Thanks to lhanzo@hotmail.com for these lyrics.



[Ice Cube Talking]

Damn, what you doing over here? Whassup?

Yeah I was thinking about you the other day

And I was thinking I should have never fucked wit' your ass

I should have left you right where I founnd you

My bed (echo)



[Verse 1]

When I was with you all you ever do was bitch

Talk shit, but you could suck dick

So I didn't sweat all the fussin' and cussin'

On New Year's Eve, the night I was bussin'(wow)

I would stress and strain to mantain

And didn't need to hear your motherfucking ass complain

About niggaz in the house (mm), feet on the couch

Talkin' all loud (yeah), blunt in my mouth (yeah)

Bitch I got fifty cents on this genesis

Talkin' 'bout niggaz got to vacate the premises

(She's dead) Homie histor

An' outa nowhere your ass got hard

Poured out the pub, then you got drugged

We at it again, I tried to count to ten

There's no end to your naggin'

You can't treat me like I'm faggin', hoe

You see I'm saggin' (no)

Why I gotta act like a motherfucking asshole (why)

To be king of my motherfucking castle

You'll never be the missus (never)

Breakin' all my dishes

And fuck all my X-bitches



[Chorus 1]

Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you

The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours

(repeat)



[Verse 2]

On an' off, off an' on, bitch I'm grown

So stop playing on my phone (stop)

It was a time we used to bump and grind

And find heaven (ahh)

Without a motherfucking reverend

Managoua twages and bomb-ass massages

And dreams of three-car garages

You say I'm cheating when I'm up at the studio

Come to find out you the hoe, oh

And you was way out

Talkin' 'bout rap, was gonna play ya

And I was wasting my time writing rhyme (hahaha)

You made yourself loud and clear

You wanted me to choose between you and my career (bitch)

Started fucking with this baller named Chris

Couldn't resist the Rolex on his wrist

I kept on writing my raps with profanity

Now I'm on tour fucking bitches like Fanady

You tried to diss this, now you missed this

And the first and fifteenth is like Christmas

Send me naked pictures but give it a rest

With Mrs Ice Cube tatood on your breast

Now you at the back door of my show

Dressed like a hoe, axin' could you blow (no),

Hell no but it's still delicious

Went from rags to riches

And fuck all my X-bitches



[Chorus 2]

Fuck you, fuck you, especially you

The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours

(repeat)



Now I hear you sayin' "Yeah I used to fuck 'em"

Not lettin' 'em know I was a young buck then

Niggaz axin' me "Man, did you love her?"

Loved her stupid ass enough to fuck her with a rubber (bitch)

Now I hear, I'm your big brother (who?)

Second cousin, friend

Bitch since when?

Incest ain't the way I swing (nah)

Never bought your ass a goddamn thing

That I had to pay for

I was hateful

Ungrateful (uh) and never faithful

Fuckin' everything that I could get my paws on

Walkin' through hell with gasoline draws on

Now I'm on the mic, music is my life

Kids and a wife, heard you was a dite (damn)

It's your thing if you like the switches

But it's my world and fuck all my X-bitches



(Chorus 1)

(Chorus 2)



[Ice Cube talking]

Never go down the same road twice

Advice from the big homie Ice Cube

Hmm, girl you better get away from here

I don't want that shit no more

Na,na ahem, and don't be callin' at my mama' house neither

I'm through wit' you. I'm through wit' you

I done got smarter. I done got smarter

I ain't fuckin' wit' your daughter