Yeah, yeah

Get your ass up and hurra

Uh, Ice Cube baby

Ninety-nine baby

I'm on the grind baby

All the time baby

Show me something



* You can do it put your back into it

I can do it put your ass into it

You can do it put your back into it

I can do it put your ass into it

Put your back into it

Put your ass into it



Tic-tic-boom

Hear me banging down these back streets

Bumpin' BlackSTREET, treated like a athlete

Life ain't a track meet (no) it's a marathon

Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on

We be clubbing till the day we die

Nigga ask the bartender if you think we lie

But if you think we high, nigga think again

Cause when it's sink or swim

You got to think to win

And if I drink this Hen'

Everybody will know it

Cause I ain't going for it

So pray to the Lord that I don't pull out

Cuss out and bust out

Go the nigga route

Make the trigger shout, uh

You can try to smoke an ounce to this

While I pronounce this shit

Baby bounce them tits

Mama move them hips

Baby shake them cheeks

I got dick for days

You got ass for weeks, yeah, yeah



** Don't stop get it, get it

(That's real)

Don't stop nigga hit it

(I will)

I'm gon' do it, gon' do it

Gon' do it, do it, do it



[Repeat *]



Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones

The thug ones, relatives and my cousins

And I got 'em by the dozen

When they buzzin', quick to say fuck your husband

This is for my niggas locked away

Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date

But when we hit checkmate with Ice Cube the great

As soon as I get a word we can rush the safe

Fuck them license plates because life is great

It don't matter if you're rich and your folks ain't straight

I'm still coming with that underground gangsta shit

No matter how many niggas say we ain't the shit, bitch



[Repeat ** , *] 



I do hard core rhyming, hard time grinding

With will I pimp hoes

Other niggas wine and dine them

Gotta love this pup shit

Passing the mud shit

Pockets on flood shit

OG lyrical blood shit

I don't rent I buy shit

Niggas jealous of my shit

You unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit

While you're rooting and recruiting

Nigga 6-8 whooping

I was in the hood shooting cause I had the wife whooping

I come from padres gold in oversized jars

I past up strife and got star awards

No time for playa hating, Mack paper chasing

Came out the substation to the hip hop nation

The mo' hits the mo' bigga with illegal weight figga

Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga

Bust the first asshole to show I can hit it

I keep pushing, don't quit it

Don't stop till I get it



[Repeat **] 



You can do it put your back into it

I can do it put your ass into it

You can do it put your back into it

I can do it put your ass into it

You can do it put your back into it

I can do it put your ass into it

You can do it put your back into it

I can do it put your ass into it



[Repeat ** , *] 



We be clubbing

Freaky gyration is close to fornication

We be clubbing

Freaky gyration is close to fornication:

Yeah uh-huh, Ice Cube, Westside Connection

Know how we do?

We puttin' it down, constantly

Get your ass up and hurra