Testo It's My Ego - Ice Cube

Testo della canzone It's My Ego (Ice Cube), tratta dall'album Man Down

Where the love go? It's a struggle
Is this happiness? Nigga, fuck no
But I'm slappin' this in your mouth, though
With a heave-hoe, you a deep throat
West Coast, bitch, it's the dosage
I can't overdose on no ho shit
I minister this pimp shit
I've been a minister since an infant
I was Kendrick before Kendrick
Rock & Roll Hall of Famer, like Jimi Hendrix
So you can vomit on that bullshit, or you can choke
On your own spit when your boy's in the pulpit
Try to rob my church, I'ma rob you first
I'ma do the funeral and drive your hearse
I'ma hug your mama 'for I steal her purse
I'ma hunt your bitch 'cause I'm the curse
Check my verse, in reverse
He's spazzin' out, go get the nurse
She passin' out from vast amounts
Of ass-to-mouth, I'm cashin' out, bitch
They know, it's my ego
All you hoes (all you hoes)
You know (you know how it go)
It's my ego (yeah)
This is cuzz, and happiness
So tell Al Green to pass the grits
I bag a bitch, I got a bag of tricks
Looks like you got hit with a bag of dicks
This right here is the master mix
Of Bloods and Crips, so don't resist
I'll smack your ass, like Will did Chris
Give a demonstration in front of the nation
(Smack) I ain't playin'
If I had to leave your motherfuckin' ass right when you land
(Smack) leave me alone
You might live longer if you mind your own
Watch your tone, I'm too damn grown for this shit
Sticks and stones? Well, I'ma pick the stick
And crack your ass, you need a maxi pad
To stop that blood comin' out the gash, punk
They know, it's my ego
All you hoes (all you hoes)
You know (you know how it go)
It's my ego (yeah)
Everybody say, "Drop the attitude"
But y'all shouldn't worry about what Daddy do
Y'all should worry about what kids do
I'm a cold motherfucker, get out my igloo
The CEO with a E-G-O
Can pick any flow, eenie, meenie, miney, mo
And body you bitches, make y'all religious
I'm here to fight reptiles and lizards
Motherfucker, it's the grand wizard
I take they shit, wipe my ass, then I flip it
I break they shit, like when your cousins come visit
And then I tell 'em, "Fuck your analytics"
I don't pivot, I give it to you vivid
If you's a bigot, you probably won't dig it
If you's a ho, you'll probably get triggered
Like one of these internet bitches
They know, it's my ego
All you hoes (all you hoes)
You know (you know how it go)
It's my ego (yeah)
It's my ego
All you hoes (all you hoes)
You know (you know how it go)
It's my ego (yeah)



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Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Shon Adams
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