bad motherfucker I just wanna know one thing Where you at? Where ya at? Oklahoma to Winona, Mississippi Where ya at? Macon, Georgia, California, Bossier City Country pride is country wide Yeah, we all climbing that podunk ladder So put ya' long neck up If you got a little hick in your blood Then it really don't matter where ya at Where ya' at