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I got my locs on, I got my locs on
And you can't see my eyes, and you can't see my eyes I got my locs on, I got my locs on And you can't tell I'm high, and you can't tell I'm high I got my locs on, I got my locs on And you can't see my eyes, and you can't see my eyes I got my locs on, I got my locs on And you can't tell I'm high, and you can't tell I'm high Ice Cube: I got my locs on, welcome to the terrordome I got them carrots on givin off them pheromones Women love it when they see me on that motorcycle Niggas hate it cuz they know I'm makin more than Michael Been ballin since the word ballin played out They brought it back to describe me in that maybach Me and Jeezy Jeezy rollin with our locs on Smokin somethin good fuckin up the ozone I got my locs on (Yeah), I got my locs on (uh) And you can't see my eyes (no), and you can't see my eyes (no) I got my locs on, I got my locs on And you can't tell I'm high, and you can't tell I'm high (I'm so high) I got my locs on, I got my locs on And you can't see my eyes, and you can't see my eyes I got my locs on, I got my locs on And you can't tell I'm high, and you can't tell I'm high Young Jeezy: Brand new Versaces ran me a buck 50 (They must have set you back) naw, baby, not really switchin lanes yes yea the chopper's just silly when it's bustin at your ass we just laughin at ya really I got my locs on, dickies on, keep the workin niggas on keep the cashmere vickis on, yea, she keep them vickis on keep my locs on, see you hatin motherfuckers keep my locs on, you know they match my bag suckas I got my locs on, I got my locs on And you can't see my eyes, and you can't see my eyes I got my locs on, I got my locs on And you can't tell I'm high, and you can't tell I'm high (I'm so high) I got my locs on (I'm so high), I got my locs on (I'm so high) And you can't see my eyes (I'm so high), and you can't see my eyes I got my locs on, I got my locs on And you can't tell I'm high, and you can't tell I'm high Ice Cube: I got my locs on cuz my eyes are burgundy And when I get home I don't want the third degree The verdict be urgently these niggas wanna murder me They scared of the consequences comin from my defenses It ain't that expensive have your ass hoppin fences Lucky motherfucker missed your ass by some inches Next time understand, what you fuckin' with, it's legendary status Sittin behind these glasses, nigga I got my locs on (Yeah), I got my locs on (uh) And you can't see my eyes (no), and you can't see my eyes (no) I got my locs on (Yeah), I got my locs on (Yeah) And you can't tell I'm high (haha), and you can't tell I'm high (I'm so high) I got my locs on (I'm so high), I got my locs on (I'm so high) And you can't see my eyes (I'm so high), and you can't see my eyes (no) I got my locs on, I got my locs on And you can't tell I'm high, and you can't tell I'm high |
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There are seven known wonders of the world, you about to witness the eighth, muthafucka...
I got King Kong in my trunk, King Kong in my doors My nuts play ping-pong from the noise; You can hear me from a block away I'm sitting next to your ass and can't hear what you got to say My shit is loud, my ears is ringing My paint job is wet, my chrome is gleaming I feel like a vet ballin' on these rookies An old-school bully, you must have played hooky I bring it like a bookie, my aggression is depressing Don't give a muthafucka time to learn his lesson A lunatic, y'all know what I represent The only rapper that wanna fist-fight the president It Take A Nation of niggas to hold us back It Take A Nation of niggas to hold us back It Take A Nation of niggas to hold us back It Take A Nation of niggas to hold us back When I bang this it's dangerous, niggas go brainless So bang this with the four-five stainless And understand that you looking at the famous West-coast rapper who act like an anus Hollywood, they thought they could tame this Pit-bull, but I know what the game is Them fuckers cheat like an NBA ref If you smoke one? They'll electrocute you to death I got god on my intellect, Godzilla by the neck When the nigga come through, who you wanna holler at Ghostwriters hit the deck, when ya boi got a tech Where the fuck is Africa-Bamabata at We need to take it back, fuck Viacom Clear Clear Channel and Radio One You muthafuckas programmed by the programmers That's why you getting locked up by the dope slammers, not me It take a nation of niggas to hold us back It take a nation of niggas to hold us back It take a nation of niggas to hold us back It take a nation of niggas to hold us back They music so fluffy, I'm a stay gutter That shit is kinda popcorn, my shit is so butter My style never change in 22 summers Straight independent and doing my numbers This shit don't sell, you know I'm still paid So sour-puss niggas, can drink lemonade I'm doin it for the love, You doing it because You need that advancement to spend on them dubs I don't need a penny, but I need many Don't worry bout ma money boi, cause I got plenty You muthafuckas worry 'bout flossing so much You don't know the fundamentals, you forgot how to brush These thirty-two teeth will give your ass grief Bite you like a fat burger if you got beef So whose it gonna be, your favourite MC Your scared of the government, they scared of me, now what? It take a nation of niggas to hold us back It take a nation of niggas to hold us back It take a nation of niggas to hold us back It take a nation of niggas and streets of crack So young, so angry... damn that rap music |
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Blame me
You niggas know my pyroclastic flow You niggas know my pyroclastic flow flow flow You niggas know my pyroclastic flow It's R.A.W R.A.W You lookin' at the grand wizard war lord vocal chord so vicious And I don't have to show riches to pull up pull off with some bad bitches And it ain't about chivalry It's about dope lyrics and delivery It's about my persona Ain't nothing like a man that can do wha he wanna Ain't nothing like man on that you knew on the cornna See 'em come up and fuck up the owner See 'em throw up westside California Nigga I'm hot as phoenix Arizona I'm Utah: I got multiple bitches It's a new law: keep a hold of yo riches Dumb nigga don't spend it as soon as you get it And recognize I'm a captain you a lieutenant I can say what I want to say Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I call you a nigga Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it I can act like an animal Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I eat you like a cannibal Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it I'm raw as a dirty needle Choke an eagle Just to feed all my people Lyrically I'm so lethal Plant thoughts in they mind just to defeat you Ice Cube is a saga ya spit saliva and I spit lava I got the fearless flow Don't get near this ho, if you scared to go I keep it gangsta and why should I change that fuck all you muthafuckas tryin' to change rap (Say what, say what?) But aren't you the same cat that sat back when they brought cocaine back? (Say what, say what?) I'm tryin' to get me a Maybach how you muthafuckas gonna tell me don't say that You the ones that we learned it from I heard nigga back in 1971 So if I act like a pimp Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I call you a nappy headed hoe Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I shoot up your college Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I rob you of knowledge Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it Thank God when I bless the mic You finally get to hear the shit that you like A nigga talkin' 'bout real life So you can try to get this shit right Use your brain not your back use your brain not a gat It's a party not a jack (for real) Don't be scared of them people Walk up in there and show them that you equal (fuck them, fuck them) And don't be material A nigga grew up on milk and cereal I never forgot vaness and imperial Look at my life Ice Cube is a miracle It could be you if you was this lyrical It could be her if she was this spritual Cause me and Allah go back like cronies I ain't got to be fake cause He is my homie If I sell a little crack Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I die in Iraq Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I take you for granted Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I fuck up the planet Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it You niggas know my pyrocalstic flow You niggas know my pyrocalstic flow flow flow You niggas know my pyrocalstic flow It's R.A.W R.A.W Oh yeah and another thing for all y'all niggas that don't do gangsta rap Don't get on tv talkin' about gangsta rap Cause 9 times at of 10 you don't know the fuck you're talkin' about Talk about that bullshit rap you do And stay the fuck out of mines |
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Keith David:
The hood mentality is a crippling disease That attacks your nervous system, it makes you nervous of the system Gangstas and hood rats are especially susceptible to this growth stunting mentality The hood is where I'm from, but it's not what I am The hood is where I'm from, but it's not what I am Ice Cube: Fuck school nigga, I'ma be a dope dealer I'ma be a killa, yep, a urban guerrilla I'ma stack scrilla, yeah, buy me a villa Sell a 5-0 to my auntie Priscilla I don't give a fuck that she look like "thriller" Hit that shit one more time and fuck around and kill her Cause I got the heart of a pittsburgh steeler Black nigga draped in gold, with a nine milla Love money, love jail, love that penitentiary mail Love the way these niggaz smell, keep comin' back, can't you tell? Love to see my mama cry, love to see my babies struggle Love to see my woman juggle nuts 'cause she got to hustle I don't give a fuck how my life go Now i'm a slave man to this caveman without geico Everybody wanna call Michael a psycho But he ain't never came through the hood with a rifle Gunnin' niggaz down 'cause they don't got the right clothes Hit the wrong person 'cause we shoot just like hoes First i was blood thirsty, mr.-mr. controversy Now i wanna beg for mercy, should have took my ass to berkeley If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? Fuck school, nigga, if I grow a little taller Everybody tell me I'm gon' do it, I'm gon' be a baller So fuck that thinkin', fuck that thank and fuck them Lincoln's, I want franklin's Come back through here with my crew, I'm gon' have my own shoe I'm gon' be that little fool comin' in your living room Starting point guard nigga, fresh out of middle school Either it's the NBA or it's the NFL I don't know what else I can do to keep my ass up out of jail I wanna be like Tiger Woods, swing that club, make you sick (I wanna be like Pacman Jones), (I wanna be like Michael Vick) I wanna be like Barry Bonds, (I wanna be like O.J. Simpson) Leave this field, leave this prison, tell you motherfuckers where to kiss 'em I wanna be all broke up, movin' all old and slow I wanna be a alcoholic just like broadway joe I wanna be a sideshow, kinda like Iron Mike Used to have a few bentleys, now i just ride a bike If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? Fuck school nigga, they ain't tryin' to educate me All they give a fuck is what I memorized lately I'm gon' have to teach myself, clock that money, get that wealth I wanna be like santa claus, I don't wanna be no fuckin' elf No kid left behind, but he get the run-around Can't you motherfuckers see that they tryin' to dumb us down? Don't trust the government, president is for sale He don't give a fuck about a nigga, just a oil well Sell crack, go to jail, bust a rap, go to hell Do i got to sell my soul if i wanna go to yale? Go kiss oprah's ass if you wanna be gail I'd rather have my ass kissed up in bloomingdale You can go be a pimp, you can go be a hoe But you only gon' get paid off what you know If you don't know shit, then you can't work for me Cause you read your first book in the penitentiary If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? |
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why the fuck do you wanna murder
you punk ass never heard of me i never did non to your family still you wanna kill a young nigga randomly u wanna take the life God handed to me send it back to him coz u never |
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To all my people goin through it on a daily basis
And it seem like the world is full of cold places Keep yo' head up, fuck what they said cause You can do it and the man will get you through it I believe that, homey, I believe that If I can picture that, I'll bring a picture back They say "Gangster, gangster! Tell me how you do it How you get through it and them other niggaz blew it" I keep my eye on the prize then pursue it Chase it like a cheetah chuck it out and subdue it So self-educate, nigga don't hate Cause the game I got is Madden oh-eight Fuck with Cube, I'm better than YouTube Fuck with them dudes them niggaz is new school The game don't change just the players The rhymes don't change just the fuckin rhymesayers (Hahahaha!) They make it up as they go along But I'm goin on 25 years strong The shit I say might get you through the day Or change your whole life in a major way The shit they say, might catch you a case The shit I say, feel like your birthday To all my people goin through it on a daily basis And it seem like the world is full of cold places Keep yo' head up, fuck what they said cause You can do it and the man will get you through it I believe that, homey, I believe that If I can picture that, I'll bring a picture back You know what? Momma said it'd be days like this Straight hell on earth, but come up out the abyss She said "Don't let 'em see you crawl, don't let 'em see you fall All they wanna do is laugh when you tear your drawers" It's a cold world, nigga, bring a bomber jacket If it's another hustle out there I'ma crack it Fuck the new dance, I'ma learn how to eat Get my mind right, stay up out these fuckin streets They keep callin me They keep callin, all the lil' homies keep fallin In them same traps niggaz cain't figure out In the fast lane, boy, but the bridge is out Make my blood boil, get yo' life spoiled Get you in the system, get you in the soil And your funeral was sponsored by Unocal Saw you UVN, nigga digital To all my people goin through it on a daily basis And it seem like the world is full of cold places Keep yo' head up, fuck what they said cause You can do it and the man will get you through it I believe that, homey, I believe that If I can picture that, I'll bring a picture back I know, it's fucked up how they do us Pretend they really care, but then they Jerry Lewis Take that money that was allocated to us Put us in some fucked up trailers then sue us Watchin Katrina, is worser than Ike & Tina See New Orleans get bitchslapped by FEMA Louisiana got racist-ass politics Free the Jena Six (NIGGA FREE THE JENA SIX!) Your honor, Osama, Obama Even, yo' momma ain't fuckin with my karmas They want us to quit, forget And not give a shit about these sick-ass politics A lunatic is in the White House Make me wanna go do a lick right now But they'll make a nigga bow down In the penitentiary, a billion dollar industry To all my people goin through it on a daily basis And it seem like the world is full of cold places Keep yo' head up, fuck what they said cause You can do it and the man will get you through it I believe that, homey, I believe that If I can picture that, I'll bring a picture back I believe that, homey, I believe that If I can picture that, I'll bring a picture back |
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I do Gangsta Rap
They want to blame the world problems on Gangsta Rap It's our fault; Coz motherfuckers are dieing in Iraq It's our fault; Coz motherfuckers is starving in Africa It's Gangsta Raps fault; That people are poor Can't get enough to fucking eat or live their life (That's bullshit) That's rap musics fault. It's rap musics fault; we got all these god damn laws, and restrictions and shit we can't do (That's bullshit) They blame it all on us I'm blamin' them motherfuckers for Gangsta Rap Because if they didn't create these kind of conditions I wouldn't have shit to rap about You know what I mean! A'right, a'right, everybody back up, star status comin' through. The man is in the building. Don't touch him, don't look at him, and don't ask to take a picture. (Verse 1) I walks in, with that California swagger With that attitude that it ain't nothin' badder Now you can call me rapper Or you can call me mister Big money trapper, fuckin' with your sister I'ma do it my way, from here to Zimbabwe It's too hot today Fuck what you got to say Fuck if you mad at me, better go change your battery Ain't gonn take my sunshine, like I hit the lottery Ah, he's a show off, a hot head go off Yeah don't make he mad He might tear the fucking door off Take all his cars, and don't try to fall Coz one of his people, might cut your fucking toe off Ice Cube baby, make you take him serious Everthin' I say, ends with a period Everthin' I do, ends with you curious Lookin' for the best rapper God damn period. (Chorus) (Thank God) Thank God The Gangsta's back (x3) And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap (So thank God) Thank God The Gangsta's back (x3) And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap Comin' live from Los Angleas I know you hate to see me comin' (I know, I know) I know you saved a little something (I know, I know) I know your mouth is still runnin' (I know, I know) All smiles when I'm coming (Verse 2) When I step up in the spot Is he a thug or not Is he a jugganaught, no I'm a astronaught Nose all in the clouds, Ya'll think I'm too proud Got to stay above the crowd, How you fuckers like me now Some of ya'll start to smile Some of ya'll start to frown Some of ya'll back up All niggers start to clap Now I gotta act up, kinda like Bobby Brown Better call for back up, when I shut this lobby down When will you realise the cycle will continue though Commercials for hatorade. Boy is it in you hate to see me comin' (?) Me and my ladies Superman and Wonder Woman He think he the shit, the shit think he me So come smell mine, I bet it don't stink I am the link, the food and the drink The colour in the Kool aid, the nigger in the meat (Don't trip) (Chorus) (Thank God) Thank God The Gangsta's back (x3) And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap (So thank God) Thank God The Gangsta's back (x3) And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap I know you hate to see me comin' (I know, I know) I know you saved a little something (I know, I know) I know your mouth is still runnin' (I know, I know) All smiles when I'm comin' Thank God that The Gangsta's back (Crazy remix style) (Verse 3) When will they realise, they'll never stop me They call me arrogant They call me cocky Just because, I wont let them chop me They want to whoop my ass, but this ain't Rocky I'm as hot as a habotchi (?) Star child comin' And I promise ya'll i'ma keep it one hun'ed Ya'll promise me you wont T.R.I.P Or I'ma have to hit your ass with a 2-piece Hit you with some rice and two more sides Don't you know my niggers turn haters int' mash potatus I'm the macaroni with the cheese nigger please when you see me on the red carpet, down on your knees! (Chorus) (Thank God) Thank God The Gangsta's back (x3) And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap (So thank God) Thank God The Gangsta's back (x3) And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap I know you hate to see me comin' (I know, I know) I know you saved a little something (I know, I know) I know your mouth is still runnin' (I know, I know) All smiles when I'm comin' |
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[Chorus]
Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! [Verse 1] I'm in that Hot Thang, gutter lane Dippin' with that wood grain So fuckin' hood, mayne They call me The Boogeyman In that slow lane, what is your whole name? I forgot this ho's name, I'll call her Louise Lane Up on that boulevard, 24's rotate Ice Cube comin' through, gotta make the hoes wait Roll at my own pace - nigga, don't hate! Fuck all you fat-fuckers leanin' up against my paint! Ice Cube, I steal a little paint (Movie star!) Fuck you! Pour a nigga a lil' drink! That's how it's goin' down out here in California Listen to my people, when a nigga hit the corner! [Chorus] Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Mirror, mirror, on the wall Who is the flyest one of all? [Verse 2] Now pull in the parking lot Nigga, find a parking spot Fired up, everyone want to spark a lot Puff-puff-pass, we out on Ave. Lookin' for a big fat ass to harass! Is it you? Uh-huh, I see you lookin' When we roll by, pussy still cookin' Freaks get tooken when they lookin' for stars If you don't like my face - bitch, look at my car! Keep it simple, I told you once befo' It really don't matter how I get you to the mo' It really don't matter how I get you in my low Just hop in, let's go And let your friends know! [Chorus] Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Mirror, mirror, on the wall Who is the flyest one of all? [Verse 3] Do ya thang, girl! Fuck what they lookin' at! We the dogs gettin' chased by the pussycat West Coast, baby - with so much gravy You should call The Navy, ever since the 80's I've been doin' good, they been doin' bad When I see you walk by, I'm pursuin' that But never chase it, my game is so basic As soon as I lace it - baby, wanna taste it? Just face it, put me to the test Ice Cube would ace it, I'm built for success Fuck a Rockstar! We wanna party like a Rap Star In the club, in the house, or the backyard (Yay-yay!) You make it rain with ones, I make it rain with hun's And we get lap-dance from nuns They put away they crucifix And they say, "Ice Cube - boy, you the shit!" [Chorus] Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Mirror, mirror, on the wall Who is the flyest one of all? Mirror, mirror, on the wall Who is the flyest one of all? [Bridge] I see you lookin' at me We don't give a fuck! What you lookin' at? We gonna give it up! [Chorus] Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Mirror, mirror, on the wall Who is the flyest one of all? Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! |
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[Ice Cube:]
I do gangsta rap. They want to blame the world problems on gangsta rap. It's our fault 'cause muthafuckers is dyin' in Iraq. It's our fault 'cause muthafuckers is starvin' in Africa. It's gangsta rap's fault that people are poor. Can't get enough to fuckin' eat or live their life. (That's bullshit.) That's rap music's fault. It's rap music's fault that we got all these god damn laws & restrictions & shit we can't do. (Yeah, that's bullshit.) They blame it all on us. I'm blamin' them muthafuckers for gangsta rap. Because if they didn't create these kind of conditions, I wouldn't have shit to rap about. You know what I mean? A'right, a'right. Everybody back up. Star status comin' through. The man is in the building. Don't touch him. Don't look at him & don't ask to take a picture. [Verse 1: Ice Cube] I walks in with that California swagger. With that attitude that it ain't nothin' badder. Now you can call me rapper. Or you can call me mister. Big money trapper, fuckin' with your sister. Yeah & I'm a do it my way, from here to Zimbabwe. It's too hot today. Fuck what you got to say. Fuck if you mad at me, better go change your battery. Ain't gon' take my sunshine, like I hit the lottery. Oh, he's a show off, a hot head go off. Yeah don't make he mad. He might tear the fuckin' door off. Take all his cars & don't try to fall. 'Cause one of his people might cut your fuckin' toe off. Ice Cube baby, make him take you serious. Everything I say ends with a period. Everything I do ends with you curious. Stop lookin' for the best rapper. God damn period. [Chorus:] Thank God. Thank God the gangsta's back. Thank God. Thank God the gangsta's back. Thank God. Thank God the gangsta's back. And we ain't gotta put up with this brainless rap. So Thank God. Thank God the gangsta's back. You better... So Thank God. Thank God the gangsta's back. You better... So Thank God. Thank God the gangsta's back. And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap. Comin' live from Los Angeles. [Ice Cube:] I know you hate to see me comin'. I know. I know. I know you sayin' a little somethin'. I know. I know. I know your mouth is still runnin'. I know. I know. All smiles when I'm comin'. [Verse 2]: Ice Cube When I step up in the spot "Is he a thug or not?" "Is he a Juggernaut?" No I'm a astronaut. Nose all in the clouds, Y'all think I'm too proud. Got to stay above the crowd. How you fuckers like me now? Some of y'all start to smile. Some of y'all start to frown. Some of y'all back up. All niggas start to clap. Now I gotta act up, kinda like Bobby Brown. Better call for back up when I shut this lobby down. When will you realize the cycle will continue through commercials for hatorade. Boy is it in you hate to see me comin'? Riches fill up drummin'. Me & my ladies. Superman & Wonder Woman. He think he the shit, the shit think he me. So come smell mine, I bet it don't stink. I am the link, the food & the drink. The color in the Kool-Aid, the nigga in the meat. Don't trip. [Chorus:] Thank God. Thank God the gangsta's back. Thank God. Thank God the gangsta's back. Thank God. Thank God the gangsta's back. And we ain't gotta put up with this brainless rap. So Thank God. Thank God the gangsta's back. You better... So Thank God. Thank God the gangsta's back. You better... So Thank God. Thank God the gangsta's back. And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap. [Ice Cube:] I know. I know. I know you hate to see me comin'. I know. I know. I know you sayin' a little somethin'. I know. I know. I know your mouth is still runnin' I know. I know. All smiles when I'm comin'. Thank God that the gangsta's back... (Crazy remix style) [Verse 3: Ice Cube] Now when will they realize they'll never stop me? They call me arrogant. They call me cocky. Just because I won't let 'em chop me. They want to whip my ass, but this ain't Rocky. I'm as hot as a habotchi. Star child comin'. And I promise y'all I'm a keep it one hun'ed. Y'all promise me you won't T.R.I.P. Or I'm a have to hit your ass with a 2-piece. Hit you with some rice & 2 more sides. Don't you know my niggas turn haters into mash potatoes? I'm the macaroni with the cheese, nigga please. When you see me on the red carpet, down on your knees. [Chorus:] Thank God. Thank God the gangsta's back. Thank God. Thank God the gangsta's back. You better... Thank God. Thank God the gangsta's back. And we ain't gotta put up with this brainless rap. So Thank God. Thank God the gangsta's back. You better... So Thank God. Thank God the gangsta's back. You better... So Thank God. Thank God the gangsta's back. And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap. [Ice Cube:] I know. I know. I know you hate to see me comin'. I know. I know. I know you sayin' a little somethin'. I know. I know. I know your mouth is still runnin'. I know. I know. All smiles when I'm comin'. |
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Here He Come lyrics by Ice Cube
[Ice Cube, Verse 1] I am the one, that you heard about, read about I am the one, that had to take the ghetto route I am the one, don't make me pull this ghetto out I'm comin' straight from the cave who let him out Crazy nigga thought he was gone, but he ain't gone Even King Kong took his black monkey ass home When I hit the block, watch them scatter like roaches So don't be fake, 'cause I know what a hoe is Handle my business, no playin' 'cause I'm focused You the definition of what a f**kin' joke is When they see you comin', they play with your emotions F**k with my emotions and they find you in the oceans Yeah I said oceans, yeah I mean plural My boy got a knife to turn a boy into a girl We'll f**k up your world, no boos to my drama We'll include yo mama, if you f**k with my commas I ain't tryin' to scary you I ain't tryin' to hear you I ain't tryin' to control that nigga in the mirror I'll I'm tryin' to is bark before I fight Before I take you down, might as well be polite [Chorus] Hear 'em say, oh my God, here he come, here he come Hear 'em say, oh my God, here he come, here he come Hear 'em say, oh my God, here he come, here he come Hear 'em say, oh my God, here he come, here he come Don't tryin' to be no hero, you nothin' but a zero Don't tryin' to be no hero, you nothin' but a zero Don't tryin' to be a hero, you nothin' but a zero A nigga for the people, where ever they go we go [Ice Cube, Verse 2] Now when I roll through the hood, lil' kids watch my every move Tryin' to be a good example, don't make me bury you If you sit on my swagger, bitch take some carellflu Don't underestimate the damage caused by a '22 Pop yo' ass right behind the ear within' hear Nothin' like a firecracker, hits you like a linebacker Don't forget the grind factor, I am a grinder And here's a reminder, ain't no tellin' where they find ya Now what this got to do with the price of tea in China? Nothin' mothaf**ka just don't act like a vagina You won't catch the rath of this hardcore rhymer Now you got 55 niggas right behind ya Now you wanna talk it out, but we don't negotiate Now you gotta do all kind of shit that we know you hate Straight from the west and we got to be respected Here it's going down, here 'em runnin' for the exit [Chorus] Hear 'em say, oh my God, here he come, here he come Hear 'em say, oh my God, here he come, here he come Hear 'em say, oh my God, here he come, here he come Hear 'em say, oh my God, here he come, here he come Don't tryin' to be no hero, you nothin' but a zero Don't tryin' to be no hero, you nothin' but a zero Don't tryin' to be a hero, you nothin' but a zero A nigga for the people, where ever they go we go [Doughboy, Verse 3] See this boy in this bitch gonna ape shit Glitch Mob niggas takin' off like a spaceship Pace those to Euros, eatin' those green and great chips Get 'em by the bag, you can say we Feedo Lay chips I'm so hungry that I can eat these niggas faces Beat the plastic surgeons givin' Hollywood a face lift Off the grape shit, and I'm feelin' like I'm faceless The Mob you ain't in, nigga don't say shit You ain't nothin' to play with, nigga I beat the basics Cock and spray shit, quick to leave a nigga faceless Playin' Superman, we get a brave nigga sprayed quick Niggas can't fade this, music for the ages Because we get it in like Young Crush She be payin' big fishin' In the water bitch you in the deep end Boy I pull you deep in, underneath the deep end Nigga have you sinkin', when I hear you creepin', hear you sayin' [Chorus] [Ice Cube, Verse 1] I am the one, that you heard about, read about I am the one, that had to take the ghetto route I am the one, don't make me pull this ghetto out I'm comin' straight from the cave who let him out Crazy nigga thought he was gone, but he ain't gone Even King Kong took his black monkey ass home When I hit the block, watch them scatter like roaches So don't be fake, 'cause I know what a hoe is Handle my business, no playin' 'cause I'm focused You the definition of what a f**kin' joke is When they see you comin', they play with your emotions F**k with my emotions and they find you in the oceans Yeah I said oceans, yeah I mean plural My boy got a knife to turn a boy into a girl We'll f**k up your world, no boos to my drama We'll include yo mama, if you f**k with my commas I ain't tryin' to scary you I ain't tryin' to hear you I ain't tryin' to control that nigga in the mirror I'll I'm tryin' to is bark before I fight Before I take you down, might as well be polite [Chorus] Hear 'em say, oh my God, here he come, here he come Hear 'em say, oh my God, here he come, here he come Hear 'em say, oh my God, here he come, here he come Hear 'em say, oh my God, here he come, here he come Don't tryin' to be no hero, you nothin' but a zero Don't tryin' to be no hero, you nothin' but a zero Don't tryin' to be a hero, you nothin' but a zero A nigga for the people, where ever they go we go [Ice Cube, Verse 2] Now when I roll through the hood, lil' kids watch my every move Tryin' to be a good example, don't make me bury you If you sit on my swagger, bitch take some carellflu Don't underestimate the damage caused by a '22 Pop yo' ass right behind the ear within' hear Nothin' like a firecracker, hits you like a linebacker Don't forget the grind factor, I am a grinder And here's a reminder, ain't no tellin' where they find ya Now what this got to do with the price of tea in China? Nothin' mothaf**ka just don't act like a vagina You won't catch the rath of this hardcore rhymer Now you got 55 niggas right behind ya Now you wanna talk it out, but we don't negotiate Now you gotta do all kind of shit that we know you hate Straight from the west and we got to be respected Here it's going down, here 'em runnin' for the exit [Chorus ] Hear 'em say, oh my God, here he come, here he come Hear 'em say, oh my God, here he come, here he come Hear 'em say, oh my God, here he come, here he come Hear 'em say, oh my God, here he come, here he come Don't tryin' to be no hero, you nothin' but a zero Don't tryin' to be no hero, you nothin' but a zero Don't tryin' to be a hero, you nothin' but a zero A nigga for the people, where ever they go we go Hear 'em say, oh my God, here he come, here he come Hear 'em say, oh my God, here he come, here he come Hear 'em say, oh my God, here he come, here he come Hear 'em say, oh my God, here he come, here he come |
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Gangsta (verse 1) Tell me all my children fore i come throught is the hood in the buildin'(yes) You wont belive what im dealing this west coast shit, oh what a feelin (ahhhh) Niggaz think im drug dealin cus i roled out with no muthafuckin' ceiling (none) Is he worth a hundred million? No need to ask Ice Cube how im livin (im living loc) I still got the recipe, South Central LA is the pedigree Dont try to tell me what it better be, i'll have your ass up in physical therapy I'm outlaw like a Cherokee, the rap industry tried to bury me But if i die on the mic up in Larabie i'm so heavy u bitches couldn't carry me (Chorus) Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a fuck) Your money aint my fucking money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up) Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a fuck) Your money aint my fucking money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up) (Verse 2) I dont accept no disrespect only thing i expect is self check Just grin and bare it, got an ass whooping that your ass dont wanna inherit Most rappers are parrots, they say what they told to say to get a neck full of carats Got your momma embarrassed, how long before they callin' us terrorists nigga-im serious (I) Keep it gangsta but i keeps a job cus its, hard to sleep when u steal and rob (and ya) Got to run cus here comes the blob cus, Uncle Sam is like part of the Mobb Break your self he'll take your wealth dont get it twisted u a muthafuckin' elf And Santa Claus will go for self all u got is your balls and your health (Chorus) Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a fuck) Your money aint my fucking money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up) Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a fuck) Your money aint my fucking money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up) (verse 3) Niggaz brag about what they got, but we dont own a skyscraper, now thats paypa One generation from slums, happy for these little crumb...you little bums We saw u pull up but nigga shut up (Shut up), you always talk about a fuckin' car or a truck You always talkin' bout some fuckin' rims or interior, that kinda shit will keep ya ass inferior Im tryina eat tomorro, not tryina hear bout the little bitty shit u ball Saw your little bitty house on cribs, where u fuck your wife and feed your kids (uhuhh) Nigga be quiet aint shit private, everything for sale u can buy it All this self snitchin', all this self tellin' muthafuckas going back to the watermelon (Chorus) Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a fuck) Your money aint my fucking money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up) Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a fuck) Your money aint my fucking money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up) Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a fuck) Your money aint my fucking money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up) Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a fuck) Your money aint my fucking money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up) Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a fuck) Your money aint my fucking money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up) Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a fuck) Your money aint my fucking money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up) |
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pull a four on the fifty f**k yo monkey ass up like bobby did whitney trigger fingers get itchy when niggaz get bitchy and they need they story told on Jerry or Ricki well you're green and you're iffy i'm clean and i'm spiffy if they lock me up today i'll be back in a jiffy all my niggaz that's wit me all my bitches are picky to ride around that's right on time bitch you know it's tricky take a hit of the sticky everybody get tipsy when we hittin that whisky all my niggaz get pissy don't f**k wit no sissy all we bumpin' is missy if you know where i am motherf**ker come get me i'm a man out of mickey all my niggaz love hickies that don't go away til ya well in your sixties all im wearin is dickies dont try to evict me when we come to atlanta we gon re-open nickies Game Verse: i'm a gangsta rap teacher, nigga you better know it it's the don gotti Jr. slash motherf**kin' poet sit back and take notes while i spin like 100 spokes my flow is razor sharp im comin' straight for ya throat with that west coast gang bang watch him when his chain hang east coast down south niggaz do the same thang throw up ya dubs like wutang who bang harder than that nigga barrellin' thru ya hood wit two chains swangin' like he's nuts, cuz he don't give a f**k i know nigga that ain't bangin' in no khaki's or some chucks it's that westside, connected with that nigga who flow so wreckless he spent a hundred thousand on his necklace, i bet this motherf**kin' coast ain't got shit after me ain't have shit before Cube except a Dub C the mack circle is back with mad purple in fact i'm bout to join the Lynch mob that's me squirtin' the mack |
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[Ice Cube]
All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard The West coast warlord, and the future is today Cause tomorrow - that shit never come I worry 'bout today and this urban decay I worry 'bout hip-hop, when did it flip-flop Get whack, and turn into gridlock I don't know is it a government plot? I don't give a fuck whether you love it or not That's all we got and if you throw it away You dumb as OJ, off a for-tay In your Izod, this the rap God What'chu gon' put up, in your iPod? Downloader, what'chu gon' do When your favorite MC, got to sue you Cause he got to eat ain't nuttin taboo Get your ass beat by Erykah Badu Cause you wanna steal this good music Put me out of business, now you lose it [Chorus: sung with ad libs] Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout Tomorrow (that shit never come) This is very hard to swallow Keep your hand up on that throttle Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow [Ice Cube] Tomorrow, I'ma handle my business But today, I'ma drink this liquor Cause tomorrow, I might be a little quicker But today, I'm just the same old nigga You know that shit is still a day away Do yo' thang baby put your life on layaway Cause everybody is Nostradamus Boy don't you know that tomorrow ain't promised? To all the lil' mamas Don't do a nigga, like Isiah Thomas If you a bitch, please be honest Actin like a hoe you're not an an-gel While you're, daydreamin 'bout your future Motherfucker come around the corner and shoot you Don'tcha, get stuck in neutral Put your shit in drive, while you still alive cause [Chorus] Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout Tomorrow (that shit never come) This is very hard to swallow Keep your hand up on that throttle Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow [Ice Cube] Tomorrow~! That shit never come I know it sounds strange but today is never done I'm up in the Range when the clock strikes 1 While y'all countin sheep, I'm countin Benja-mons Up on my feet at the break of the sun President of the Gangster Na-tion We don't go to war, we go to the store We rob from the rich, and give to the poor Hip-Hop, oh what a bore Lettin college motherfuckers run the front door (Fuck that!) Let's take it back to the streets Don't let Viacom, dictate the heat The nerve of them, I never heard of dem Askin me about, my urban spins And if I got about, a thousand of them I'm a crate MC, accordin to them Fuck that! [Chorus - repeat 2X] Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout Tomorrow (that shit never come) This is very hard to swallow Keep your hand up on that throttle Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow [Ice Cube to fade] All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard The West coast warlord, the future is today Get your grind on mayne, get your grind On mayne, get your grind on |
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[Ice Cube]
Now is the time... C'mon y'all Stand tall, live your life to the limit Cause haterism seem like a f**king epidemic And look at Ice Cube, I ain't no gimmick I'm straight from the hood, I got to represent it Now - every day I think about my color And all the crazy shit we do to one another I ain't your blood brother, but I'm your cuz brother Let's take it back to the love and how it was brother If not, we gon' pull these triggers Show the world we deserve to be called niggaz I make a f**k-up, like Don Imus bow on his knees, and call me yo' highness You can too, you got the power to Don't let this motherf**kin system devour you I won't pretend, or act like I'm knowin you But check it out I understand what you goin through [Chorus: sung from samples] But remember, brothers and sisters You can still, stand, tall Just be thankful... For what you got [Ice Cube] I know what y'all motherf**kers thinking, heh heh Here comes another rapper with a song about hope All you wanna hear is a song about dope And how a nigga got mo' money than the Pope But he'll never tell you when he drop the soap No~! Ice Cube is here to drop you a note Cause some of our folk used to hang from ropes And some of our people used to hang from trees Now the only thing hangin muh'f**ker is DEEZ So, get your mind right, and I'ma rhyme right F**k the limelight, and a blind dyke I'm the sunlight, too bright to look When it's all said and done I should write the book You too cool for school, too old to know? Get your ass off the grassroots and let 'em grow I understand, it ain't no love lost But little kids, it ain't no Santa Claus [Chorus] [Ice Cube] Yeah, f'real I was born in the mud but I came out clean That's 'til the government tried to intervene Tried to lock me up when I was only 19 Don't never ever ever let 'em kill your dream I make shit raw that piss off the law If you want some fake shit turn this off If you want some realness I know you can feel this Maybe we can heal this just like an illness Black on black, I got'cho back People don't think that we know how to act Just because our neighborhood is filled with crack And the CIA, won't take it back Never on top, always on the bottom Never put your trust in Hillary Rodham Cause I can tell you now it's gon' turn out rotten Keep on pushin, get 'em 'til we got 'em [Chorus] [Ice Cube] Stand up, f'real... Raise your hand if you sick of this bullshit Heh, in the belly of the evil empire [fades] |
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[Intro]
Haha, today was a good day Sometimes I just get on my knees you know what I mean And pray to the man with the master plan [Verse 1] Lord have mercy, my people so thirsty Come feed 'em, either Jesus or Mohammad All we get is vomit, come like a comet Put it in my brain Lord, put it in my stomach Only you can do it, Imma learn from it Do what I gotta do, try not to plum it America used to shoot like reptiles Don't worry tomorrow, let's get this right now They wanna run us in the ground Educate yourself, before they dumb you down Get your money boy, the legal way Beat 'em with they own bullshit if you may Now rich white men they got the world fucked up Why should I give a fuck about a Styrofoam Cup Environmental saying, but if I go green You know what I mean bitch [Chorus] Take me away from these people [x4] [Verse 2] Ice Cube for President, let's just do it for the hell of it See how I run the government Make money irrelevant I might tell a chick, it's illegal to resell of it Secret service don't know where the hell I went Sorry ya'll, I had to fuck a super delicate Dream ticket, Ice Cube and Obama American dream, Ice Cube and yo mama The Terminator, are you Sarah Conner? Arnold Swarchznegger, can kill who he wanna In California, they strap you to a jurny And murder your ass, in front of your atourney Do you really wanna take this journey? And scared of none of ya'll, muthafuckers like bernie Mad step back, I got the mac 11 Unlike Obama, Imma have to back my Reveron [Chorus] Take me away from these people [x4] [Verse 3] Now the Lord is my sheppard My flow is respected, world wide In the west I got to rep it So please check it, cause my style is infected With the virus, Ice Cube's the ocyeros I bailed through, they wanna put up in bail view 'Cause my point of view is not red, white and blue It's black and blue residue I know what crack can do, to a whole fuckin' avenue Spit on it, and they'll get mad at you You know I do this bullshit for your gratitude Imma Nigga Witta Attitude Imma do what I gotta do, just to change my latitude In the system, rollin' with my diamonds glicnin And niggas listenin', from your local prison Imma prism, your only vision is a rainbow in the sky When I spit the ism [Chorus] Take me away from the people [x4] |
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