Ice Cube feat. Mr. Short Khop & K‐Mac If I Was Fuckin' You Lyrics

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Yeah that's cool
Er, everything closed so we just
We might as well just go straight to the hotel
And just get some rest
Let me slide this **** up on in ya

If I was ****ing you right about now
You'd have a **** stuck in you (yeah)
Have to go brag to your ****ing crew
On how this rap ***** **** you down
Kendo passed them guts and didn't have to kick you down
Who this ***** ***** wit' you now?
Do we know about your x-files?
And your sex styles?
And all the *****s that you think about ****ing
And all the **** you know you really wanna do when we buzz it (ha ha ha)

If I was ****ing you, ****, it'd be like drama (yeah)
And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac)
So do what I tell you and everything'll be alright
You're cute as ****, plus that *** is tight (hype)
Get the **** on 'fore these *****s start to fight
I can see it in your eyes, you wanna **** tonight
Give Herden everything, she got a fool in love (fool)
Gave it up to me and gangsta after the club

If I was ****ing you, I'd be pakin the piss
The horny weight **** gettin' laid is for chips
***** I'm tryina' make grits
Him in with the trojan pack 'o six
Hin the gin and juice the mix
No time to pause, gots to drop draws
Prep through a half spankin', breakin' down walls
With tactics, ***** used two proper lactics (double-up)
Hit the twat chopper style
Bang it up back (echo)

[Chorus]
If I was ****ing you (echo)
(overlapping) ooh, oh, yeah, a, ah, uh, uh, come on

If I was ****ing you, you'd be like **** everybody
Kill, this ***** yours
Washin' dishes, rubbin' floors
Doin' chores for a *****
Open doors for a *****
Ridin' shotgun, holdin' forty-fours for a *****
At the motelly, got you on your belly
In come morcelli
*****s calling k-mac, *****es calling kelly
Do it like arthur fonzarelli, hit the lights
So we can try to reform these potential dites

If I was ****ing you, you'd be spendin' all your dough (yeah)
Buying ***** ****, that you don't even know (mm)
Credit card maxed out
Bank account tapped out
Writin' bad cheques (ha ha ha)
When I call you break your neck
You do whatever please me, runnin' burs while I take it easy
Will as you do whatever, live your life just to please me
These buster-*** *****s make the **** so easy
(he was ****ing me? ) for sheazly

If I was ****ing you, I'd let the homies **** too
Run up in the guts bust nuts and we're through
Hey you feenin'
Cooch screamin', heatin' cleanin'
Tag-teamin', suckin' semen (echo)
Keep it low, put it in your grill cos you love me
With video footage of you giving ***** scully (got you)
Hold it till you've chocked off the *****ed and got got
And roll one to smoke, grab my **** and shake my spot

[Chorus]

Nineteen inches of complicated funk.
Ango urgin', probably be vomiting **** for a week though
Suckin' on semen,

Hm be careful what you wish for, you just might get it

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