เนื้อเพลง If I Was F*cking You - Ice Cube

[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 d*ck up on in ya

[Verse 1]
[Ice Cube]
If I Was F*cking You right about now
You'd have a d*ck stuck in you (yeah)
Have to go brag to your f*cking crew
On how this rap n*gga d*ck you down
Kendo passed them guts and didn't have to kick you down
Who this b*tch n*gga wit' you now?
Do we know about your X-files?
And your sex styles?
And all the n*ggaz that you think about f*cking
And all the sh*t you know you really wanna do when we buzz it (hahaha)
[K-Mac]
If I was f*cking you, sh*t, 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 f*ck, plus that ass is tight (hype)
Get the f*ck on 'fore these n*ggaz start to fight
I can see it in your eyes, you wanna f*ck 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 f*cking you, I'd be pakin the piss
The horny weight d*ck gettin' laid is for chips
B*tch 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, n*gga used two proper lactics (double-up)
Hit the twat chopper style
Bang it up back [echo]

[Chorus]
If I was f*cking you [echo]
[overlapping] ooh, oo, yeah, a, ahh, uhh, uh, come on

[Verse 2]
[Ice Cube]
If I was f*cking you, you'd be like f*ck everybody
Kill, this p*ssy yours
Washin' dishes, rubbin' floors
Doin' chores for a n*gga
Open doors for a n*gga
Ridin' shotgun, holdin' forty-fours for a n*gga
At the motelly, got you on your belly
In come morcelli
N*ggaz calling K-Mac, b*tches calling Kelly
Do it like Arthur Fonzarelli, hit the lights
So we can try to reform these potential dites
[K-Mac]
If I was f*cking you, you'd be spendin' all your dough (yeah)
Buying n*gga sh*t, 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 n*ggaz make the sh*t so easy
(He was f*cking me?) for sheazly
[Mr Short Khop]
If I was f*cking you, I'd let the homies f*ck too
Run up in the guts bust nuts and we're through
Hey you feenin'
cooch screamin', heatin' cleanin'
Tag-teamin', s*ckin' semen [echo]
Keep it low, put it in your grill cos you love me
With video footage of you giving n*gga scully (got you)
Hold it till you've chocked off the b*tched and got got
And roll one to smoke, grab my sh*t and shake my spot

[Chorus]

[Intro]
['Big Worm' talking]
Nineteen inches of complicated funk. hahahaha
Ango urgin', probably be vomiting d*ck for a week though
S*ckin' on semen, hahahahahahah...

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