Lyrics Ice Cube - Gucci Mane
What
you
workin'
with
That
my
facecard
That's
your
facecard
Cicero
on
the
beat
Tie
his
motherfuckin'
facecard
What
you
workin'
with?
What
you
workin'
with
I'm
workin'
with
my
facecard
Break
your
damn
wrist
cookin'
up
that
straight
hard
Yeah,
and
I'm
goin'
straight
hard,
dumb
with
the
K
Then
make
bond
on
my
face,
'cause
I'm
done
with
the
case,
beat
it
Twelve-fifty,
twelve-fifty,
two
bands
on
my
shoes
Shoot
a
fifty,
shoot
another
fifty,
'til
we
make
the
news
Went
full
petty
in
a
minute,
Asian
bitch
showed
me
her
boobs
Wish
for
opps
tellin'
game,
and
they
swipin'
and
start
scammin'
I'm
on
Xannies
in
the
Lamby,
might
do
the
dash
and
go
crash
it
I'm
on
perkies
while
I'm
workin',
I'm
booted,
got
bad
habits
I
put
blues
on
the
jeweler,
got
VV's
on
top
of
baguettes
I'm
the
dapper
don
with
that,
I
wear
Dior,
new
Air
Maxes
Four-four-forty-eight,
we
fax
'em
Thousand
we
made
out
the
plastic
She
tokin'
on
di*k
like
it's
acid
I
pull
up
in
coupe,
Jurassic
Wings,
pterodactyl
I'm
on
a
bean,
pop
a
capsule
Rollie
freeze,
I'm
Alaska
Servin'
chicken
platter
like
it's
pasta
I
want
every
dollar
like
Little
Rascal
My
daddy
dead
and
I'm
a
bast*rd
I
got
a
buck
fifty,
cut
you
like
a
Bronx
nigga
Real
swamp
nigga,
pump
gon'
make
you
jump,
nigga
Boom,
baow,
two-step,
DJ
Unk,
nigga,
huh?
Yeah,
in
my
black
tee
I
still
trump
niggas
I
hit
licks
in
my
black
tee,
I'm
still
a
gold-digger
Take
your
chain
and
your
Rollie,
come
up
out
your
shoes,
nigga
Grabbed
my
chain
and
my
Rollie
'fore
I
went
to
school,
nigga
I'm
a
walkin'
ice
maker,
I
wear
nothin'
but
cubes
All
my
diamonds
bling
blaow,
look
like
molly
cubes
Ain't
no
tuckin'
in
my
chain,
I
feel
like
Ice
Cube
Got
that
'stendo
with
my
forty,
I
might
make
the
news
Neighborhood
crippin',
all
my
homies
got
the
blues
Lockin'
Enz'
in
the
pen,
chain
gang
rule
He
just
got
ten
with
a
ten,
everybody
food
I
popped
a
bean
once
again
to
match
my
attitude
I
put
them
Forgis
on
that
bitch
to
match
my
gratitude
I
put
a
lift
kit
on
my
raps
to
lift
my
longitude
I
bang
a
left,
I
bang
a
right,
get
out
my
latitude
Margiela
steppin'
on
the
radical,
I
serve
you
rabbit
food
I
watch
my
plays
like
Mark
Cuban,
got
my
eyes
on
every
move
I
just
flooded
two
new
Cubans
just
to
make
they
eyes
move
I'm
a
walking
brick
of
dog
food,
with
them
bill
jacks
Way
I
cut
the
brick
in
half,
call
my
Longway
lumberjack
Yeah,
in
my
black
tee
I
still
trump
niggas
I
hit
licks
in
my
black
tee,
I'm
still
a
gold-digger
Take
your
chain
and
your
Rollie,
come
up
out
your
shoes,
nigga
Grabbed
my
chain
and
my
Rollie
'fore
I
went
to
school,
nigga
I'm
a
walkin'
ice
licker,
I
wear
nothin'
but
cubes
All
my
diamonds
bling
blaow,
look
like
molly
cubes
Ain't
no
tuckin'
in
my
chain,
I
feel
like
Ice
Cube
Got
that
'stendo
with
my
forty,
I
might
make
the
news
1 Empire
2 Im Horney
3 Throw Up
4 What You Finna Do
5 Star Status
6 Im so Fresh
7 I Like
8 Fortune
9 Four Star Motel
10 Certified G
11 Im the Shit
12 Loud
13 Ice Cube
14 Cheerios
15 Wet Wipes
16 Im That Guy
17 Hot Damn
18 Thats Me
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