(feat. Mr. Short Khop) [Intro] (Hey did you hear that?) Yeah just get the fuckin door! *car door opens and closes* [Ice Cube] Limos, demos and bimbos! (Hey slow this motherfucker down man) Limos, demos and bimbos! (ugh ugh ugh ugh) Hit the sunroof, and let's contemplate the freaks we can run through Got the chauffer pullin over Snatch one inside, she wanna ride with this mission Close the partition, he like to listen All fuckin, no kissin, just smokin and drinkin Super vets in a super stretch Lincoln Thinkin bout the good ol' days of hip hop in its purest form before the eye of the storm I could give a fuck about you hatin, on my way to the Colliseum with seventeen-five waitin They scream for the limousine, it's all clean Tinted, your shit is rented, you know we spend it While you worry bout the five mics, I'm in the limelight wit movies comin out, yo' time is runnin out I just finished doin "Live At The Apollo" Indication from my driver damn we're bein followed [Mr. Short Khop] You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life [Ice Cube]