Prevod: Ice Cube. Back From Hell (Remix).
dephts of hell) (Back) (back) (from hell) (Back from hell) (Back) (from hell) (Back) (back) (from hell) (Back) (back) (back from hell) (Yeah) (Back) (back) (back).. [ VERSE 2: Ice Cube ] Back from hell
I learned about death from an A.K. But they'll never quite understand Bam, bam, bam, no gat is the walkman Boom, bash, yeah, yo, it's goin' down Me and Ice Cube
King Donald D the notorious, yeah [ Bronx Style Bob ] This is Bronx Style Bob... [ Ice-T ] Nat The Cat, boy [ Randy Mac ] Randy Mac One in a million on your back, boy [ Ice
even the lingwood is all hood For the christ your all driving is all hood The ghetto Chorus: Ghetto Ghetto I can't get out of here Ice cube: I got give
fit me Let's bet on the set, I'm a vet runnin' from fifty It spell out, so I'm a post to the fullest Only servin' then the ice cream man is out again
give it up Weather they be Crip or Blood, and the one the women love. Angelino for shizzle respected by Niggas who rob in green coats and don't testify [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Ice Cube
father Obsessed with creating another author Now I remember back when everything was On the One (Nah, they couldn't get none) Let me take you back a
U-God) Unconscious for months (beep beep) Deep in coma shock When you awoke, it was hope Dry throat Choking off tools, being fed ice cubes Pain in you
'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck What the hell is Ice Cube
us from sportin' Ben Davis Shootin' at your neighbors ('Cuz sometimes I feel like a nut, don't give a fuck when I open ya up) Hot rocks fly from the back
a rest With Mrs. Ice Cube tattooed 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'
what I mean, bitch Take me away from these people Take me away from these people Take me away Take me away from these people Take me away from these people Ice Cube
, Ice Cube is on tilt Waitress bitchin' off the drinks my nigga spilt Everybody's sweatin' like it's Armageddon 1999, party over, oops, I'ma still grind Straight from
The name is Ice Cube, you know that I ain't the nigga For you to look at when your hair get nappy So take a piece of the pole and be happy Hell no, because
' And it sounds so sweet Ice Cube and the Lench Mob is jackin' for beats Play it jack Play it jack, jack Play it, play it jack Ice Cube, take a funky
the Foot Lockers Steal, muthafuck Fire Marshall Bill Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out My nigga
