If I Was Fuckin' You (Feat. Mr. Short Khop And K-Mac) - Ice Cube, Mr. Short Khop, K-Mac

Yeah that’s cool

Er, everything closed so we just

We might as well just go straight to the hotel

And just get some rest

Let me slide this dick up on in ya If I was fucking you right about now

You’d have a dick stuck in you (yeah)

Have to go brag to your fucking crew

On how this rap nigga dick you down

Kendo passed them guts and didn’t have to kick you down

Who this bitch nigga wit’you now?

Do we know about your X-files?

And your sex styles?

And all the niggaz that you think about fucking

And all the shit you know you really wanna do when we buzz it (hahaha)

If I was fucking you, shit, it’d be like drama (yeah)

And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac)

So do what I tell you and everything’ll be alright

You’re cute as fuck, plus that ass is tight (hype)

Get the fuck on 'fore these niggaz start to fight

I can see it in your eyes, you wanna fuck tonight

Give Herden everything, she got a fool in love (fool)

Gave it up to me and gangsta after the club

If I was fucking you, I’d be pakin the piss

The horny weight dick gettin’laid is for chips

Bitch I’m tryina’make grits

Him in with the trojan pack 'o six

Hin the gin and juice the mix

No time to pause, gots to drop draws

Prep through a half spankin', breakin’down walls

With tactics, nigga used two proper lactics (double-up)

Hit the twat chopper style

Bang it up back (echo)

If I was fucking you (echo)

(overlapping) ooh, oo, yeah, a, ahh, uhh, uh, come on If I was fucking you, you’d be like fuck everybody

Kill, this pussy yours

Washin’dishes, rubbin’floors

Doin’chores for a nigga

Open doors for a nigga

Ridin’shotgun, holdin’forty-fours for a nigga

At the motelly, got you on your belly

In come morcelli

Niggaz calling K-Mac, bitches calling Kelly

Do it like Arthur Fonzarelli, hit the lights

So we can try to reform these potential dites

If I was fucking you, you’d be spendin’all your dough (yeah)

Buying nigga shit, that you don’t even know (mm)

Credit card maxed out

Bank account tapped out

Writin’bad cheques (hahaha)

When I call you break your neck

You do whatever please me, runnin’burs while I take it easy

Will as you do whatever, live your life just to please me These buster-ass niggaz make the shit so easy

(He was fucking me?) for sheazly

If I was fucking you, I’d let the homies fuck too

Run up in the guts bust nuts and we’re through

Hey you feenin'

cooch screamin', heatin’cleanin'

Tag-teamin', suckin’semen (echo)

Keep it low, put it in your grill cos you love me With video footage of you giving nigga scully (got you)

Hold it till you’ve chocked off the bitched and got got

And roll one to smoke, grab my shit and shake my spot

Nineteen inches of complicated funk.

hahahaha

Ango urgin', probably be vomiting dick for a week though

Suckin’on semen, hahahahahahah…

Hmmm… be careful what you wish for, you just might get it