Art
I love the sound of gangsta shit in the mornin'
[Some guy]
Bitch you know the size
World motherfucking wide
[Ice Cube]
You ain't got to be in the pen to be in prison
You in the prison of your mutherfuckin' mind
[Some guy]
What kinda time we got up here?
[Ice Cube]
15:30 am
Everything is real on this concrete and steel
Everything is real on this concrete and steel
The warfare is mental
The warfare is mental
[Some guy]
Supreme gangster shit
We dream gangster shit
[Ice Cube]
Now I wanna see if y
Talk
(Butch Walker & Chrystina Lloree)
I met you where the walls were velvet.
Slingin' chili in a corset.
Makin' love to every face that walked into the room.
It was never my intention to put your service on suspension.
But I wanted what was flaunted by no matter whom.
Oooh, oh no.
Here I go again I'm crazy.
Oooh, oh no.
Let's not talk about religion or about no evolution.
Let's not talk about the big bang.
Or about no air pollution.
I don't care about your habbits,
If all that I've heard is true.
I don't wanna talk until we're through.
You're kinda like a cartoon mirror.
Talking to me makes me shiver.
Water beadin' down your side onto the hardwood floor
I have to scold my dog because he licks it off the floor,
Before I even get a chance to taste a little for myself.
My head's spinnin' from the liquor,
That you bought from the bartender.
So excuse me if my center focus is just a little warped.
But you've got my full attention,
And I've got the best intentions.
If you'll only keep the deep stuff lyin' on the floor.