Soundtracks - Child Support - Ice Cube lyrics
bucka I'll beat your bada** ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings nothin' but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' ain't no kings in this rap thing they siblings nothin' but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' b**h n***as still wanna check my urine still can't believe what you see and what you're hearin' you motha f**as thought you knew the whole story until your mama took a n***a on mauri read your test results are you the father I looked at his b**h a** told him don't bother I'm the father of this gangsta sh** never thought that I have a bunch of ba*tard kids lil' bada** kids I whoop they a** every night send the paramedics b**h and the black and white I brought you in this world I'll take you out do you ugly so mamma can't make you out you know my style a colt file a report I'm a deadbeat daddy no child support *you get fooled**? like the last trick get it out your a** b**h you n***as know my pyroclastic flow c'mon ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings nothin' but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' ain't no kings in this rap thing they siblings nothin' but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' you want child support get it out your a** b**h x4 ya'll n***as know ya'll b**hes know where you get it from who's the original you got your daddy's mouth talk like a criminal keep it gangsta son never get pigeon holed rap ba*tards tryin' to make a cla**ic keep your dumba** out of the casket 'cause intercope'll spend your money they don't give a f** about a dead rapper n***a they'll chop it up keep it movin' ya'll they'll come mop it up corrupt LAPD cover up everyday n***a we know drama they ain't lookin' for Osama Ask Biggie's mamma thank God that the gangsta's back we ain't got to put up with this brainless rap may your lungs collapse n' m.c's are funny all you can rap about is p**y and money c'mon ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings nothin' but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' ain't no kings in this rap thing they siblings nothin' but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' you want child support get it out your a** b**h x4 all ya'll rappers should kiss and make up take your bullsh** j**lry back to Jacob get your mind right n***a and start to wake up 'cause the whole rap industry needs to shake up you got million dollar n***as k**in' million dollar n***as bustin' outta Bentleys wearin' chinchillas there you go again rollin in your limo comin' from the Grammy's shootin' out the window I know the scripture but there's something wrong with this picture what you mad about diamonds all in your mouth no car, no n***a's house paid off I never heard of a rapper gettin' laid off boy you a fool or you just act crazy or you a grown crack baby born in the 80's to all you motha f**as say I went Hollywood I'm gangsta I know when I got it good ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings nothin' but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' ain't no kings in this rap thing they siblings nothin' but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' you want child support get it out your a** b**h x4 young rappers lookin' for pocket change with boo boo lyrics go get your diaper changed x2 smell like sh** hey baby change this motha f**er you smell like sh**