If I Was Fucking You Lyrics

If I Was Fucking You

[Intro]
['Big Worm' talking]
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 dick up on in ya

[Verse 1]
[Ice Cube]
If
I was fucking you right about now
You'd have a dick stuck in you
(yeah)
Have to go brag to your fucking crew
On how this rap nigga dick
you down
Kendo passed them guts and didn't have to kick you down
Who this
bitch nigga wit' you now?
Do we know about your X-files?
And your sex
styles?
And all the niggaz that you think about fucking
And all the shit
you know you really wanna do when we buzz it (hahaha)
[K-Mac]
If I was
fucking you, shit, 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 fuck, plus that ass is tight (hype)
Get the fuck
on 'fore these niggaz start to fight
I can see it in your eyes, you wanna
fuck tonight
Give Herden everything, she got a fool in love (fool)
Gave
it up to me and gangsta after the club
[Mr Short Khop]
If I was fucking
you, I'd be pakin the piss
The horny weight dick gettin' laid is for
chips
Bitch 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,
nigga used two proper lactics (double-up)
Hit the twat chopper style
Bang
it up back (echo)

[Chorus]
If I was fucking you
(echo)
(overlapping) ooh, oo, yeah, a, ahh, uhh, uh, come on

[Verse
2]
[Ice Cube]
If I was fucking you, you'd be like fuck everybody
Kill,
this pussy yours
Washin' dishes, rubbin' floors
Doin' chores for a
nigga
Open doors for a nigga
Ridin' shotgun, holdin' forty-fours for a
nigga
At the motelly, got you on your belly
In come morcelli
Niggaz
calling K-Mac, bitches calling Kelly
Do it like Arthur Fonzarelli, hit the
lights
So we can try to reform these potential dites
[K-Mac]
If I was
fucking you, you'd be spendin' all your dough (yeah)
Buying nigga shit, that
you don't even know (mm)
Credit card maxed out
Bank account tapped
out
Writin' bad cheques (hahaha)
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-ass niggaz make the
shit so easy
(He was fucking me?) for sheazly
[Mr Short Khop]
If I was
fucking you, I'd let the homies fuck 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 nigga scully (got
you)
Hold it till you've chocked off the bitched and got got
And roll one
to smoke, grab my shit and shake my
spot

(Chorus)

(Intro)
['Big Worm' talking]
Nineteen inches
of complicated funk. hahahaha
Ango urgin', probably be vomiting dick for a
week though
Suckin' on semen, hahahahahahah...

Hmmm... be careful
what you wish for, you just might get it