Ike Turner lyrics

[Intro]
(I don' know, my head hurt...)
*throat clearing*

[Hook ]
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin' to help you
You?! Tryin' to help Ike?!?
*laughing*

[Verse 1: Mac-10]
Snatchin' up b*tches in the headlock
It's that n*gga the M-A-C-1-0
And Dre Dog straight doggin', punk b*tches we be hoggin'
Yes we that n*ggas that holdin' the corner with dunce hats, but f*ck that
These hoes got a n*gga on schizo, so Dre Dog, get away back
And I be, that n*gga I-K-E, and we know
Who you gonna play, so sit back and be O.J
For now, we gonna plot and premeditate this murder
I heard a n*gga say that you can't f*ck with Ike Turner, so I'm gonna be
That n*gga who put these hoes out; blacked out, loc'd out
Ready to go all out and rip a heffa's grill out
So spill out your brains, b*tch, all over the carpet
I was in the market, you got caught as a target
No f*ckin' mine you see the eye of me and you say gangsta
Gangsta, that's what they be yellin' for me
That n*gga I-K-E, n*gga, aka murder
That n*gga Ike Turner
[Hook x2]
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin' to help you
You?! Tryin' to help Ike?!?
*laughing*
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin' to help you
You?! Tryin' to help Ike?!?
*laughing*

[Verse 2: Mac-10]
Stir it, yeah I'm gonna stir this sh*t like coffee
You hoes that wanna be bossy can't boss Mac cause I'm gon' off the
Like spilled milk, your blood will be runnin' off the table
The black bald headed captain's back so now you got to pray for your life, as you look into the face of M-A-C
But you don't see me you jus' see the M-I-R-A-G-E of me
And my axe as I crizack your back
For f*ckin' with the Mac, you dirty-ass rat
See, I could be a good guy, I'd rather be a bad guy
And look deep in your izeye, before I see you dizeye
You can fetch a dolla', I love when I hear hoes holla'
And they choke, from my hands around they collar
The Graveyard is back and, I'm in all black and
My eyes all bloodshot, cause death got me locked
So, I begin to snap and, Dre can't hold me back and
Cause I'm too far gone, n*gga, too far gone
My baby mama hates me, I choked her till she couldn't breath
And tightened up, until I seen her nose bleed
I told you on Dre album choke 'em until they color switch
Jus' call me cleana man, love to see your body twitch
I'm a crazy lunatic man, a murder man
But you can jus' call me Mac-10
So don't cross me cause you will be off'd, G
Dre and Mac-10, n*gga gone off the dark end
[Verse 3: Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina)]
I be that n*gga that be the mothaf*cka here, the mothaf*cka there, knock a Tina out and have her sleepin' like a bear
In the winter, you lookin' for the dragon then enter
I'm warnin' ya, slapping you like Prince did Appollonia
So now, this endo got me snappin'
Like an alligator, temper up and down like a mothaf*ckin' elevator
Serve 'em, I gotta get the mothaf*ckin' money (right)
Then hit em with the force of a car-crash dummy
These hoes will have a muthaf*ckas
Heart on cold, stoppin' mothaf*ckas like 4th and goal
And on 4th and goal, I'm legit for the blitz
But I'm gonna set up in the middle for an LT
Hit like *BAM*. b*tch you think I give a god damn?
Breakin' backboards on NBA Jams
You little heffa, I'm breathin' down your mothaf*ckin' neck
With reactions like a black hero, Vietnam-vet
Upset, like you lost a f*ckin' million dollar check
To a heffa who's name was tattooed on his neck