She Couldn't Make It On Her Own - Ice Cube (冰块酷八)

She had to get a pimp she couldn't

Make it on her own

She had to get a pimp she couldn't

Make it on her own

She had to get a pimp she couldn't

Make it on her own

She had to get a pimp she couldn't

Make it on her own

California Air

Chain all blue like it's running out of air

I keep a bad b**ch with a fat derriere

And you know that ho fresher than a new pair

Retro elevens on the pedal

I'm taking this to the next level

Competition best invest up in a Chevelle

And if you niggas still wanna

Make a deal with the devil

I can help you meet him

Introduce you to my barrel (to my barrel)

All you artists walking 'round

Wit'cha wack raps (wack raps)

And getting f**ked

By the game - Kat Stacks (Kat Stacks)

And any ni**a thinking he can make it happen

I'll be outside of Staples

With the b**ches and the Phantom

Mothaf**ka

She had to get a pimp she couldn't

Make it on her own

She had to get a pimp she couldn't

Make it on her own

She had to get a pimp she couldn't

Make it on her own

She had to get a pimp she couldn't

Make it on her own

Pull up on them b**ches

Stepping out on thirty inches

In my L A Dodger fitted with some Louie V stitching

Niggas wanna catch me slipping yeah

They praying and they wishing

Cause a ni**a clocking dough

And I'm f**king all they b**ches

(Yo you f**king all they b**ches )

Yeah I'm f**king all they b**ches

And it's money over b**ches and

I'm preaching my religion

Cause this game that

I'm living 'bout as cold as my wrist is

If you know my pops then

You know I'm 'bout the business

Smoke big trees Christmas

Chain super sick syphilis

My flow retarded ni**a gifted

This game's a b**ch watch me pimp it

She had to get a pimp she couldn't

Make it on her own

She had to get a pimp she couldn't

Make it on her own

She had to get a pimp she couldn't

Make it on her own

She had to get a pimp she couldn't

Make it on her own

Ice Cube

If you don't kick it with me

Who you gon' kick it with

Ice Cube is the sh*t who you been speaking with

They been lying to you if they told you different

I got a different cool type of temperament

West Coast style baby on some California sh*t

They mighta told you that

I was hard on a b**ch

You know how it go

Some b**ches think they slick

Look at me and think they 'bout to get rich

Uh-oh danger

You are a stranger

Who am I I am The Lone Ranger

Tonto tell 'em

I'll run yo' f**king a** through the ranger

It goes

She had to get a pimp she couldn't

Make it on her own

She had to get a pimp she couldn't

Make it on her own

She had to get a pimp she couldn't

Make it on her own

She had to get a pimp she couldn't

Make it on her own

Outro

What about me

What about me

What about me