Limos, Demos & Bimbos Ice Cube (Ft. 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)

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
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