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Ice Cube

Genres: Hip-Hop

Let It Fly Lyrics - Ice Cube

(feat. Ice Cube & Lil Jon) 

 

[Intro: Trick Trick] 

Yeah! This your boy Trick Trick 

I got my dawg Ice Cube in this motherfucker (Lench Mob!) 

I got my dawg Lil Jon close by too 

Right about now I need everybody to get they motherfuckin hands up 

And wherever the fuck you from 

Let the whole club see it 

What! What! Like this! 

 

[Chorus: Lil Jon] 

Throw your hood up, nigga let me see it (let me see it) 

Throw your sets up high in the sky (in the sky) 

Let the whole club know that you in this bitch 

Throw your hood up, nigga let it fly (let it fly) 

 

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[Trick Trick] 

From 7 Mile, B.K. to Crenshaw to Camden to Bankhead 

All our homies get cheese (get cheese) 

Lynnwood to A-Z, Compton to Brook-nam 

Fifth Ward hitters pimp be (pimp be) 

School Craft to Grape Street, Harlem to 8th Street 

Ninth Ward killers throw it up (throw it up) 

Southwest to Brightmo', Puritan to 6 Mile 

Number streets won't hold 'em up (hold 'em up) 

Eastside you see the E's, Westside show the dubs 

Riders all around throwin fourths (throwin fourth) 

Blue and red flags up in the air hangin high 

and can see 'em C'in and B-walk (B-walk) 

Little G's khaki suited with French braids, AF-1's 

Ducati frames on beams (on beams) 

O.G.'s distributin them big thangs swingin them big chains 

Sportin that lil' teen (teen) 

 

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[Chorus] 

 

[Ice Cube] 

Yeah G-A-N-G-S-T-A (gangsta) 

S-H-I-T in a white tee (you know) 

I am the H-double-O-D 

Y'all niggaz know me, the big double O.G. (yea-yea) 

Fuck the police, I used to roll goalie 

I used to hold these and drink down 40's 

All the rolies would come to control me 

I'm uncontrollable when I'm on some gold D's (ooh-ooooh!) 

Back the fuck up, I'm hard as concrete 

Sidewalk gun talk university 

Every hood's the same, up in Detroit 

I'm with Trick Trick, smoked about three joints 

On to bump one 'fore we hit the parkin lot 

After the fifth one niggaz don't talk a lot 

Hit the club, mean mug, what you lookin at? (What you lookin at?) 

Who that bitch you with? I'll put a hook in that 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Lil Jon] 

If you true to yo' hood and you rep yo' set 

Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up 

Eastside, Westside, Southside, where you at? 

Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up 

What up cuz, cuz? What up Blood, Blood? 

Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up 

Midwest, West Coast, Dirty South, East Coast 

Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Outro: Ice Cube (Trick)] 

What up Trick Trick? (What up O.G.?) 

This your nigga Ice Cube (right) 

Now check this out, I'm in downtown Detroit (alright) 

On my way to the club (right) 

I find out, that the bitch I'm text messagin (uh-huh) 

Is the same bitch the mayor's text messagin (OHHH!) 

What niggaz to do man? 

But keep it hood, fuck it 

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