It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH)
Three for the pussy, fo' for the glow (HEY)
Five for the rookies, six for the pros (NAH)
Seven for the numbers of them ****in zeroes (WHAT?)
Eight for haters, nine for the cause
Ten for my niggaz, behind big bars (HEY)
**** these devils, and they laws (YEAH!)
Never question the size of Ice Cube's balls
This is the last verse.
Such a good song.
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