Corrección Letra She Couldn't Make It On Her Own par Ice Cube

Featuring(s) : OMG & Doughboy

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She had to get the pimp
She couldn't make it on her own
She had to get the pimp
She couldn't make it on her own

California air
Chain all blue like it's runnin' out of air
I keep a bad bitch with a fat derriere
And you know that hoe fresher than a new pair

Retro elevens on the pedal, I'm taking this to the next level
Competition best to dress up in a Chevelle
And if you niggas still wanna make a deal with the devil
I can help you meet him, introduce you to my barrel

All you artists walkin' round with yo wack raps
(Wack raps)
They gettin' f*cked by the game, Kat Stacks
They gettin' f*cked by the game, Kat Stacks
And any nigga thinkin' he can make it happen
I'll be outside of Staples with the bitches and Phantom, mothaf*cka

She had to get the pimp
She couldn't make it on her own
She had to get the pimp
She couldn't make it on her own

Pull up on them bitches, steppin' out on 30 inches
In my L.A. Dodger fitted with some Louie V stichin'
Niggas wanna catch me slippin'
Yeah, they prayin' and they wishin'

'Cause a nigga clockin' dough
And I'm f*ckin' all they bitches
(Yo, you f*ckin' all they bitches?)
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' all they bitches

And it's money over bitches
And I'm preachin' my religion
'Cause this game that I'm livin' about as cold as my wrist is
If you know my paps then you know I'm bout the business

Smoke big trees
(Big trees)
Christmas
Smoke big trees
(Big trees)
Christmas

Chain supersix
(Supersix)
Sickless
Chain supersix
(Supersix)
Sickless

My flow retarded nigga
My flow retarded nigga
Gifted, gifted
This games' a bitch watch me pimp it

She had to get the pimp
She couldn't make it on her own
She had to get the pimp
She couldn't make it on her own
She had to

She had to get the pimp
She couldn't make it on her own
She had to get the pimp
She couldn't make it on her own
What about me?

If you don't kick it with me, who ya gon' kick it with?
Ice Cube is the shit, who you been speakin' with?
They been lyin' to you if they told you different
I got a different, cool type of temperament

West coast style baby, on some California shit
They might've told ya that I was hard on the bitch
You know how it go, some bitches think they slick
Look at me and think they about to get rich
(Get rich)

Uh, oh, uh, oh, danger, danger
You are, you are a stranger
Who am I? I am the long ranger, Tonto tell
I'll run yo f*ckin' ass through the ringer
(It goes)

She had to get the pimp
She couldn't make it on her own
She had to get the pimp
She couldn't make it on her own

What about me?
What about me?
What about me?

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