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• Artiste: Ice Cube
• Titre: Especially You
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Okay, I need everybody on the dance floor Right about now Right about now Yeah Shake that shit, let her twerk All she wanna do is put in work All she wanna do is get off of work Hit the dance floor and go berserk Lookin' like dinner and dessert Better back up, nigga, don't get hurt You ain't tryna hurt what's under that skirt Cube come through, watch you get murked Straight from the dirt Put the world on alert If you're scared, go to church I'ma kill it first You know this motherfuckin' verse It's gon' leave in a hearse Bitch, obey your thirst Then hand O'Shea your purse You fuckin' with Catholic curve We'll show your ass the universe Yeah, I said I need everybody on the dance floor Especially you Look at that freak bitch startin' to freak Look at that geek nigga startin' to geek Freak wanna freak eight days a week Saw that ass from across the street Busted you best I can Fucked around and hit a pedestrian Picked him up after the crash Nigga asked me, "Did you see that ass?" Fuckin' that shit up, bitch, I get lit up Hands up, this is a stick-up Dust get kicked up, then I pick a trick up See that dick up, bitch get the hiccups Me and my niggas, we like pickups Those fake, don't try to trick us These things are natural Ten times better than silicone Yeah, I need asses wigglin' (Yup) And titties jigglin' (Yup) Especially you Shake that shit, let her twerk All she wanna do is put in work All she wanna do is get off of work Hit the dance floor and go berserk Lookin' like dinner and dessert Better back up, nigga, don't get hurt You ain't tryna hurt what's under that skirt Cube come through, watch you get murked Straight from the dirt Put the world on alert If you're scared, go to church I'ma kill it first You know this motherfuckin' verse It's gon' leave in a hearse Bitch, obey your thirst Then hand O'Shea your purse You fuckin' with Catholic curve We'll show your ass the universe Yeah, I said I need everybody on the dance floor Especially you