X-bitches Lyrics - War And Peace Vol. 1 (war) - Ice Cube

[ice cube talking] 

Damn, what you doing over here? whassup? 

Yeah I was thinking about you the other day 

And I was thinking I should have never fucked wit' your ass 

I should have left you right where I founnd you 

My bed (echo) 

[verse 1] 

When I was with you all you ever do was bitch 

Talk shit, but you could suck dick 

So I didn't sweat all the fussin' and cussin' 

On new year's eve, the night I was bussin'(wow) 

I would stress and strain to mantain 

And didn't need to hear your motherfucking ass complain 

About niggaz in the house (mm), feet on the couch 

Talkin' all loud (yeah), blunt in my mouth (yeah) 

Bitch I got fifty cents on this genesis 

Talkin' 'bout niggaz got to vacate the premises 

(she's dead) homie histor 

An' outa nowhere your ass got hard 

Poured out the pub, then you got drugged 

We at it again, I tried to count to ten 

There's no end to your naggin' 

You can't treat me like I'm faggin', hoe 

You see I'm saggin' (no) 

Why I gotta act like a motherfucking asshole (why) 

To be king of my motherfucking castle 

You'll never be the missus (never) 

Breakin' all my dishes 

And fuck all my x-bitches 

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[chorus 1] 

Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you 

The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours 

(repeat) 

[verse 2] 

On an' off, off an' on, bitch I'm grown 

So stop playing on my phone (stop) 

It was a time we used to bump and grind 

And find heaven (ahh) 

Without a motherfucking reverend 

Managoua twages and bomb-ass massages 

And dreams of three-car garages 

You say I'm cheating when I'm up at the studio 

Come to find out you the hoe, oh 

And you was way out 

Talkin' 'bout rap, was gonna play ya 

And I was wasting my time writing rhyme (hahaha) 

You made yourself loud and clear 

You wanted me to choose between you and my career (bitch) 

Started fucking with this baller named chris 

Couldn't resist the rolex on his wrist 

I kept on writing my raps with profanity 

Now I'm on tour fucking bitches like fanady 

You tried to diss this, now you missed this 

And the first and fifteenth is like christmas 

Send me naked pictures but give it a rest 

With mrs ice cube tatood on your breast 

Now you at the back door of my show 

Dressed like a hoe, axin' could you blow (no), 

Hell no but it's still delicious 

Went from rags to riches 

And fuck all my x-bitches 

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[chorus 2] 

Fuck you, fuck you, especially you 

The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours 

(repeat) 

Now I hear you sayin' "yeah I used to fuck 'em" 

Not lettin' 'em know I was a young buck then 

Niggaz axin' me "man, did you love her? " 

Loved her stupid ass enough to fuck her with a rubber (bitch) 

Now I hear, I'm your big brother (who? ) 

Second cousin, friend 

Bitch since when? 

Incest ain't the way I swing (nah) 

Never bought your ass a goddamn thing 

That I had to pay for 

I was hateful 

Ungrateful (uh) and never faithful 

Fuckin' everything that I could get my paws on 

Walkin' through hell with gasoline draws on 

Now I'm on the mic, music is my life 

Kids and a wife, heard you was a dite (damn) 

It's your thing if you like the switches 

But it's my world and fuck all my x-bitches 

(chorus 1) 

(chorus 2) 

[ice cube talking] 

Never go down the same road twice 

Advice from the big homie ice cube 

Hmm, girl you better get away from here 

I don't want that shit no more 

Na, na ahem, and don't be callin' at my mama' house neither 

I'm through wit' you. I'm through wit' you 

I done got smarter. I done got smarter 

I ain't fuckin' wit' your daughter