Chilly Chill - All on My Nutsac lyrics

Ice Cube: It's like push, push, in the bush (man f** you) You from the cluck crew n***a I got money like a black man (man f** you) Jay-Dee Negro you and your payroll Ice Cube: Say ho this n***a got the yay-O Pump that sh** from L.A. to San Diego Now do you wanna join my crew? Jay-Dee Man f** you n***a, I thought you knew Now I gotta lay you out, play you out For sellin' that sh** all about Ice Cube: n***a I got clout Throughout the projects Jay-Dee Yeah, for robbin' black folks for their checks Now we gotta break necks Ice Cube: Black man don't flex on a brother Unless you a plain clothes, undercover Jay-Dee Man f** you You can't get your slang on But you got black folks singin that same song (yeah) Ice Cube: I used to get my bang on Now I got money anythang's on Jay-Dee Man f** you Because you're dead wrong Use your mind black man I can tell that you're head strong Ice Cube: So what should I do? Work for $3.22? "Welcome to McDonald's may I please help you?" I don't think so homey don't play that Jay-Dee Yeah, but heres a gun Can homey say gat? (yep) So ease back Or we'll peel your cap 'Cuz you can get a smack for that, black Ice Cube: So do you wanna join my crew? Jay-Dee Punk, I don't work for nobody (man f** you) Chorus: (Ice Cube) I can tell, you're all on my nutsac (Ice Cube) Motherf**in peasants is all on my nutsac Jay-Dee n***as never thought dope-dealin would play out So now they move way out But n***a you can stay out - the ghetto With your little baggies and sh** Ice Cube: But I gotta buy my silk shirt and my khakis from the swap meet Jay-Dee Yeah f**in' with them Japs you got beat And whitey can't wait to see yo' a** in the hot seat Ice Cube: Man, f** you 'cuz I got rocks in my pockets Get you so high n***as call my sh** rockets Money parlayin', got my car layin' Bendin' on the corner sellin' Crack to the corners motherf**er Jay-Dee You'se a s**er I hope a good ducker Looks like I'mma have to bust a cap on my brother (yeah) Ice Cube: So do you wanna join my crew? Jay-Dee I told your little a** before (man f** you) Chorus: (Ice Cube) It's a shame, you're all on my nutsac (Ice Cube) And it's apparent, you're all on my nutsac Jay-Dee Driving through my hood Rollin in your crack car Baseheads out the block chasing like track stars Ice Cube: I might let a few of them catch me f** the police the motherf**ers wanna stretch me Have a big n***a undress me Call me sweetheart or even s**y Jay-Dee Now who's giving up the crack And I ain't talkin' about the plastic sacks Man f** that, you gonna let Jack play the mack Guaranteed to hit your a** from the back Ice Cube: Man f** you Jay-Dee You got three babies Talkin' that sh** Punk, you can't phase me Jay-Dee But my nine goes "buck-buck...pow!" b**h! (now look at you now) Ice Cube: Man f** you! Jay-Dee A tisket a tasket Now look who's in a casket I knew I'd get your a** one day You scandalous ba*tard