$100 Bill, Y'all Lyrics - Ice Cube

Get numbers, get names 

Thick dames 

Headhunters get brains 

Big thangs 

Give niggas shitstains 

The shit, man 

And don't you forget, man. 

We be 

The best of CG 

Greedy 

Abduct the PD 

See me? 

Nigga, not in 3D. 

Be me? 

Hah, it's not easy. 

I'm breezy 

And off the Heezy 

Me and my woman's like George & Wheezy 

Movin' on up, niggas use to tease me 

See me on top 

It makes you queasy. 

Sick with it 

Bitch, I'm Bruce Lee 

Seduce me 

You're nice and juicy 

In the parking lot, I gots to get mine 

Why the fuck we goin' in when there's bitches in line? 

I spend my time watchin' bitches' behinds 

Thinkin' bad shit in the back of my mind 

I bump and grind with nothing less than a dime 

Making movie money, you still investin' in rhymes. 

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[Chorus] 

And I'm in this bitch 

With a hundred dollar bill, y'all 

About to spend this bitch 

I'm in this bitch 

I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all 

About to spend this bitch 

I'm in this bitch 

Who got a hundred dollar bill, y'all? 

About to spend this bitch 

I'm in this bitch 

I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all 

About to spend this bitch. 

Photos 

I'm in here 

Got all you freaks lookin' 

When we walk by, pussy start cookin' 

Rookies start tookin' 

Get your ass up, V.I.P. section's gettin' tooken 

Might dance, might not 

might spend enough 

Cool as hell, but still pipin' hot 

Soon as I find a spot 

All my people gather 'round 

The nigga with the shiny watch--me 

Ice Cube, motherfucker 

Next to me, you a test tube motherfucker 

We kinda rude, motherfucker 

Get too close and bucka! Bucka! Bucka! 

Don't want no problems, y'all 

Fuck around, I'll pull out the problem-solv' 

and watch E pills dissolve 

nine times out of ten, you hoes involved. 

[Chorus] 

Get numbers, get names 

Thick dames 

Headhunters get brains 

Big thangs 

Give niggas shitstains 

The shit, man 

And don't you forget, man. 

Security pat downs 

I'm a star, motherfucker 

I been put' the gat down 

I been put' the mack down 

But check the people that I'm with 

'Cause they'll lay you flat down 

And they'll do it right now 

Yeah, you scared of the phone numbers that a nigga might dial 

Club-hop, car shows, picnics 

Big cars, big jewels, big dicks 

Rush doors 

Or gotta hop the fence 

Blow this door 

Gotta blow my rent 

Gotta show my ass, then go repent 

Gotta call in sick 

And tell 'em where I went. 

[Chorus]