Where the love go? It's a struggle
Is this happiness? Nigga, f*ck no
But I'm slapping this in your mouth, though
With a heave-ho, you a deep throat
West Coast, bitch, it's the dosage
I can't overdose on no ho shit
I minister this pimp shit
I've been a minister since an infant
I was Kendrick before Kendrick
Rock and roll hall of famer, like Jimi Hendrix
So you can vomit on that bullshit
Or you can choke on your own spit when your boy's in the pulpit
Try to rob my church, I'ma rob you first
I'ma do the funeral and drive your hearse
I'ma hug your mama 'for I steal her purse
I'ma hunt your bitch 'cause I'm the curse
Check my verse, in reverse
He spazzing out, go get the nurse
She passing out from vast amounts of ass to mouth
I'm cashing out, bitch
They know
It's my ego
All you hoes (all you hoes)
You know (you know how it go)
It's my ego (yeah, huh)
This is cuzz, and happiness
So tell Al Green to pass the grits
A bag of bitch, I got a bag of tricks
Looks like you got hit with a bag of dicks
This right here is the master mix of bloods and crips
So don't resist
I'll smack your ass, like Will did Chris
Give a demonstration in front of the nation (smack)
I ain't playing
If I had to leave your motherf*cking ass right where you land (smack)
Leave me alone
You might live longer if you mind your own
Watch your tone
I'm too damn grown for this shit
Sticks and stones? Well, I'ma pick the stick
And crack your ass
You need a maxi pad
To stop that blood coming out your gash, punk
They know
It's my ego
All you hoes (all you hoes)
You know (you know how it go)
It's my ego (yeah, huh)
Everybody say, "Drop the attitude"
But y'all shouldn't worry about what daddy do
Y'all should worry about what kids do
I'm a cold motherf*cker
Get out my igloo
The CEO with a E-G-O
Can pick any flow, eeny, miny, moe
And body you bitches, make y'all religious
I'm here to fight reptiles and lizards
Motherf*cker, it's the grand wizard
I take they shit
Wipe my ass, then I flip it
I break they shit, like when your cousins come visit
And then I tell them f*ck your analytics
I don't pivot
I give it to you vivid
If you's a bigot
You probably won't dig it
If you's a ho
You'll probably get triggered
Like one of these internet bitches
They know
It's my ego
All you hoes (all you hoes)
You know (you know how it go)
It's my ego (yeah, huh)
It's my ego (ha-ha)
All you hoes (all you hoes)
You know (you know how it go)
It's my ego (yeah, huh)
It's My Ego Video (MV)
Performed By: Ice Cube
From Album: Man Down
Language: English
Length: 3:46
Written by: O'Shea Jackson, Shon Adams
Year: 2024
Ice Cube - It's My Ego Lyrics
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Where the love go? It's a struggle
Is this happiness? Nigga, f*ck no
But I'm slapping this in your mouth, though
With a heave-ho, you a deep throat
West Coast, bitch, it's the dosage
I can't overdose on no ho shit
I minister this pimp shit
I've been a minister since an infant
I was Kendrick before Kendrick
Rock and roll hall of famer, like Jimi Hendrix
So you can vomit on that bullshit
Or you can choke on your own spit when your boy's in the pulpit
Try to rob my church, I'ma rob you first
I'ma do the funeral and drive your hearse
I'ma hug your mama 'for I steal her purse
I'ma hunt your bitch 'cause I'm the curse
Check my verse, in reverse
He spazzing out, go get the nurse
She passing out from vast amounts of ass to mouth
I'm cashing out, bitch
They know
It's my ego
All you hoes (all you hoes)
You know (you know how it go)
It's my ego (yeah, huh)
This is cuzz, and happiness
So tell Al Green to pass the grits
A bag of bitch, I got a bag of tricks
Looks like you got hit with a bag of dicks
This right here is the master mix of bloods and crips
So don't resist
I'll smack your ass, like Will did Chris
Give a demonstration in front of the nation (smack)
I ain't playing
If I had to leave your motherf*cking ass right where you land (smack)
Leave me alone
You might live longer if you mind your own
Watch your tone
I'm too damn grown for this shit
Sticks and stones? Well, I'ma pick the stick
And crack your ass
You need a maxi pad
To stop that blood coming out your gash, punk
They know
It's my ego
All you hoes (all you hoes)
You know (you know how it go)
It's my ego (yeah, huh)
Everybody say, "Drop the attitude"
But y'all shouldn't worry about what daddy do
Y'all should worry about what kids do
I'm a cold motherf*cker
Get out my igloo
The CEO with a E-G-O
Can pick any flow, eeny, miny, moe
And body you bitches, make y'all religious
I'm here to fight reptiles and lizards
Motherf*cker, it's the grand wizard
I take they shit
Wipe my ass, then I flip it
I break they shit, like when your cousins come visit
And then I tell them f*ck your analytics
I don't pivot
I give it to you vivid
If you's a bigot
You probably won't dig it
If you's a ho
You'll probably get triggered
Like one of these internet bitches
They know
It's my ego
All you hoes (all you hoes)
You know (you know how it go)
It's my ego (yeah, huh)
It's my ego (ha-ha)
All you hoes (all you hoes)
You know (you know how it go)
It's my ego (yeah, huh)
Is this happiness? Nigga, f*ck no
But I'm slapping this in your mouth, though
With a heave-ho, you a deep throat
West Coast, bitch, it's the dosage
I can't overdose on no ho shit
I minister this pimp shit
I've been a minister since an infant
I was Kendrick before Kendrick
Rock and roll hall of famer, like Jimi Hendrix
So you can vomit on that bullshit
Or you can choke on your own spit when your boy's in the pulpit
Try to rob my church, I'ma rob you first
I'ma do the funeral and drive your hearse
I'ma hug your mama 'for I steal her purse
I'ma hunt your bitch 'cause I'm the curse
Check my verse, in reverse
He spazzing out, go get the nurse
She passing out from vast amounts of ass to mouth
I'm cashing out, bitch
They know
It's my ego
All you hoes (all you hoes)
You know (you know how it go)
It's my ego (yeah, huh)
This is cuzz, and happiness
So tell Al Green to pass the grits
A bag of bitch, I got a bag of tricks
Looks like you got hit with a bag of dicks
This right here is the master mix of bloods and crips
So don't resist
I'll smack your ass, like Will did Chris
Give a demonstration in front of the nation (smack)
I ain't playing
If I had to leave your motherf*cking ass right where you land (smack)
Leave me alone
You might live longer if you mind your own
Watch your tone
I'm too damn grown for this shit
Sticks and stones? Well, I'ma pick the stick
And crack your ass
You need a maxi pad
To stop that blood coming out your gash, punk
They know
It's my ego
All you hoes (all you hoes)
You know (you know how it go)
It's my ego (yeah, huh)
Everybody say, "Drop the attitude"
But y'all shouldn't worry about what daddy do
Y'all should worry about what kids do
I'm a cold motherf*cker
Get out my igloo
The CEO with a E-G-O
Can pick any flow, eeny, miny, moe
And body you bitches, make y'all religious
I'm here to fight reptiles and lizards
Motherf*cker, it's the grand wizard
I take they shit
Wipe my ass, then I flip it
I break they shit, like when your cousins come visit
And then I tell them f*ck your analytics
I don't pivot
I give it to you vivid
If you's a bigot
You probably won't dig it
If you's a ho
You'll probably get triggered
Like one of these internet bitches
They know
It's my ego
All you hoes (all you hoes)
You know (you know how it go)
It's my ego (yeah, huh)
It's my ego (ha-ha)
All you hoes (all you hoes)
You know (you know how it go)
It's my ego (yeah, huh)
Writer: O'Shea Jackson, Shon Adams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
