[Intro: Girl, Ice Cube]
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[Ice Cube, do you think you could give me some money to get
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my hair done?] How short's your hair right now?
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[Well you know I get it done every week, and I need my nails
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done too] Look, I'ma tell you like this
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[Verse One:]
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I ain't the one, the one to get played like a pooh butt
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See I'm from the street, so I know what's up
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On these silly games that's played by the women
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I'm only happy when I'm goin up in em
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But you know, I'm a menace to society
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But girls in biker shorts are so fly to me
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So I step to em, with aggression
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Listen to the kid, and learn a lesson today
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See they think we narrow minded
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Cause they got a cute face, and big-behinded
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So I walk over and say "How ya doin?"
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See I'm only down for screwin, but you know
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Ya gotta play it off cool
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Cause if they catch you slippin, you'll get schooled
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And they'll get you for your money, son
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Next thing you know you're gettin their hair and they nails done
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Fool, and they'll let you show em off
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But when it comes to sex, they got a bad cough
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Or a headache, it's all give and no take
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Run out of money, and watch your heart break
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They'll drop you like a bad habit
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Cause a brother with money yo, they gotta have it
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Messin with me though, they gets none
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You can't juice Ice Cube girl, cause I ain't the one
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[Interlude One:]
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[Girrrrrl, you got to get these brothers for all the money
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you can honey. Cause if they ain't got no money, they can't
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do nothin for me but get out of my face.]
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[I know what you mean girl, it ain't nothin right jumpin off
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unless he got dollars]
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[Verse Two:]
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Sometimes I used to wonder
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How the hell an ugly dude get a fine girl's number
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He's gettin juiced for his ducats
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I tell a girl in a minute yo, I drive a bucket
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And won't think nuttin of it
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She can ride or walk, either leave it or love it
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I show her that I'm not the O, the N-E, say
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I'm a ruthless N-I double-G A
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Cause I'm gamin on a female that's gamin on me
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You know I spell girl with a B
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A brother like me is only out for one thing
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I think with my ding-a-ling, but I won't bring no
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Flowers to your doorstep, when we goin out
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Cause you'll take it for granted, no doubt
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And after the date, I'ma want to do the wild thing
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You want lobster huh? I'm thinking Burger King
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And when I take you, you get frustrated
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You can't juice Ice Cube and you hate it
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But you see, I don't go nuts
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Over girls like you with the BIG ol butts
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It start comin out the pocket, to knock it
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But when the damage is done...
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You can only lay me girl, you can't play me girl
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For the simple fact that, I ain't the one
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[Interlude Two:]
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[I don't care how they look if they got money,
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we can hook up but they ain't gettin none.]
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[Yeah I just make em think they gonna get some,
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play up they mind a lil bit, and get that money.]
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[Oh Ice Cube, can I have some money pleeeease?]
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[Verse Three:]
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Give you money why bother
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Cause you know I'm lookin nothin like your father
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Girl, I can't be played or ganked
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Ganked means getting took for your bank
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Or your gold or your money or something
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Nine times outta ten, she's giving up nothing
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They get mad when I put it in perspective
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But let's see if my knowledge is effective
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To the brothas man they robbing you blind
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Cause they fine with a big behind, but pay it no mind
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Keep your money to yourself homie
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And if you got enough game
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You'll get her name and her number
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Without going under
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You can't leave em and love and stay above em
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I used to get no play now she stay behind me
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Cause I said I had a Benz 190
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But I lied and played the one
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Just to get some now she feels dumb
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To my homies it's funny
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But that's what you get trying to play me for my money
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Now don't you feel used
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But I don't give hoot, huh, because I knock boots
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You shouldn't be, so damn material
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And try to milk Ice Cube like cereal
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Now how many times do I have to say it
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Cause if I have to go get a gun
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You girls will learn I don't burn
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You think I'm a sucka, but I ain't the one
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[Outro:]
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[But you said you love me!]
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I don't see no rings on this finger |