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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dana Stinson
Dana Stinson
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Pensado
Dave Pensado
Mixing Engineer
Dana Stinson
Dana Stinson
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Get numbers, get names
Thick dames
Headhunters get brains
Big thangs
Give **** shit stains
The shit, man
And don't you forget, man
[Verse 2]
We be, the best of CG
Greedy, abduct the PD
See me? ****, not in 3D
Be me? Hah, it's not easy
I'm breezy, and off the Heezy
Me and my woman's like George & Wheezy
Movin' on up, **** use to tease me
See me on top, it makes you queasy
Sick with it, bitch, I'm Bruce Lee
Seduce me, you're nice and juicy
In the parking lot, I gots to get mine
Why the fuck we goin' in when there's bitches in line?
I spend my time watchin' bitches behind
Thickin' bad shit in the back of my mind
I bump and grind with nothing less than a dime
Making movie money, you still investin' in rhymes
[Verse 3]
And I'm in this bitch
With a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this, bitch
I'm in this bitch
I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this, bitch
I'm in this bitch
Who got a hundred dollar bill, y'all?
About to spend this, bitch
I'm in this bitch
I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this, bitch
[Verse 4]
I'm in here, got all you freaks lookin'
When we walk by, pussy start cookin'
Rookies start tookin'
Get your ass up, V.I.P. section's gettin' tooken
Might dance, might not
Might spend enough
Cool as hell, but still pipin' hot
Soon as I find a spot
All my people gather 'round
The **** with the shiny watch (Me)
Ice Cube, muthafucka
Next to me, you a test tube muthafucka
We kinda rude, muthafucka
Get too close and bucka, bucka, bucka
Don't want no problems, y'all
Fuck around, I'll pull out the problems, solve
And watch E pills dissolve
Nine times out of ten, you hoes involved
[Verse 5]
But I'm in this bitch
With a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this, bitch
I'm in this bitch
I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this, bitch
I'm in this bitch
Who got a hundred dollar bill, y'all?
About to spend this, bitch
I'm in this bitch
I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this, bitch
[Verse 6]
Get numbers, get names
Thick dames
Headhunters get brains
Big thangs
Give **** shit stains
The shit, man
And don't you forget, man
[Verse 7]
Security pat downs
I'm a star, muthafucka
I been put the gat down
I been put the mack down
But check the people that I'm with
'Cause they'll lay you flat down
And they'll do it right now
Yeah, you scared of the phone numbers that a **** might dial
Club hop, car shows, picnics
Big cars, big jewels, big dicks
Rush doors, or gotta hop the fence
Blow this door, gotta blow my rent
Gotta show my ass, then go repent
Gotta call in sick
And tell 'em where I went
[Verse 8]
And I'm in this bitch
With a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this, bitch
I'm in this bitch
I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this, bitch
I'm in this bitch
I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this, bitch
I'm in this bitch
I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all
Written by: Dana Stinson, O'Shea Jackson
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