Ice Cube - Spittin' Pollaseeds Lyrics
Ice cube:***** a ghost riderSittin in the back, of the studioTryin to write a nigga rapIt's the muppet show, most niggas need a&r(a&r)To tell them how to ***** a hoeIce Cube, true mc, write everything I say, even back in the dayImma spit it, how i feel it, ***** a gimmickYou can keep your catchy lines, imma 'bout to write a rhymeIf you got backpack, tryin act blackThink you know the culture, you'z a *****in vultureYou never a approached the micYou dress like a dike, sayin what you don't likeWho deserves five mics, who deserves twoBut the nigga wit two still can serve youThis West Coast, flow is different in the EastBut in ain't no different in the streetsChorus:Im spittin pollaseedsI crack'em one by one cause i don't want to be greedyCause the salt might make it soIm spittin pollaseedsI crack'em one by one cause i don't want to be greedyCause, these niggas is saltyWill make you choke ohh ohYou miggas got me *****ed upIce Cube:I'm spittin pollaseeds on the portch, with the torchIn case these niggas come around to see the porcheWhen i branish, mother*****ers vanishThey don't understand like a nigga speak in spanishNo comprende, me no speak no enlgehhHere a *****(smack)Now yo ass feelin' tingleNow you doin shit like Darrel StingleehDon't get stung by the mother*****in sting rayKeep it movin niggas, y'all better king mePut your rap careers on ebayCrazy toons is the mother*****in djBaby drop to your knees, he deserves a bjI got a big brother, nicknamed cjWhen you see him in the hood take it eazyIf you a breezehh, take him to the heezehhDo him like Halley Barry did Michael EleehhChorusWC:I ain't playinI got pulled over by the policeAnd i had some pollaseeds in my handThe police pulled me over and saidTwenty-Seventeen, we got a young black nigga over hereAge eighteen, look like he thirty-fiveLook like he drinkin a henesee, and smoke every nightI need back upNigga might have a twenty-two with duck tape on the handleWit the twistaHit ya, it's the chippaPistol grip, scip scippa, ready to finger rear view mirrorReady to bust wit my bandanna bumpin oldiesCube, throw me the line like golden the kobeSo i can bust a cripwalk on these niggasYellow tape, bark these niggas, ***** all these salty niggasThey can't hold our shitGangsta rap ain't dead, mother*****ers just stole our shitAll y'all niggas now it's alamoniAll y'all did is switch yo name and ate a style up like raveolliOwn your club raps and pissesTalk shit I'll knock your Comm-A-Dee glasses off ya faceUnder the transmission niggaFrom the West side, *****in up the programWit the surplus, Highly hangin up the blow handDub-zizzalaTippin on them drolicsAnd spiitin shells at you niggas like pollaseedsChrorus
