Limos, Demos And Bimbos (Ex (War And Peace Vol. 1 (The War Disc) 1998)

Текст песни Ice Cube and Mr. Short Khop - Limos, Demos And Bimbos (Ex (War And Peace Vol. 1 (The War Disc) 1998)

Hey, did you hear that?
Yeah, just get the fuckin' door

Limos, demos and bimbos (hey, slow this motherfucker down, man)
Limos, demos and bimbos (ugh, ugh, ugh)

Hit the sunroof, and let's contemplate the freaks we can run through
Got the chauffeur pullin' over
Snatch one inside, she wanna ride with this mission
Close the partition, he like to listen
All fuckin', no kissin', just smokin' and drinkin'
Super vets in a super stretch, Lincoln
Thinkin' 'bout the good ol' days of hip hop
In its purest form before the eye of the storm

I can give a fuck about you hatin' on my way to the Coliseum
With seventeen-five waitin'
They scream for the limousine, it's all clean
Tinted, your shit is rented, you know we spend it
While you worry 'bout the five mics, I'm in the limelight
Wit' movies comin' out, yo' time is runnin' out
I just finished doin' "Live At The Apollo"
Indication from my driver, "Damn, we're bein' followed"

You're livin' so trife, you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus in my life
You're livin' so trife, you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos (I'm only fuckin' with the)
Limos, demos and bimbos (I'm livin' so trife, ugh, ugh, ugh)

Caught him in motion, had me potent
Let him know about the showin'
And how I'm known to keep it cracked open
Cans of ass-beatin, plus on how I crash meetings
And have your whole staff leavin' half-breathin'

Got shit to hold my own, big bucks
But Khop's soon to run it through 'em, nigga, check nuts
Put to the test, then put two to rest
Wiped out with lights out, two to the chest

Hold it, now tell a few, legitimate
We loaded, for revenue, let's get this shit
And split this shit for three days, count it three ways
Nigga, fuck what he say, havin' heat pays

It's all about the thoroughbred, top choice with the voice
That keep twats moist
Mr. Short Khop expected the truest, dare you niggas step to us
I stay connected 'til death do us

You're livin' so trife, you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus in my life
You're livin' so trife, you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos (I'm only fuckin' with the)
Limos, demos and bimbos (I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus, Jesus)

The alley was pitch black, I'm in the back of this black Lac
These fuckers pull up in a Ac
They don't understand the impact
Two-thousand-dollar-three-piece suit, can you spend that?
They call me the Don Mega (Don Mega)
'Cause I'm down to play a double-header in stormy weather
Superstar, goddamn, them niggas got me
Stop the car and blast the paparazzi

Livin' so trife, you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus in my life
You're livin' so trife, you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos (I'm only fuckin' with the)
Limos, demos and bimbos (I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus, ugh, ugh, ugh)