Get Use to It

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]

If you try to get with me, pull a four and a fifty

Fuck your monkey ass up, like Bobby did Whitney

Trigger fingers get itchy, when niggas get bitchy

And they need they story told on Jerry or Ricki

Pull your green in your iffy, I'm clean and I'm spiffy

If they lock me up today I'll be back in a jiffy

All my niggas that's with me, all my bitches are picky

To ride around us right on time, bitch you know it's tricky

Take a hit of the sticky, everybody get tipsy

When we hittin' that whiskey, all my niggas get pissy

Don't fuck with no sissy, all we bumpin' is missy

If you know where I am, motherfucker come get me

I'm a man not a Mickey, all my niggas love hickies

That don't go away 'til you're well in your sixties

All I'm wearin' is Dickies, don't try to evict me

When we come to Atlanta we gon' re-open Nikki's

[Hook] - X 2

And y'all better get use to it

And y'all better get use to it

And y'all better get use to it

And y'all better get use to it

[Verse 2: WC]

Barracuda with it, call security

Fuck the dress code, I'm in a white T with jewelry

Hand to my side with my nine, sat lyin' back

In the club with your baby mama in my lap

Lookin' fly like I got a pocket full of stones

Pro fitted on, wearin' chronic cologne

Big watch, big rocks, grip Glocks, dick guap

What you niggas thought, motherfucker this is Lench Mob

Dub make the trigger knock, talk shit

I'll put additional air condition holes in your Bentley top

And shorty got 'em gettin' low, I rich rolls

Swervin' on them MVP's, I call 'em Kobe's cause they 24's

Still spittin' out sunflowers, Dub and Don Dadda

Bustin' more gun powder than gun towers

Down South, y'all can Screw it, it's the West, too truest

Keep the party jumpin' like do it fluid and never lose it

[Hook] - X 2

And y'all better get use to it

And y'all better get use to it

And y'all better get use to it

And y'all better get use to it

[Verse 3: The Game]

Who my gangsta rap teacher? (Ice Cube) Nigga you better know it

It's the Don Dadda Jr. slash motherfuckin' poet

Sit back and take notes while I spin like hundred spokes

My flow is razor sharp, I'm comin' straight for your throat

With that West Coast, gangbang, watch him when his chain hang

East Coast, Down South, niggas do the same thang

Throw up your dubs like Wu-Tang, who bang

Harder than that nigga bailin' through your hood with two chains

Swangin' like his nuts, cause he don't give a fuck

Bout no nigga that ain't bangin' in no khakis or some Chuck's

It's that Westside, Connect'd with that nigga who flow so wreckless

He spent a hundred thousand on his necklace, I'll bet this

Motherfuckin' Coast ain't got shit after me

Ain't have shit before Cube except a W.C

The Maad Circle is back, with mad purple in fact

I'm bout to join the Lench Mob, that's me squirtin' the mac, motherfuckers

[Hook] - X 2

And y'all better get use to it

And y'all better get use to it

And y'all better get use to it

And y'all better get use to it