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Ice Cube Lil Ass Gee Here are the song lyrics for Lil Ass Gee by Ice Cube. For more excellent Ice Cube lyrics, run a search! Look at that lil' ass Westside doped out insane-in-the-brain little nigga servin caine Use to have to axe could he cross the street now he's rollin in a Gee, the Gee is on E He's quick to hit you up with the two fingers spreaded (Wassup?) Don't roll that shit (Wassup?) and hold that shit (Wassup?) Now you know what fuckin set he's claimin A wild little nigga and it ain't no tamin And just when you think everything is calm that motherfucker is the first to bum like bang, ping, catch you with the sleeper He'll draw down and then check his beeper He's clockin them chicks and bucks Gettin, his little dick sucked by the, clucks And will he do dirt? Fool oh please Little locs are harder then the OGz You fall to the ground and beg please Just got served by little niggas on the 10-speed 12 years old, got bumps they can't keep A straight killer, a fool, a lil ass gee..... God damn, it's a trick Use to have the G.I.Joe with the kung-fu grip Now he's straight Crip, or Blood Now ya sag, you use the blunt Now ya known as the favorite groupie Goin to camp and it ain't Camp Snoopy (Wassup?) But I ain't surprised It's 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size You motherfuckin crook You want respect cos you didn't get'cha manhood took Drinkin that 'yac like it's no tomorr-y Westside hustler fucker-tory In the jail and it ain't no thang Can't wait til you get 22's on the hang (Uhh) A underage boy that's lookin tossed And that's ya idea of who you hide All you want for Christmas is guns and drinkers Little nigga nuttier than a Snicker You don't wanna be like Mike, you wanna be like me A fool, a killer, a lil ass gee...... [Interlude: (two sampled guys talking)] See, I knew it wouldn't be long They got your ass stretched like Stretch Armstrong In the one-man cell, it got'cha thinkin Sendin more kites than Benjamin Franklin 20 years old but ya still a veteran Won't touch down til we're livin like the Jetsons Proud of ya self, because ya done done it Gotcha 22's and your name on your stomach Never even think about a woman to fuck Rather stand in lin eor bust the ass of a young buck Got stuck, now you're bleedin Hospital ward, is got your reading Learn about the knowledge of self ya see that ya mad enough to go and stick the death to these See, it ain't about bein hard But that's whatcha tell the little homies in the yard Ya already done did 10 and wish you could start all over again Brand new inmates and who do ya see Your baby brother in shackles, a fool, a lil ass gee..... A fool, a lil ass gee Yo this go out to the little hardhead homies who probably gon' see more, ahh, assholes than pussyholes when they get you in that system
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