she couldn’t make it on her own lyrics – ice cube

“she couldn’t make it on her own”
(feat. doughboy & omg)

she had to get the pimp,
she couldn’t make it on her own! (“bangladesh!”)
she had to get the pimp,
she couldn’t make it on her own!
she had to get the pimp,
she couldn’t make it on her own!
she had to get the pimp,
she couldn’t make it on her own!

california air!
chain all blue like it’s runnin’ out of air.
i keep a bad b*tch with a fat derriere,
and u know that hoe fresher than a new pair.
retro elevens on the pedal! – i’m taking this to the next level
compet*tion
and if you n*gg*s still wanna make a deal with the devil,
i can help you meet him, introduce you to my barrel! (my barrel…)
all you artists walkin’ ’round with yo’ wack raps (wack raps!)
they gettin’ f*cked by the game – kat stacks! (kat stacks!)
and any n*gg* thinkin’ he can make it happen
i’ll be outside of staples with the b*tches and phantom. – muhf*cka!

pull up on them b*tches, steppin’ out on 30″ inches
in my l.a. dodger fitted, with some louie v. stichin’.
n*gg*s wanna catch me slippin’. yeah; they prayin’ and they wishin’
cause a n*gg* clockin dough – and i’m f*ckin’ all they b*tches!
(“yo! you f*ckin’ all they b*tches? “) yeah, i’m f*ckin’ all they b*tches!
if it’s money over b*tches, then i’m preachin’ my religion.
cause this game that i’m livin’, ’bout as cold as my wrist is
if you know my paps; then you know i’m ’bout the business! (business!)
smoke big trees! (big trees!) – christmas! (christmas!)

my flow r*t*rded n*gg*! (my flow retarted n*gg*!) – gifted! (gifted!)
this games’ a b*tch! – watch me pimp it!

she had to get the pimp,
she couldn’t make it on her own!
she had to get the pimp,
she couldn’t make it on her own! (she had to!)
she had to get the pimp,
she couldn’t make it on her own!
she had to get the pimp,
she couldn’t make it on her own! (what about me?)

if you don’t – kick it with’ me – who you gon’ – kick it with’?! (kick it with’!)
ice cube – is the sh*t! – who you been – speakin’ with’? (speakin’ with’!)
they been – lyin’ to you, if they told you diff-er-ent, (diff-er-ent!)
i got – a diff-er-ent – cool type of tempera-ment. (tempera-ment!)
westcoast style, baby; on some california sh*t. (california sh*t!)
they – might’ve told ya that – i was hard on the b*tch (on the b*tch!)
you – know – how it go – some b*tches think they slick (think they slick!)
look at me and – think they about to get rich. (get rich!)
uh-ohh! (uh-ohh!) – danger! (danger!)
you are (you are!) – a stranger! (a stranger!)
who am i? – i am – the long ranger.
tonto tell em’. i’ll run yo f*ckin’ *ss through the ringer. – it goes…

what about me?
what about me?
what about me?

/ ice cube lyrics