Ice Cube
PeeWee Longway Lyrics
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That's your facecard
Cicero on the beat
Tie his motherfuckin' facecard
What you workin' with?
What you workin' with? I'm workin' with my facecard
Break your damn wrist cookin' up that straight hard
Then make bond on my face, 'cause I'm done with the case, beat it
Twelve-fifty, twelve-fifty, two bands on my shoes
Shoot a fifty, shoot another fifty, 'til we make the news
Went full petty in a minute, Asian bitch showed me her boobs
Wish for opps tellin' game, and they swipin' and start scammin'
I'm on Xannies in the Lamby, might do the dash and go crash it
I'm on perkies while I'm workin', I'm booted, got bad habits
I put blues on the jeweler, got VV's on top of baguettes
I'm the dapper don with that, I wear Dior, new Air Maxes
Four-four-forty-eight, we fax 'em
Thousand we made out the plastic
She tokin' on dick like it's acid
I pull up in coupe, Jurassic
Wings, pterodactyl
I'm on a bean, pop a capsule
Rollie freeze, I'm Alaska
Servin' chicken platter like it's pasta
I want every dollar like Little Rascal
My daddy dead and I'm a bastard
I got a buck fifty, cut you like a Bronx nigga
Real swamp nigga, pump gon' make you jump, nigga
Boom, bow, two-step, DJ Unk, nigga, huh?
Yeah, in my black tee I still trump niggas
I hit licks in my black tee, I'm still a gold-digger
Take your chain and your Rollie, come up out your shoes, nigga
Grabbed my chain and my Rollie 'fore I went to school, nigga
I'm a walkin' ice licker, I wear nothin' but cubes
All my diamonds bling blaow, look like molly cubes
Ain't no tuckin' in my chain, I feel like Ice Cube
Got that 'stendo with my forty, I might make the news
Neighborhood crippin', all my homies got the blues
Lockin' Enz' in the pen, chain gang rule
He just got ten with a ten, everybody food
I popped a bean once again to match my attitude
I put them Forgis on that bitch to match my gratitude
I put a lift kit on my raps to lift my longitude
I bang a left, I bang a right, get out my latitude
Margiela steppin' on the radical, I serve you rabbit food
I watch my plays like Mark Cuban, got my eyes on every move
I just flooded two new Cubans just to make they eyes move
I'm a walking brick of dog food, with them bill jacks
Way I cut the brick in half, call my Longway lumberjack
Yeah, in my black tee I still trump niggas
I hit licks in my black tee, I'm still a gold-digger
Take your chain and your Rollie, come up out your shoes, nigga
Grabbed my chain and my Rollie 'fore I went to school, nigga
I'm a walkin' ice licker, I wear nothin' but cubes
All my diamonds bling blaow, look like molly cubes
Ain't no tuckin' in my chain, I feel like Ice Cube
Got that 'stendo with my forty, I might make the news
The lyrics of PeeWee Longway's "Ice Cube" is about his status as an established and affluent rapper. Throughout the song, PeeWee uses different metaphors to emphasize his wealth and success. For instance, "facecard" is a term used in the streets to describe one's reputation and credibility, implying PeeWee Longway's status as a prominent rapper. He describes cooking up drugs until it's "straight hard," which is a metaphor for his hard-hitting and authentic rap style.
Furthermore, PeeWee mentions the jewelry he wears and the money he made while scamming, which he uses to buy luxury items such as high-end shoes and jewelery. He highlights his lack of fear and shame in his actions, which may be a reflection of his background in the streets. The song's chorus continues to remind listeners of PeeWee Longway's impressive reputation and success, as he continues to lay out metaphors that showcase his wealth.
The menacing tone of PeeWee's voice throughout the song is matched by the aggressive beat produced by Cicero. The song also features lyrics that are quite explicit, which some listeners may find offensive. Overall, the song can be interpreted as an expression of PeeWee's satisfaction with his status and the luxurious lifestyle that comes with it.
Line by Line Meaning
What you workin' with? That my facecard
What resources do you have? I have my reputation and connections
That's your facecard
That's your reputation and connections
Cicero on the beat
The producer Cicero made the beat for this song
Tie his motherfuckin' facecard
Destroy his reputation and connections
What you workin' with? I'm workin' with my facecard
What resources do I have? I have my reputation and connections
Break your damn wrist cookin' up that straight hard
Struggling with making drugs, risking injury
Yeah, and I'm goin' straight hard, dumb with the K
I'm selling hard drugs and getting reckless with my gun
Then make bond on my face, 'cause I'm done with the case, beat it
Posting bail using my reputation, because I beat the case
Twelve-fifty, twelve-fifty, two bands on my shoes
I spent $1250 on my shoes, $2000 in total
Shoot a fifty, shoot another fifty, 'til we make the news
Firing guns repeatedly, hoping to get news coverage
Went full petty in a minute, Asian bitch showed me her boobs
Got angry and acted petty, then saw a woman's breasts
Wish for opps tellin' game, and they swipin' and start scammin'
I'm telling my enemies where to find me, and they're stealing and scamming from me
I'm on Xannies in the Lamby, might do the dash and go crash it
I'm taking Xanax in my Lamborghini, and might speed and crash it
I'm on perkies while I'm workin', I'm booted, got bad habits
I'm taking Percocet while working, I'm high and have bad habits
I put blues on the jeweler, got VV's on top of baguettes
I spent a lot of money on jewelry, and got VV diamonds on top of baguette diamonds
I'm the dapper don with that, I wear Dior, new Air Maxes
I'm stylish and wear expensive designer clothes and shoes
Four-four-forty-eight, we fax 'em
We're selling drugs and making a lot of money
Thousand we made out the plastic
We made a thousand dollars using fake credit cards
She tokin' on dick like it's acid
She's performing oral sex really well
I pull up in coupe, Jurassic
I arrive in an old car
Wings, pterodactyl
My car has wings like a pterodactyl
I'm on a bean, pop a capsule
I'm on ecstasy, and taking more drugs
Rollie freeze, I'm Alaska
My Rolex watch is really cold, like Alaska
Servin' chicken platter like it's pasta
Selling drugs as easily as serving food
I want every dollar like Little Rascal
I want to make as much money as possible
My daddy dead and I'm a bastard
My father is dead, and I'm an illegitimate child
I got a buck fifty, cut you like a Bronx nigga
I have a sharp object and will harm you like a guy from the Bronx
Real swamp nigga, pump gon' make you jump, nigga
I'm from the swamps, and I have a shotgun that will scare you
Boom, bow, two-step, DJ Unk, nigga, huh?
I'm dancing to DJ Unk's music
Yeah, in my black tee I still trump niggas
I'm better than everyone, even in a simple black t-shirt
I hit licks in my black tee, I'm still a gold-digger
I still rob people even in a simple black t-shirt
Take your chain and your Rollie, come up out your shoes, nigga
I'm stealing your jewelry and shoes
Grabbed my chain and my Rollie 'fore I went to school, nigga
I made sure to wear my expensive jewelry and watch to school
I'm a walkin' ice licker, I wear nothin' but cubes
I wear only diamond jewelry, and love to show it off
All my diamonds bling blaow, look like molly cubes
My diamonds shine bright, and look like the drug Molly
Ain't no tuckin' in my chain, I feel like Ice Cube
I will not hide my jewelry, and I feel as legendary as Ice Cube
Got that 'stendo with my forty, I might make the news
I have a gun with a long magazine, and might get in trouble with it
Neighborhood crippin', all my homies got the blues
I'm a gang member in my neighborhood, and all my friends are also in the gang
Lockin' Enz' in the pen, chain gang rule
Putting rivals in prison, following the rules of the gang
He just got ten with a ten, everybody food
One of my rivals just got a ten-year sentence, and now we can take over their territory
I popped a bean once again to match my attitude
I took ecstasy again to match my demeanor
I put them Forgis on that bitch to match my gratitude
I put fancy rims on my car to show appreciation
I put a lift kit on my raps to lift my longitude
I added more to my rhymes to make them more impressive
I bang a left, I bang a right, get out my latitude
I'm driving recklessly, and don't care about the consequences
Margiela steppin' on the radical, I serve you rabbit food
I'm wearing Margiela shoes in a cool way, as I sell drugs
I watch my plays like Mark Cuban, got my eyes on every move
I'm meticulous with my drug deals, and keep a close watch on everything
I just flooded two new Cubans just to make they eyes move
I bought two expensive Cuban link chains, just to impress people
I'm a walking brick of dog food, with them bill jacks
I'm carrying a lot of cocaine, and have a lot of hundred-dollar bills
Way I cut the brick in half, call my Longway lumberjack
I'm skilled at cutting cocaine, and humorously call myself a lumberjack
Contributed by Nolan P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@butchcassidy9625
How he doesn't get his respect lyrically is crazy.
@bryanmccane8335
Shid he does I'm from chatt...peewee use to perform here way before he blew up...my boy an Atlanta goat frfr
@yglo6
Just a nice color my boy
@lcyoung1779
One of the greatest trap rappers in the game.
@ronaldapplewhite5218
Diz nigga fuckn the rap game up really he the best rapper out
@nikitanicole234
This will never get old🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
@joshuagonzales7464
I agree.... Damn good track! I keep playing this track. It goes hard and will make u start dancing like ur all high on something, wait, oh yeah, that's right...... Lmao...... Good shit!
@mr.nooorthmemphis1059
Vlad.."so you're sure you're not a crip"?...peewee..."its just a nice color"😂😂😂😂
@mariohogan2519
😂😂😂
@lamadesurvivor5216
“It’s a nice color my boy” 🤣