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[Ice Cube]
God damn, another fuckin payback with a twist Them motherfuckers shot but the punks missed Ice Cube is out-gunned, what is the outcome? Will they do me like Malcolm? Cause I bust styles, new styles, standin - strong! While, others +Run+ a +Hundred Miles+ But I never run, never will Deal with the devil with my motherfuckin steel - BOOM! Media try to do me But I was a Boy-N-the-Hood before the movie, yeah Call me nigga, bigger than a spook But you the one that voted for Duke, motherfucker White man, is somethin I tried to study But I got my hands bloody, yeah They said I could sing like a Jaybird But nigga, don't say the J-word I thought they was buggin cause to us Uncle Sam, is Hitler without an oven Burnin our black skin Buy my neighborhood - then push the crack in Doin us wrong from the first day And don't understand why a nigga got an AK Callin me an African-American like everything is fair again, shit Devil, you got to get the shit right I'm black Blacker than a trillion midnights +Don't Believe the Hype+ was said in '88 by the great Chuck D, now they're tryin to fuck me ".. with +No Vaseline+ Just a match and a little bit of gasoline.." - HUH! It's a great day for genocide (What's that?) That's the day all the niggaz died They killed JFK in '63 So what the fuck you think they'll do to me? But I'm the O.G. and I bust back (boom boom) Bust back (Boom boom!) peel a cap (BOOM BOOM!) Gimme room in the fire of the sun Here the mack come, here the black come, watch Jack run! Motherfuckers can't gank me Fuck a devil, fuck a rebel, and a yankee Overrun and put the Presidency After needin that, I'm down wit O.P.P., yeah I met Farrakhan and had dinner And you ask if I'm a five-percenter, well... No, but I go where the brothers go Down with Compton Mosque, Number 54 Made a little dough, still got a sister on my elbow Did Ice Cube sell out? You say, "Hell no!" A black woman is my manager, not in the kitchen So could you please stop bitchin? "Stalkin.. walkin in my big black boots" -> Brother J [Cube] Yeah, yeah.. "But when will they shoot?" "Stalkin.. walkin in my big black boots" -> Brother J [Cube] Yeah, yeah.. "But when will they shoot?" .. {*automatic gunfire*) [Ice Cube] You missed, and didn't hit Da Lench Mob either "Guerillas in the Mist.." without Jungle Fever But I got the fever for the flava of a cracker Not a Pringle, bust the single, here's my new jingle "Stalkin.. walkin in my big black boots" The KKK has got three-piece suits Using niggaz like turkey shoots My motto is +Treat 'Em Like a Prostitute+ Now if I say no violence, devil, you won't respect mine Fuck the dumb shit - and get my Tec-9 And if they approach us A-ight, a-ight - I bury those cockroaches And if you can't deal with my +Kill at Will+ Here's a new gift to get - try my +Death Certificate+ +Amerikkka's Most+, Amerikkka's burnt - it's like toast Like Jordan, I'm goin coast to coast Dribblin the funk here comes the nigga with the motherfuckin monster dunk, get off me punk! "Jordan.. watch Jordan, aiyyo yo watch Jordan .. YES!" "You better eat your Wheaties" -> M.J. "Stalkin.. walkin in my big black boots" -> Brother J [Cube] Yeah, yeah.. "But when will they shoot?" "Stalkin.. walkin in my big black boots" -> Brother J [Cube] Yeah, yeah.. "But when will they shoot?" [Ice Cube] Darryl Gates got the studio surrounded Cause he don't like the niggaz that I'm down with Motherfucker wanna do us Cause I like Nat, Huey, Malcolm, and Louis Most got done by a black man's bullet Give a trigger to a nigga and watch him pull it Negro assass-in I'ma dig a ditch, bitch, and throw yo' ass in When they shoot, no, it won't be a cracker They use somebody much blacker What I do? I called up the Geto Boy(s) crew Cause +My Mind's Playing Tricks On Me+ too Never died, surround my crib and F.O.I. makin sure nobody creep when I sleep Keep a 9 millimeter in my Jeep - PEEP! When I roll, I gots to roll deep Ain't goin out cheap Met the MADD Circle on Cypress Hill cause it's so steep They'll never get me, they'll never hit me Motherfuck that shit J-Dee Now I'm relaxed Grab the St. Ide's brew so I can max Sittin by the window cause it's so fuckin hot and then I heard a shot - boom. |
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{*best guess at what he says*}
Now dis one dedicated to de man dem call MacGyver (bo!) And all double-oh-seven James Bond man 'e from de area (gunshot, gunshot) Maximum respect to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!) And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get WICKED! One, two, three and I come with the wicked style and you know that I'm from, the wicked crew, act like you knew Cause I got everybody jumpin to the voodoo, kick it Wicked, rhymes, picket, signs While me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's Play ya and I'll slay ya I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir Ready to BUCK BUCK BUCK and it's a must to DUCK DUCK DUCK before I bust Lookin for the one that did it but like En Vogue, no you're never gonna get it Cos I'm the one with the fat mad skills and I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills Sittin at the pad just chillin cause Larry Wilkins just got two million, oh what a feelin So shake that nigga and pass me the pill and I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal Like it, dig it, maybe and watch that ass get ??? Kick it cause I get wicked Don Gargon (can't translate) Won't say nuttin, just listen Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison Come my way and get served Still got a duece that'll bunny hop the curb Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin Never seen with a happy grin Show the fat foul cause I'm down Take a look around and all you see is big black boots steppin Use my steel toe as a weapon Kick ya and flip ya, now they want to label this nigga, tape with the sticker Kickin out girls that's nicety Yo, I gotta body count like Ice-T From here to New York I get skins and ain't talkin bout pork Swine, pig, dick Listen to the flow of a so-called negro who didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett Dig it cause I get wicked Don Gargon (can't translate) People wanna know how come I gotta gat and I'm lookin out the window like Malcolm Ready to bring that noise Kinda trigger happy like the Geto Boys April 29th was power to the people and we might just see a sequel cos police got equal pay A horse is a pig that don't fly straight Doin Darryl Gates but is Willie Williams down with the pilgrims Just a super slave We'll have to break his ass up like Super Dave I'm wicked enough to board this Cos now it's on to the fullest Gorilla straight from the mist But I don't miss when it comes to this Bring the yellow tape The white cape, cause I'm so straight Thru with the picket signs, take his job and stick it Bigot, cause I get wicked Don Gargon (can't translate) |
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| 4:03 |
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It's on like Donkey Kong
You wanted that fast buck now I gotta light that ass up The nigga with the big fat trigger Don't test me, gravedigger had the swig of the ST, remember the time we first met her You threw your set up now you gotta get wetter BOOM! PING! BUCK! POW! Now who's that nigga with the diff'rent style? Uhh, ya wanted ta trick It's all about the pud and who can empty it First mate, they made day AK and I'll Kurtis Blow ya ass away like AJ I'm almost certain I'm put on the hurtin Bitch, it's curtains! Locced in my motherfuckin head Gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared You in danger, Mr Gangbanger It ain't cool to take nappy from a stranger Wit'cha drive-by's it took time to catch ya but now I gotta wet'cha Chorus: Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha) Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha) I'm comin ta get'cha (get'cha) You better hope I don't catch ya (catch ya) (You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger (You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger S-I-M-I Valley for the KKK, Rodney! A place on the map where the order is though devils can't leap up a motorist and get nothin but a slap on the wrist Gorillas, gorillas report to the mist The fist of fury and I'ma shove em Motherfuck the jury and who ever love em Why you have to leave it to Beaver? Now I'm chasin Beaver' ass with a cleaver With the sling, sling, sling and chop, chop, chop Get them on, nigga cos tonight we're havin chopped liver And I'ma cut out'cha heart Start the fryin pan for the devil a'la carte Twelve motherfuckers ya better be glad I never met'cha Cos I'm gonna wet'cha Chorus Now wet motherfuckers are bloody Cos a bullet'll mould your ass like silly putty White in the shape A hollow point'll run up in ya like ya got weight Comin out'cha back, Mr Mack Now they got yo' guts in a sack Use to have ya crew real fat in a huddle now you're wet in a puddle, here is the Ice Cube rebuttle You ain't gotta chance, cos even if my bullet just glance Ya still wet your pants So what'cha wanna do when I got'cha ass point blank Ya guaranteed to spank Stiff as a board, ya floored Go meet the Lord and then get ignored Cos you're on your way to hell and that I can bet'cha That's why I had to wet'cha Chorus (You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger *repeat to fade* |
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| 6. |
| 4:04 |
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"There's no stoppin what can't be stopped.
No killin what can't be killed.." "There's somethin out there waitin for us." (x2) You can run but you can't hide from the Westside night stalker, shit talker Run and tell them it's the L.M. Nigga with the gat and I'm back off the everyday prey that I slay Rollin with a fo' chase ya through South Central Monkey-wrench ho should know that, she'll get the bozack Cause I'm not stavin, but fuck that Johnny Carson ho Never had me on the Late Night Show Comin with the shit that'll hit +Steady Mobbin'+ cause the flavor's good There goes the neighborhood Nigga with the third album; how come he don't fall off? Rollin with the sawed-off gauge Turn the page of the chapter, caught up in the rapture But you know Anita, she can get the pita Eat 'em up yum, and you're floored Motherfuck Billboard and the editor - here comes the Predator "Yo I'm out, but - I'll be back" (x4) Check your head for the new style Fuck Laurence Powell and Briseno - Wind and Koon, pretty soon we'll fuck them like they fucked us and won't kiss 'em Riots ain't nothin but dodge for the system Fightin with the beast, no justice, no peace If any, even if we fuck up Denny Niggaz are sick of your white man tricks with no treat That's right; now it's on, on sight You call me a Muslim, no I'm not a resident Still got my vote in - Farrakhan for president of white America, I'm tearing ya a new asshole Who's the nigga with the new black Strollin to your suburb house and I douse with gas, now who's cleanin up trash? Eat 'em up yum, and you're floored Motherfuck Billboard and the editor - here comes the Predator "Yo I'm out, but - I'll be back" (x3) "Yo I'm out.." "Here comes the Predator" "There's somethin out there waitin for us." Got my black rag showin and I'm hoin; Ira Reiner can kiss my grits like Flo, on "Mel's Diner" I'm meaner than a motherfuckin hyena chasin antelope Put my chrome to your dome, watch it bust like a cantaloupe I can't stand a rope, so don't try to hang 'em Talk about dogs; boy I can slang 'em Rat-a-tat-tat on your noggin Cause Ice'll cream your ass like Haagen-Dasz chocoloate - I get - crazy when I catch wreck Even be flippin the tongue like da-diggity-dung Das-EFX So who is Ice Cube? I'm a rapper, actor, macker Got a little problem with the redneck cracker, did the tallywacker Jerry Heller is a devil shit-packer Comin with a crazy pitch And the Statue of Liberty ain't nothin but a lazy bitch Don't wanna give up the crack, to the black But you'll call it racial, if we go and rape the ho But eat 'em up yum, and you're floored Motherfuck Billboard and the editor - I am the Predator "Yo I'm out, but - I'll be back" (x3) "Yo I'm out.." "Yo I'm out, but - I'll be back" (x3) "Yo I'm out.." "They indicated, that when trapped, the creature activated a self-destruct device, that destroyed, enough rainforest to cover three hundred city blocks." {*KA-BOOM*} |
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| 4:20 |
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Break 'em off somethin
{*inhales*} Shit.. {*exhales*} Yo.. Yo.. uhh.. Just wakin up in the mornin gotta thank God I don't know but today seems kinda odd No barkin from the dog, no smog And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog (damn) I got my grub on, but didn't pig out Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out (Whassup?) Hooked it up for later as I hit the do' Thinkin will I live, another twenty-fo' I gotta go cause I got me a drop top And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop Had to stop, at a red light Lookin in my mirror and not a jacker in sight And everything is alright I got a beep from Kim, and she can fuck all night Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all Which park, are y'all playin basketball? Get me on the court and I'm trouble Last week fucked around and got a triple double Freakin niggaz everyway like M.J. I can't believe, today was a good day (shit!) Drove to the pad and hit the showers Didn't even get no static from the cowards Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me Saw the police and they rolled right past me No flexin, didn't even look in a nigga's direction as I ran the intersection Went to $hort Dog's house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps What's the haps on the craps? Shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em Roll 'em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break 'em with the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven Seven even back do' Lil' Joe I picked up the cash flow Then we played bones, and I'm yellin domino Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A. Today was a good day (shit!) Left my nigga's house paid (what) Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the 12th grade It's ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic The Lakers beat the Supersonics I felt on the big fat fanny Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny And my dick runs deep, so deep So deep put her ass to sleep Woke her up around one She didn't hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun Drove her to the pad and I'm coastin Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion I was glad everything had worked out Dropped her ass off and then chirped out Today was like one of those fly dreams Didn't even see a berry flashin those high beams No helicopter looking for a murder Two in the mornin got the Fatburger Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp And it read, "Ice Cube's a pimp" (yeah) Drunk as hell but no throwin up Half way home and my pager still blowin up Today I didn't even have to use my A.K. I got to say it was a good day (shit!) Hey wait, wait a minute Pooh, stop this shit What the fuck I'm thinkin about? |
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| 10. |
| 4:34 |
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There's a new girl on my street
And I might introduce her to mack me Told my homeboy I was scoping hoping To crack them legs wide open Ready to break that banging ass Get it with the shad Take a bath in her mouth yeah Better keep the trojan And if the sex was good still be the whole frame Fucked around and told my plan to the man Sitting next to the god damn men How was I to know son That the nigg' blow with one and told the 4-1-1 With a big fat grand Talking 'bout all the whores that I ran up in Broke a nigga plan like dishes Cuz now the bitch is getting suspicious She know I fuck whores outa habit Who framed Cube, mothafuck Roger Rabbit! Cuz I couldn't have and got stabbed in the back By a black ass dirty mack... CHORUS : And if you didn't know it's like that I got a big fat gat for the dirty mack Yeah nigga didn't you know it was like that I got a big fat gat for the dirty mack... There goes the bill-board pull it And see up I'm still #1 with the bullet what the fuck do I sing? It looks like the Predator it's gettin dissed by the editor Looked up and hell of white for caper It's to lynch a nigga on paper But I'm much too black for the god damn cracker Huh! Dirty Macker Even the Guardian Angel got mental But never seen their ass walking past South Central Little super hair oh don't lemme catcha I fuck around and wetcha Try to dirty mack me out Try to take food out my kids mouth You're looking at my people are stronger than your evil All you ask where they got the hip hop At the dope the 187 taxi on your toe So act like you know That nigga that's known to jack Devils in little red hats Motherfuckin dirty macks! CHORUS Don't come to an O.G., with that 'he said she said' Bitch, hit the freeway, dirty mack's get tossed Cuz I fuck around, and jump your ass like Kris Kross Just might blast, snake in the grass Gotta shake up the ass Found at a trunk of funk Tall and stiff as a philly blunt What more do you want you unfucked up the plot And deserve just what you got Cuz I'm hotter than tabasco You little ass hole Mow I gotta do you like grass chow PKO now you see they flow on cannabis Cause you scandalous Don't know who the man is Ice Cube a jack The white ass Dirt Mack OUTRO: And if you didn't know it's like that I got a big fat gat for the dirty mack Yo Savage didn't you know it was like that I got a big fat gat for the dirty mack I suppose you don't know it's like that I got a big fat gat for the dirty mack... |
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You can't trust a big butt and a smile
No, that's the old style In ninety-deuce, shit ain't quite the same Bitches gotta brand new game, yo It's kinda hard to see But the dating game ain't what it used to be Back in the day, if a ho wanted ya dough She give you a piece of ass and there we go Go and get knocked up and then get socked up You be broke and locked up But the news done hit Bitches all over on some new improved shit To y'all macks Come to find out that bitches are pullin jacks I remember every night all you had to worry about Was gettin caught at a red light And the nigga gettin ya five, day to days Now shit done changed Cos you gots to watch the ones in the skirt And it ain't about gettin burnt I know it sounds strange, but could you Stop thinkin with ya dick for a change Cos you'll get a bullet in your brain, Mr Rich And about that bitch, don't trust em Chorus (Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy bitch) Don't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!) (Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy bitch) You can't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!) *Repeat* Here's how the bitches jack: They try to catch a dumb nigga in the act You came to the club, stepped to the bar And pulled out a wad of Doves After you got buzzed, she walk by You saw how big her ass was Got her on the dancefloor And she started dancin like a ho Jimmy got stiff, she ain't have a ride home So you gave the bitch a lift She didn't wanna trouble you But hopped her big ass in your BMW Hopped to her house and started kissin And Jimmy just wouldn't listen Cos you got real horny And that ain't cool at four in the morning Started undressing the ho Got to the drawers and the ho said "No! "Not on the first date "It's gettin kinda late, could you come back at eight?" You said "Yeah!" cos you thought you met a wholesome ho But nigga, she know you rollin in some dough And you'll regret and somethin 'bout a bitch you just met Don't trust em! Interlude: (scratching of BBD's 'Poison' and PE's 'Don't Believe The Hype') Eight o'clock on the dot, nigga's hot Dick hard as a rock Straight on a solo creep Can't wait till her little boy go to sleep So you can seduce the G Bust a nut and make an excuse to leave You got her worked out cos you the man But the bitch got diff'rent plans She said "Take off your clothes, jump in the bed" While she powder her nose You get butt naked, cos you ready to wreck it! Cos you's a motherfuckin punk, next thing you know The door flies open with a blast With four niggas in ski masks Pointin a gun at the pimp You're scared as a motherfucker and Jimmy done went limp They beat you down just a taste Take ya to your house and make ya open up the safe Drove you far, tied up in the trunk of your own fuckin car Take you out and pop the cap I told you the bitch was a trap Don't trust em! Chorus |
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| 3:19 |
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Hey motherfuckin Cube, what the fuck wrong with you?
You didn't kick the rest of that Gangsta Fairytale shit Why don't you kick it one good time Niggaz on the playground wanna know what's happenin You left em hangin man, what the fuck? [Verse One: Ice Cube] Little Boy Blue is outta Folsom Now them three little pigs gotta roast him Drivin down Sesame Street and I bet That little motherfucker's out fuckin Smurfette Ain't saw the wolf yet, but it's no doubt They'll catch his ass slippin at his grandma house They got the Mac-10 pointed out the coop Cause they gotta follow they nose like Fruit Loops Peeped out Little Miss Muffet on her tuffet eatin grits She saw the Mac-10 and the bitch had the shits Ran into her house, called up her crew Cause Red Riding Hood wants to kill Little Boy Blue And the wolf too, what is Mister Rogers doing? Moved out his Jordan, bought him a Ewing Him, Little Boy Blue and the wolf in the cellar Planning on gettin Cinderella Cause Cinderella still works for the pigs Through with the dwarfs, fuckin Bebe's kids Now Snow White got the horny ass fever Fuckin the Beauty's Beast like Jungle Fever Now the word's on the street When the crews meet You better make some fuckin room Cause it's on with the pigs and them other nigs When the cow jump over the moon, everybody jump [Verse Two] Now Little Boy Blue is up front WIth the nine millimeter, ready for the hunt Little Red Riding Hood caught his ass slippin Drew down on the boy cause the bitch is set-trippin About to get loose with the deuce deuce That's when the boy said, "What about the gang truce?" The little hoe had no words The wolf came around and the bitch got served Three little pigs bought wigs Dressed like sheep, Cinderella is Little Bo Peep Tryin to creep, on the crew The wolf, the Rogers, the Blue, they through Cause the pigs did the buck buck bang, ping Now you hear the fat lady sing Cinderella, ran like a bitch To the pay phone cause the bitch is still a snitch Now the pigs are caught by the pigs and taken In the pen to get fried like bacon You still can't trust no hoe And Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the stories, should go [Outro: Little Russ] Yeah Cube, man that shit was dope nigga You all that and a bowl of grits Nigga that shit was on props, nigga! Yeah that's how you kick that shit for the ninety-deuce, nigga What's happenin nigga?! Yeah nigga that's Gangsta Fairytale part 2 nigga All you trick-ass niggaz can't fuck with it |
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| 3:43 |
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Yeah! Word is bond!
Das EFX in this yaknowhatI'msayin Straight from the sewer, word is bond! Yeah! Yah! Ah-yeah! We doin this with my nigga Where my nigga? Ice Cube in the motherfucker Word is bond! (Yeah!) Verse One: Ice Cube You better check yo self before you wreck yo self Cos I'm bad for your health, I come real stealth Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms Doin foul crime, I'm that nigga wit'cha Alpine Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got the indo No I'm not a sucker, sittin in a House of Pain And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya (Uh!) Headbutt ya, you say you can't touch this And I wouldn't touch ya, in fact motherfuck ya Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough but don't call me DoughBoy This ain't no fuckin motion picture A guy or bitch-a, I'll get wit'cha And hit ya, takin that yack to the neck So you better run a check Chorus One: Das EFX and Ice Cube [Das] So come on and chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self Chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self Yeah, come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self [Ice] Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health Hook: Das EFX Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!) *repeat 2X* Verse Two: Ice Cube Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played Cause they bitchmade pullin out a switchblade That's kinda trifle, caise that's a knife-o AK-47, assault rifle Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow I gotta new style, "WATCH OUT NOW!" I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank But steady talkin shit in the holding tank First you wanna step to me Now your ass screamin for the deputy They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row Now they runnin up in ya slow You're gone, used to be the Don Juan (Check that shit out!) Now your name is just Twan Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck You better run a check Chorus Two: Das EFX and Ice Cube [Das] So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self [Ice] Cause big dicks up yo ass is bad for yo health Hook Verse Three: Ice Cube If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate You coulda had a V8 Instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium (POOOOOW!) I got six and I'm aimin em Will I shoot or keep you guessin Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin Bitch, get off the wood, you're no good There goes the neighbourhood hooker (Slut!) Go ahead and keep your drawers Givin up the claps and who needs applause At a time like this, pop the coochie and ya dead The bitch is a Miami Hurricane hit Sprung, niggaz call her 'Lips and Lungs' Nappy dugout, get the fuck out Cause women like you gets no respect Bitch, you better run a check Chorus Three: Das EFX and Ice Cube [Das] So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self [Ice] Cause bitches like you is bad for my health Hook Chorus Three Hook 3X |
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| 4:37 |
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Drivin down the motherfuckin highway
the flyway hey bitch, you goin my way? Now I got a passenger I look at the miniskirt, now I'm askin her Would you like to hit the fat bud, or perhaps should I run your name through the mud I mean, are you giving up the nappy dugout? She said no, well then get the fuck out Cause I know where the hoes be feinin' plus your fat ass got my six-deuce leanin' Bust a U on the avenue why oh why there ain't shit to do But then sir jinx played his mix and you thought that shit played out in eighty six Lookin for my dogs looked up in the mirror being followed by the hogs One time's on my motherfuckin line why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me They must thind I'm a gee they both walk up with the g. l. o. c. (Freeze! There was a robbery and the nigger looked just like you. Now get out of the car with your hands up and legs spread.) Started they investigation no driver's liscence no registration When I stepped out the car they slammed me goddamn ya'll who got the camera? Chorus Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit who got the camera? (x2) Verse 2: No lights no camera no action and the pigs wouldn't believe that my slave name was Jackson He said don't lie to me I'm lookin for John, Matt, or Spike Lee The motherfucker called for back up I guess they planned to beat the mack up He called me a silly ass thug and pulled out his billy ass club Tearin up my coupe lookin for the chronic goddamn nobody got a panasonic Found an empty can of old gold came around and put my ass in a choke hold Fucked around and broke my pager then they hit a nigga with the tazer the motherfucking pigs were tryin to hurt me I fell to the floor and yelled lord have mercy Then they hit me in the face ya'll but to them it ain't nuttin but (a friendly game of base ball) Crowd stood around I said goddamn ya Who got the camera Repeat Chorus Verse 3 I knew when I saw that deputy smirkin' that they were gonna put some work in Mr. law had to hit me in the jaw cause I called them faggots with guns and badges They played rat-a-tat-tat on me head but if I had the gatty-gat-gat they'd be dead A victim of a big fat 187 and little devils don't go to heaven Last night there were eleven but they were'nt scarin me so they tried the flashlight therapy I looked at the black one and called him a traitor I don't give a fuck if you got a beta Just take my fuckin picture so I can go downtown and bitch and pitch ya (?) The one that called me a spook his name is officer David Duke If the crowd weren't around they would've shot me tried to play me out like my name was rodney Fuckin police gettin badder but if I had a camera the shit wouldn't matter (bitch), uh who got my nine, who got my nine Ya'll done did it this time, uh who the fuck got my nine |
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Good evening. Police, do not try to adjust your radios. There is
nothing wrong. We have takin control over this city as to bring you this special bulletin and we will return this motherfucker to ya as soon as the National Guard move in. Verse 1: The cops wanna catch the nigga that won't fetch But I'll blast ya, never call ya master Who is that kickin up shit much faster? Rollin on a scooter, you know I might do ya See a black clock and my buckshots run right thru ya I never knew ya Cos I'm not a trick You can suck the biggity-dick, I'm not the piggity-pig I get away quickity-quick on the plane to South Central Never get played by the monkey wrench ho Staedy mobbin I'm just like Robin Hood up to no good, so many bitches on my wood To the right of me and to the left of me Bitch, I got so much game I need a referee Throw a penalty of ass interference Damn, y'all over me, so bitch get on the bitch Here comes the cops so I better hit the fence Better run fast cos the dobermans pinch And I won't play mine in the daytime Goddamn, here comes the canine Four legged copper that wants to use Ice Cube as a whopper But who's the first nigga to outrun a chopper? No lie say hi to the bad guy Interlude: (*Cube talkin with officer*) Fuck! (Hey guys, where ya headed?) Nowhere, man (Got your licence and registration?) Yeah, hold up, right here (Hey, what's in that box back there?) Nuttin, aah, nuttin (They happen to be donuts?) (Ya got a glazed donut? How bout a beerclaw?) Aaah... (If you don't have one, I got ta gaffle ya) What? You gon' gaf... Yeah! Verse 2: See one-time, hit em up cos you know the Lench Mob is down to get em up People think Ice Cube roll with the gangs cos I'm in a coupe de sittin on thangs Ain't gotta tell me twice about the jack see a got a 9 in my lap ta take care of that Caps get peeled on the regular cos niggas try to get me for my cellular Knick knack paddy wack, the mack daddy's back Kidnappin hos like the Patty Hurst jack Have the white ho, where the fo'-fo'? Go rob a liquor store, they can't blame it on a nigga row Bring the money to the rooster Had the bitch and the Mob bein the booster Damn, can't stand when the bitch get sent to sample *?bran?* and come back up man You wanna point the finger at me cos the OG is sooped like Chevro RD Humpin, jumpin, had the place jumpin Goddamn, gotta break you off sometin You wanna know why I bust in half Now look at you now Huh, and I'm out real fast Get the paper out yo' ass, baby Yo, here we go, listen to the po' Shoot the bo-bo and act like ya know, ho Fuck with the flow and die When I walk by say hi to the bad guy Interlude: Ai yo man, there's just one left (I'll make a deal with ya) What? (Aah, ya got one of those powdered donuts? (How bout that twister? If it have cream in the middle, I'm gonna have to gaffle ya!) You gon' gaffle us? (Hey, can I reach back there and get one?0 Aaah yeah homie, go on and reach ahead here Duck ya head in here man *gun shots* (What kind of cop killer are you?) |
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| 3:54 |
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CHORUS:
So come on and chick-ity-check yo self before you wreck yo self You betta check yo self for you wreck yo self Cause I′m bad for your health I come real stealth Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms Do without one mother nigga wit yo Alpine Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got that indoe Yo I′m not a sucka, sittin in a House of Pain And no I′m not the butler, I′ll cut ya Head-butt ya, you say you can′t touch this And I wouldn′t touch ya, punk motherfucker Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough, but don′t call me Dough-Boy This ain′t no fuckin motion picture A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit ya And hit ya, makin they yack to the neck So you better run a check CHORUS Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade That′s kinda trifle, cause that′s a knife-o AK-47, assault rifle Hold the fifty, I′m nifty now, [Watch out now] I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank But steady talkin shit in the holdin tank First you wanna step to me, now your ass screamin for the deputy They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row, now the runnin up in ya slow You′re God, used to be the Don Juan, now your name is just Twan Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck, you better run a check CHORUS Big dicks in ya mouth is bad for your health If you′re foul you better run a make on that license plate you coulda had a V8 Instead of a trey-eight slug to ya cranium I got six and I′m aimin em Will I bust or keep you guessin Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin Bitch, get off the wood, you no good There goes the neighborhood hooker Go ahead and keep your drawers givin up the claps and who needs applause at a time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead Bitch is a Miami Hurricane head Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs Nappy dugout, get the fuck out Cause women like you gets no respect Bitch, you better run a check CHORUS Cause bitches like you is bad for my health Cause the Lench Mob is bad for ya health Nine-trey, remix, old school tip, yeah It′s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from goin under hee hee |
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Break me]
[Shit..] [Yo..] Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God I don’t know but today seems kinda odd No barking from the dogs no smog And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog I got my grub on but didn’t pig out Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out Hooked it up on later as I hit the do’ Thinking will i live another twenty fo’ I gotta go cause I got me a drop top And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop Had to stop at a red light Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight And everything is alright I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night Called up the homies and I’m askin y’all Which court, are y’all playin basketball? Get me on the court and I’m trouble Last week fucked around and got a triple double Freaking brothers everyway like M.J. I can’t believe, today was a good day Drove to the pad and hit the showers Didn’t even get no static from the cowards Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me Saw the police and they rolled right past me No flexin, didn’t even look in a niggaz direction as I ran the intersection Went to $hort Dog’s house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps What’s the haps on the craps Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven Seven even back do’ Joe I picked up the cash flow Then we played bones, and I’m yellin domino and now i am yelling dominoes Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A. Today was a good day Left my niggaz house paid Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade It’s ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic The Lakers beat the Supersonics I felt on the big fat fanny Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny And my dick runs deep so deep so deep put her ass to sleep Woke her up around one she didn’t hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun Drove her to the pad and I’m coasting Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion I was glad everything had worked out Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out Today was like one of those fly dreams Didn’t even see a berry flashing those high beams No helicopter looking for a murder Two in the morning got the fat burger Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp And it read Ice Cube’s a pimp Drunk as hell but no throwing up Half way home and my pager still blowing up Today I didn’t even have to use my A.K. I got to say it was a good day. Hey wait, wait a minute fool Stop the shit What the fuck am I thinking about? |
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| 3:26 |
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*Originally appeared as a B-side to Cube's "Check Yo Self" single
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* Originally appeared as a B-side to Cube's "Wicked" single
Mr. Dirty Harry, you look really scary With your .357, officer Kevin Spent 11 years on the force trying to get mine Head got the flat top, boots got the spit shine Don't give a fuck about my neighborhood Just wanna do your eight hours, then hit the showers Shoot a brother down adn you don't send flowers Goddamn sherrif, can't wait to tarriff A chunk of a nigga ass, but watch a nigga blast And get away nigga fast You ain't gonna have me face down no more You ain't gonna have a chance to clown no more To the boys in blue, I got kids too Ain't going out like a jigaboo, no no no On my way to the store You see me in a Range Rover, now you gotta pull me over But where oh where is the ticket? You got your hand on your gun cause you're wicked You don't like the face of the original man But you gotta treat me like an individual man Talk right and I'll talk right back Show some goddamn respect to the black Cause I gotta get back to my wife But I'm sorry, you ain't gonna take my life Just because you got a badge Did you think Ice Cube was gonna wave the white flag? Cracker please, you can yell freeze I'd rather die standing up than die on my knees You think you can do anything you want to do To my crew when you come through, man fuck you Shooting up South Central Catch your ass slipping at a rent show Could have popped you off, one dead cop But I know you got a wife and a dog named Spot I show a little mercy cause I'm civilized Looking through a nigga's eyes at a much bigger prize But when I saw Rodney it got me so hot Made me wanna go out and pop me a cop Cause every time you see me sagging Here comes the Grand Dragon, in the motherfucking patty wagon Try to play me like a trick Sometimes you act like a dick, Mr. Nightstick Back then, I used to throw my Mack-10 But nowadays you got the black skin Back then you don't like the voice of a nigga named Ice But you ain't gonna take my life You man let's get an understanding I know that your job is demanding But I only got me one life to live You only got about six shots to give And I got a big AK with a 50-round clip So why should we trip? You ain't gonna punk me, so what you trying for? Ain't no job worth dying for, is it? Might pay a visit to Petey Wheatstraw When you stop me on the shore, officer of the law And if I did something wrong, you can lock me up Never never never gonna sock me up So next time you have the urge, all of the sudden To fuck with a nigga for nothing Think about me, a brother that's 23 I got a son and a J-O-B So before you pull your gun, you'd better think twice Pig, cause you ain't gonna take my life |
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