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I heard payback's a motherfucking nigga
That's why I'm sick of gettin treated like a goddamn stepchild Fuck a punk cause I ain't him You gotta deal with the nine-double-limb The damn scum that you all hate Just think if niggas decide to retaliate They try to keep me from running up I never tell you to get down it's all about coming up So what they do go and ban the ak? My shit wasn't registered any fucking way So you better duck away run and hide out When I'm rolling real slow and the lights out Cause I'm about to fuck up the program Shooting out the window of a drop-top brougham When I'm shooting let's see who drop The police the media and suckers that went pop And motherfuckers that say they too black Put em overseas they be begging to come back They say keep em on gangs and drugs Yyou wanna sweep a nigga like me up under the rug Kicking shit called street knowledge Why more niggas in the pen than in college? Now cause of that line I might be your cellmate That's from the nigga ya love to hate Break Fuck you ice cube Yeah, ha-ha, it's the nigga you love to hate Fuck you ice cube Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me It's the nigga you love to hate Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops for the brothers What you got to say for yourself? You do like how I'm living? well, fuck you Once again it's on, the motherfucking psycho Ice cube the bitch killa cap peeler Yo runnin through the line like bo It's no pot to piss in I put my fist in Now who do ya love to hate Cause I talk shit and down the eight-ball Cause I don't fake you're begging I fall off The crossover might as well cut them balls off And get your ass ready for the lynching The mob is droppin common sense and We'll gank in the pen will shank Any tom dick and hank or get the ass Fake it ain't about how right or wrong you live But how long you live I ain't with the bullshit I meet cold bitches no hoes Don't wanna sleep so I keep popping no-doz And tell the young people what they gotta know Cause I hate when niggas gotta live low And if you're locked up I dedicate my style in From san quentin to rykers island We got em afraid of the funky shit I like to clown so pump up the sound In the jeep make the old ladies say Oh my God wait it's the nigga ya love to hate Break Fuck you ice cube Yeah come on fool It's the nigga you love to hate Fuck you ice cube Yeah run up punk It's the nigga you love to hate Yo, who the fuck you think you are calling girls bitches? You ain't all that That's all I hear, bitch, bitch I ain't nobody's bitch A bitch is a.... Soul train done lost they soul Just call it train cause the bitches look like hoes I see a lotta others damn It almost look like the bandstand You ask me did I like arsenio About as much as the bicentennial I don't give a fuck about dissing these fools cause they all scared of The ice cube And what I say what I portray and all that And ain't even seen the gat I don't wanna see no dancing I'm sick of that shit listen to the hit Cause yo if I look and see another brother On the video tryin to out-dance each other I'm a tell t-bone to pass the bottle And don't give me that shit about role model It ain't wise to chastise and preach Just open the eyes of each Cause laws are made to be broken up What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up And build mold and fold theyself into shape Of the nigga ya love to hate |
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Ice Cube with The Lench Mob, I got it goin on
A nigga that's livin in the city of the criminal zone One-time can't keep the law in order cos everybody's goin crazy for a quarter You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area The way I'm talkin I'm scarin ya I'm darin ya to raise hell and bail and brag and sag or beat down for ya flag Cos if you is or you ain't a gangbanger Keep one in the chamber Cos you'll get them thangs put on ya son Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1 All the ol' school house fellows are crooks So I get jealous looks They keep thinkin did my hair grow? Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube? Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay I keep my 9 anyway for the day one of my homies wanna squab I'm still rollin wit The Lench Mob (AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted) Back in the day I did my share of dirt Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes people got hurt But if you know me, you know that I'm liable to bust a cap cos it's all about survival of the fittest I'm a menace crook I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book From the shit I took from people I reap all your fat shit, jack Back to the criminals sect I leave crew after crew but they can't catch me yet Cos I'm slick and slippery They can't get wit me, cops ain't shit to me I can't dig a pig so I drop the dogs and sweat em like sweathogs and get mad, mad cos I'm the nigga that flaunt it AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted Aiyo, here's what the poster read: 'Ice Cube is wanted dead' That's all it said I put heads to bed and fled the scene wit all the green Hear shots and si-reens When I feen first they yo' rings, now they my rings So give it up punk and then I just put another jack in progress It's the American way cos I'm the G-A-N-G-S-T-A Ice Cube - a motherfuckin cut-throat and tried to catch the early bird but they slept, so who gets the worm? And if I'm caught in a trap you know I'ma beat the rap with a payoff, cop gotta lay off FBI on my dick, stay off! I'm not a rebel or a renegade on a quest I'm a nigga with a 'S' on his chest so get the Kryptonite cos I'm a rip tonight Cos I'm scarin ya, wanted by America (Aiyo Cube man, they on your ass) Word, but who the fuck is heard? It's time to take a trip to the suburbs Let em see a nigga invasion Point blank for the caucasian Cock the hammer then crack that ol' smile Take me to your house, pal Got to the house, my pockets got fat, see Crack the safe, got the money and the jewelry Three weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D Had a little fly ass bitch wit me Sittin in a dig, yo it couldn't be (Whattup G?) Saw my face on TV Damn (oh shit!) I didn't know I lucked out Struck out, I gotta get the fuck out Pack my bags and tried to hit the door when the ol' bitch down the street must've turned me in Cos the feds was out there ten deep I got hassled and gaffled in the back seat I think back when I was robbin my own kind The police didn't pay it no mind But when I start robbin the white folks Now I'm in the pen wit the soap-on-a-rope I said it before and I'll still taunt it Every motherfucker with a colour is most wanted |
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Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho I knocked on the door - "who is it? " It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit to ya And what's up with the niggers in the parking lot She said fuck em, cause they get sparked alot I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable And then I put my nikes on the coffee table Her brother walked in he's into gangbangin Cause he walked up and said "what set you claimin" I don't bang I write the good rhymes The whole scenery reminded me of good times I hate to feel bad but I'm in a rut By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth And fired up the sess it was sess no doubt She said please excuse my house and all that I said yeah cause I was buzzed from the contact Lookin at a fucked up black and white Her mom's bitchin cause the county check wasn't right She had another brother that was three years old And had a bad case of the runny nose He asked me who I was then I had to pause It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers I saw her sister that needs get her ass kicked Only thirteen and already pregnant I grabbed the forty out the bag and took a swig Cause I was getting overwhelmed by bebe kids They were runnin and playin and cursin and yellin And tellin and look at this young punk bailin I heard a knock on the door without the password And her mom?s got the 12 guage mossberg The nigga said "yo, what's for sale" And the bitch came out with a bag of ya-yo She made the drop and got the 20 dollars From a smoked out fool with ring around the collar The girl I was waiting for came out I said bitch I didn't know this was a crack house I got my coat and suddenly ... (police breaking into house annoucing themselves) The cop busted in and had a mac-10 pointed to my dome And I said to myself once again it's on He threw me on the carpet no slap jumped back Stomped on my head and put his knee in my back First he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up I said fuck how much abuse can a nigga take Hey yo officer you're making a big mistake Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case He said get out my face I musta had a grudge His reply tell that bullshit to the judge The girl I was with wasn't sayin nothin I said aiyyo bitch you better tell em somethin She started draggin and all of a sudden We all got tossed in the patty wagon Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point I had a warrant so I spent 2 weeks in the joint Now the story you heard has one little object Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects! |
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Turn on the radio take a listen
What you're missing Personally I'm sick of the ass-kissing What I'm kicking to you won't get rotation Nowhere in the nation Program directors and djs ignored me Cause I simply said fuck top forty And top thirty top twenty and top ten Until you put more hip-hop in Then I might grin but don't pretend that you're down with the c And go and dis me in a magazine How could you figure the brother could dig ya Dj face down in the river No it's not a threat but a promise I'm as Crazy as they come see Mama didn't love me All I got is my nine And to calm the savage beast here's the alpine turn off that bullshit! Turn off that motherfucking radio! Turn off that bullshit! Turn off that motherfucking radio! Turn off that bullshit! Play the music motherfucker put the music on Damn! Tune in to the radio listen for a minute Yo g stick a fucking tape in it Cause all the radio do is gangle That r&b love triangle If you're out there kicking it with the brothers You don't care about lovers You wanna hear a young nigga on the mic Going buck wild Throwing and flowing and showing new styles That's where I'm coming from Reality that's what they're running from So if you're down with ice cube let me know that you know Yo turn off the radio you know what? you know what? Basically those black guys and those rap guys They don't know what the fuck they're doing I hate those fuckers I hate em Especially that one guy The amerikkka's most wanted Ice cube--i hate that fucker Get him off the air, get him off, get him off Get that rap shit out of here! just get me a gat so I can smoke this motherfucker! |
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Intro: Little Russ, Ice Cube
[story-teller] Once upon a time, in the black part of the city [young kid] Yo G, yo G you better get out of here man, 5-0 [door swings shut, car peels out] [Russ] Yo Ice Cube, man [Cube] Whassup man? [Russ] Why you... [Cube] Whassup? [Russ] Yo Ice Cube man, why you always kickin the shit about the bitches and the niggaz? Why don't you kick some shit about the kids, man? The fuckin kids?! [Cube] Word Verse One: Ice Cube Little boys and girls, they all love me Come sit on the lap of I-C-E And let me tell ya a story or two About a punk-ass nigga I knew Named Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick Ran up the street cause he was piping hot Met a bitch named Jill on the bus stop Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe At that type of shit he's a pro So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch a lil nap Dumb bitch, gave him the claps Then he had to go see Dr. Bombay Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way To make some money, why not? Down on Sesame Street, the dope spot There he saw the lady who lived in a shoe Sold dope out the front, but in back, marijuana grew For the man that was really important Who lived down the street in a Air Jordan Ride to the fellow Mister Rogers and hoes Drove a 500 sittin on Lorenzoes He broke out, Little Bo Peep, smoked out Saw, her and her friends sellin sheepskins [Little Bo Peep] Yo yo I got them sheepskins Yo, my empty sheepskins Yo baby, what's up with that? Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock I don't doubt it, she is kind of freaky of course Had a fight with Snow White, she was fuckin her dwarfs Saw a fight over colors, too Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue A bad influence? Yo I don't know But Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the story should go Interlude: Little Russ Yeah money, that's it, yeah money, that's it This is Little Russ in the house Rock that shit homey, rock that shit! [Well, you know the rest] Verse Two: Ice Cube Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall With a joint, drinkin some 8-ball Three little pigs in a Coup de Ville Lookin for, the wolf to kill They're fucked up and they want revenge Them and Humpty used to be friends Now they're enemies cause he's a traitor Pulled out the Uzi cruised by and sprayed him Cinderella hoeing for the fellas And Mister Rogers is gettin mighty jealous Of the cash that the pigs were makin Time for the pigs to get turned to bacon Cause Mister Rogers found out quick That Humpty Dumpty was blown to bits They said that the motherfuckin wolf was next So Mister Rogers better watch his step So he let the wolf know We're gonna fuck up the pigs, and take their ho Cause Cinderella is much too fast Before twelve, givin up ass Double barrels all loaded and cocked As soon as they show, they gonna get popped They bailed down Sesame Street and caught em Little Boy Blue is up front givin orders Little did they know Cinderella was a fink She called the cops and got thrown in the clink A bad influence? Yo, I don't know But Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the stories should go Outro: Little Russ, Ice Cube [Cube] Aiyyo man was that dope enough for you? [Russ] Yeah you aight, you in the house We outta here, seeeee-yaaaaa [Cube] Yeah you better go home before I whoop your little bad ass [Barney Rubble] Some bedtime story huh? [Bugs Bunny] It's a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't wanna live here [Andrew Dice Clay] Ay, good ol' Mother Goose, remember her? I fucked her |
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(flavor flav)
Well two bees in a bucket Mother motherfuck it You either flavor flav it Or you chuck chuck chuck it Kiss my ass or suck a d.i.c.- K. stands for kill so don't fuck with me I fucked that lady in the bed I missed that pussy and I bust a spread I tried it again in a thumping wagon The bottom fell out and her ass started dragging Tried it again and I failed to grasp I missed that pussy and I bust my ass Then I fucked this lady in the tree The baby came out and said "run-dmc" (ice cube) I knew this girl who looked just like you Light brown and a fly hair-do I wanted to do her, screw her So I stepped to her On-key bitch had more ass than a donkey I said you're the type of girl that I can't pass over Give me one chance and I'll bend your ass over Just call me the plumber at the end of the night Cause a nigga like me'll lay plenty of pipe She didn't get offended it was splendid to me Cause mister nice guy is what I pretended to be I guess I just wine her and dine her And by the end of the night I'll be behind her Waxing that ass like rain dance On the bumper get the pussy then I dump her Took her to the comfort inn Tucked her in Pulled out the third leg pumped it in She said will you call me Yeah I'll call you a bitch or a hoe after I ball ya Naw I'm just playin but it's still the same Cause a nigga like ice cube is only out for one thang |
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[flavor flav] stay off his dick!
Nigga, some don't think I can flow, so here we go To a new track, to show the wack, that I can throw Styles that show up, I blow up and blast here Niggaz still trippin off the shit I said last year About a bitch is a bitch is a hoe is a slut And I don't like niggaz on my nuts! So I dedicate this one to the groupie And the charlie, all on my snoopy Brothers keep askin, "ice cube yo when will you bust" They surround me and make a big fuss Now I was taught, back on my block That you don't ride on nobody's jock For anything they do, fuck him and his crew Unless, you were gettin paid too! I'm not saying this to diss each and every fan Women you can ride, man be a man! Shake my hand, and make it a firm shake Say, "whattup ice cube? " and then break Cause if you're hangin there i'ma tell you loud and clear Get off my my dick nigga, and tell your bitch to come here * cut n scratch of flavor flav saying "stay off his dick" And ice cube saying "all on my snoopy" * * cut n scratch of flavor flav saying "yo yo check this out" And ice cube saying "i'ma tell you loud and clear" * [ice cube] Motherfucker, back up off me I'm not signin no autographs, I'm not givin no free t-shirts And I'm not havin none of this bullshit you're talkin Youknowhati'msayin? ("get off my dick nigga, and tell your bitch to come here") I step into the club, to rub-a-dub It seems like all the little hoes fall in love With my money, cause yo about a year ago I was just your ordinary average everyday crazy ass bro But you know, I just can't be equal Cause they know, I know a lot of famous people But to a one-night stand, there's no sequel Here's the pickle, pretend it's a popsicle See for a fat booty, I do damage They think I'm a star, so I take advantage It's just another ice cube groupie test She's a hoe cause they knew her at the front desk Told her to meet me, at the room 110 And the bitch showed up, with her boyfriend I let him in, all he could do was grin He had a camera, a t-shirt, a pad and pen He said, "yo ice cube, can you sign this? " I only did it cause his bitch was the finest She blew me a kiss and gave a bitter frown Like - how can we get rid of this clown? Me and her sat down, he got a little jealous Cause his punk ass sat in the middle of us And he asked me question after question It felt like a motherfuckin interview session Then his girl got up, I heard the do' shut And he was still there, swingin from my nuts I said, "get the fuck out!" and made it loud and clear Get off my dick nigga, and tell your bitch to come here I see me about ten mark ass motherfuckers fans Knock on the door, talkin about whassup? Yo man, it was about a hundred and twenty dicks man Niggaz start, niggaz comin out of hotel rooms Without no bitches! They can get gaffled like they in a motherfuckin raffle Punk ass [ice cube] Yo, I respect the respectable If your girl is all on my dick, check the hoe Say, "yeah that nigga he can rap fly But you know, stars are up in the sky" Cause all I got is hard dick, and bubblegum Just ran out my last stick is where I'm comin from I'm not tellin you to diss mr. ice cube Cause you know, I'm the one that can show and prove Now groupie girls, I just make em wait But the groupie boys, I can't tolerate I hate it so much, i'ma start givin stitches To the niggaz that's starin like bitches Cause I'm not a fairy, a mary or a faggot Gimme the eye, I'll fly, and tag it Now you see? jockin ain't healthy Cause you think that I'm young and I'm wealthy? With juice, so I see you try to run behind But i'ma tell you punk, you gets none of mine Cause I was taught, see a fool, use a fool By the niggaz who terrorized the old school So don't try me or buy me a beer Just stay off my dick nigga * echoes * |
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You can't fuck with the criminal rapping over gangsta shit
First I load the clip and then I make the hit I know some y'all can't fade this Lench mob niggas are the craziest So you and your boys are ass-out When I'm rollin in a seven-deuce glass house The mob ain't nothing but a menace When we get the motherfucking dog in us Playing them old beats I'm pouring out some of my beer for my homies Ready to peel your cap You can't believe "faces of death" on wax Some say the mob ain't positive Man fuck that shit cause I gots to live How I live and you could either give a fuck punk Yo or get your ass bucked Some rappers are heaven-sent But self-destruction don't pay the fucking rent So you can either sell dope or get your ass a job I'd rather roll it wit the lench mob To be down with the mob is simple Mind your own you want a spot find your own And take mine if you're badder than the strong man I do the right thing I do the wrong thing Do anything cause I ain't faking the scene It's all about how much bacon you bring And if you see something from the gat I will stuff it Yo you ain't seen nothing Cause if you testify you're living blind Cause in the city you live and let die Rolling with the fools one time can't beat On my knees in the street interlock my hands and feet He said "i know you" I said "you might My name is ice cube I did a song you didn't like" So he soaked me up like bounty Had to do a week in the county A piece of cake it was just like a party Cause in the county you know everybody No I didn't kill or steal or rob Locked up for what cause I'm rollin wit the lench mob If you know a female that's rollin with the lench mob Watch your step cause the gat is kept In the purse like my homegirl yo-yo You gotta be down and you can't be a hoe no Cause if you are I'll be the first one to bust you out After my crew I'll be the first one to rush you out Get the picture or bitch You'll get the eighty-six If she wanna try and mix Business and pleasure make up your own mind You gotta be a hoe on your own time Don't sleep cause even on a solo creep Yo the mob is still deep And we'll play ya just like a nit-wit You thought you got with the crew you can't get with So get the noose ready for the lynching Now 235 is what I'm benching But nowadays it's still not enough I got something guaranteed to stop the bum rush Give me the gat, step back, and watch me do the job Rolling with the motherfucking lench mob |
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Women they're good for nothing no maybe one thing
To serve needs to my ding-a-ling I'm a man who loves the one-night stand Cause after I do ya Huh I never knew ya Cause to kick it man it gives me the fits They wanna lay with they nose under your armpits Ice cube won't wait so give it up cow After we do it you can go home now I'm a brother with a big long... (yo-yo) First of all let me tell you my name it's yo-yo When down on a girl first the fist and that's a no-no Yo-yo thinks the kitchen sink should be thrown in Niggas be scheming and fiending to stick the bone in No, yo-yo's not a hoe or a whore And if that's what you're here for Exit through the door There's more To see of me but you're blind so Women like me are fading brothers in the 9-0 (ice cube) Ay what up buttercupper miss yo-yo I know you like to rap and like to flow so But when it comes to hip-hop this is a man's world Stay down and play the playground you little girl (yo-yo) What you're saying I don't consider it as rapping Cause you're on rewind and I'm the new what's-happening It never fails I'll always get respect And you lose so take a rain check (ice cube) Hell no cause you know that I'm first and you're second If it wasn't for me you probably be pregnant And barefoot complaining that your back is aching Shaking and faking while I'm bringing home the bacon (yo-yo) Well you're mistaken It's not going that far I make brothers like you play the back yard You used to flow with the title but I took it Bring home the bacon but find another hoe to cook it (ice cube) Damn it look it Cause you're talking a lot of bull (yo-yo) Well I'm not your puppet so don't even try to pull (ice cube) This is a man's world thank you very much (yo-yo) But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch break (ice cube) Ah miss yo-yo so what gives I hear females always talkin about women's lib Well get your own crib And stay there Instead of having more babies for the welfare Cause if you don't I'll label you a gold digger The name is ice cube you know that I ain't the nigga For you to look at when your hair get nappy So take a piece of the pole and be happy (yo-yo) Hell no because to me you're not a thriller You come in the room with your three-inch killer Thinking you can do damage to my backbone Leave your child in the yard until it's full-grown I'm a put it like this my man Without us your hand would be your best friend So give us credit like you know you should If I don't look good you don't look good (ice cube) I doubt it baby cause we're still most dominant (yo-yo) But you don't know how funky that I can get (ice cube) This is a man's world thank you very much (yo-yo) But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch break (ice cube) Man women I put a lot of fear in em Cause I had it up to here with em Drink a beer with em No way cause I can only deal with em about an hour every day Yeah if you know what I mean baby (yo-yo-) Well I guess now that I think about it I think maybe If you was more of a man instead of faking it Women deserve the credit when they're making it (ice cube) Yeah so what's the problem (yo-yo) Well I think we solved it I know they know the best male from who's doggin it (ice cube) Yeah I admit you can flow (yo-yo) Well that's true (ice cube) But you see I'm a pro with the bank too (yo-yo) Yeah I can see you got it good (ice cube) Oh that I know (yo-yo) But you see you're not better than yo-yo The brand-new intelligent black lady (ice cube) You're kinda dope but you still can't fade me (yo-yo) So what up then (ice cube) Girl what you tryin to do (yo-yo) To prove a black woman like me can bring the funk through (ice cube) This is a man's world thank you very much (yo-yo) But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch (ice cube) Or a big butt... |
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It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss
Too much knowledge kicked then you're lost In a shuffle of feet, jinx the fiddler And I control your mind like hitler You bow and vow to authority See now, a sucker with a style just boring me So I show k.n.o.w. L.e.d.g.e. it might trouble you Then I transform like a decepticon With a mic as a bomb In my right palm But I don't stay calm So panic Others can't flow so they go schizophrenic You thought I dropped a dud in your face Until you taste the blood of the bass Then you faint, or better yet pass out When I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out You think you're raw so you draw You lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue The whole town saw in awe as you strangle A noose on your neck, and you dangle From side to side in the blazing heat You're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off You feel you're turning red, it's said That your head burst And this is only the first verse Of the bomb (break) Don't break up the fight let them rumble Over the years I've watched some go super-bad quick Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach Now ask yourself, who's stupid? I take funky funky beats and I loop it And pimp slap you in the face with the bass And the boom from the bomb that I drop Stop You have a flat top as a fashion I love black women with a passion But when they gotta go and show their ass in I gotta clown the hoes, yeah You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres They'll steer you wrong Ice cube's got it going on, hit me For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme The system ain't wholesome They want to put a young brother in folsom And others see me on lockdown But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word To the brother that rolls the herb Everybody getting knocked to the curb like that Jinx got the gat, and it's a fact He'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap Now who's the mack? Who's the hoe? Who's the trick? I got many, many styles won't you take a pick But don't be alarmed When I trip and stumble and fumble And drop the (rewind) Drop the bomb (break) I'm solo, you ask how I'm living Still dropping more shit than a pigeon With the l, the e, the n, the c, the h, The m, the o, the b, the great Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha It's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers And if you try to upset the pot son You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun I make the beats, I make the breaks I make the rhymes that make you shake Make you find Ice cube never caught in the middle I make shit to kick you in the ass a little And still never hesitate to stutter step Or bust a repitition on the mic Still dissing all the hype From left to right How many left to fight? So what that lench mob like? |
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Intro:
Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up Whassup nigga? Get over there... shit Ya lil punk ass nigga C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy God damnit you stop that shit now Take him to jail and get him the hell from in front of this house Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man Whassup? Wait a minute? There are police, go! Verse One: Give me that beat fool, it's a full time jack move Chilly Chill, yo homie mack the track move And I'll jack any Tom, Dick and Hank That's the name of the SUCKERS I done ganked I get away from a copper Drop a dime, I'll break you off somethin proper With the L-E-N-C-H-M-O-B T-Bone and that's J.D. And here's how we'll greet ya Stop fool, come off that beat ya feel dumb cause you're caught in the dark (ya lil nuttin ass mark) Raise up, cause you cant' have it back You said - "I ain't never got gaffled like that" Off the end of the gat you choke Short Dog's in the house - "Whattup loc?" Nuttin but a come up Gimme that bass, and don't try to run up Cause you'll get banked somethin sweet Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin for beats Verse Two: Huh, and even if you're down with my crew *Yo Chuck man, i don't understand this man You got to slow down* I jack them too And then we'll freak it Kick that bass, and look what we did Fade the grade, played, and made a few mil and I keep stealin Ice Cube'll make it funky But right about now - *let's get up in the hump* But I don't party and shake my butt I leave that to the brothers with the funny haircuts And it'll drive you nuts Steal your beat, and give it that gangsta touch Like jackin at night Say hi to the three fifty-seven I'm packin And it sounds so sweet Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin for beats Verse Three: Ice Cube, will take a funky beat and reshape it Locate a dope break, and then I break it And give it that gangsta lean Dead in your face as I turn up the bass I make punk suckers run and duck because I don't try to hide cause you know that I love to jack a fool for his beat and then I'm outtie So when I come to your town don't crowd me Cause I know, you're gonna wanna kick it with me But I know, none of y'all can get with me So you think you're protected Well you are til you put a funky beat on a record Then I have to show and prove and use your groove Cause suckers can't fade the Cube And if I jack you and you keep comin I'll have you marks a 100 Miles and Running! *stop stop stop stop stop! sa-prize, niggaz* |
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| 19. |
| 3:38 |
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[flavor flav] stay off his dick!
Nigga, some don't think I can flow, so here we go To a new track, to show the wack, that I can throw Styles that show up, I blow up and blast here Niggaz still trippin off the shit I said last year About a bitch is a bitch is a hoe is a slut And I don't like niggaz on my nuts! So I dedicate this one to the groupie And the charlie, all on my snoopy Brothers keep askin, "ice cube yo when will you bust" They surround me and make a big fuss Now I was taught, back on my block That you don't ride on nobody's jock For anything they do, fuck him and his crew Unless, you were gettin paid too! I'm not saying this to diss each and every fan Women you can ride, man be a man! Shake my hand, and make it a firm shake Say, "whattup ice cube? " and then break Cause if you're hangin there i'ma tell you loud and clear Get off my my dick nigga, and tell your bitch to come here * cut n scratch of flavor flav saying "stay off his dick" And ice cube saying "all on my snoopy" * * cut n scratch of flavor flav saying "yo yo check this out" And ice cube saying "i'ma tell you loud and clear" * [ice cube] Motherfucker, back up off me I'm not signin no autographs, I'm not givin no free t-shirts And I'm not havin none of this bullshit you're talkin Youknowhati'msayin? ("get off my dick nigga, and tell your bitch to come here") I step into the club, to rub-a-dub It seems like all the little hoes fall in love With my money, cause yo about a year ago I was just your ordinary average everyday crazy ass bro But you know, I just can't be equal Cause they know, I know a lot of famous people But to a one-night stand, there's no sequel Here's the pickle, pretend it's a popsicle See for a fat booty, I do damage They think I'm a star, so I take advantage It's just another ice cube groupie test She's a hoe cause they knew her at the front desk Told her to meet me, at the room 110 And the bitch showed up, with her boyfriend I let him in, all he could do was grin He had a camera, a t-shirt, a pad and pen He said, "yo ice cube, can you sign this? " I only did it cause his bitch was the finest She blew me a kiss and gave a bitter frown Like - how can we get rid of this clown? Me and her sat down, he got a little jealous Cause his punk ass sat in the middle of us And he asked me question after question It felt like a motherfuckin interview session Then his girl got up, I heard the do' shut And he was still there, swingin from my nuts I said, "get the fuck out!" and made it loud and clear Get off my dick nigga, and tell your bitch to come here I see me about ten mark ass motherfuckers fans Knock on the door, talkin about whassup? Yo man, it was about a hundred and twenty dicks man Niggaz start, niggaz comin out of hotel rooms Without no bitches! They can get gaffled like they in a motherfuckin raffle Punk ass [ice cube] Yo, I respect the respectable If your girl is all on my dick, check the hoe Say, "yeah that nigga he can rap fly But you know, stars are up in the sky" Cause all I got is hard dick, and bubblegum Just ran out my last stick is where I'm comin from I'm not tellin you to diss mr. ice cube Cause you know, I'm the one that can show and prove Now groupie girls, I just make em wait But the groupie boys, I can't tolerate I hate it so much, i'ma start givin stitches To the niggaz that's starin like bitches Cause I'm not a fairy, a mary or a faggot Gimme the eye, I'll fly, and tag it Now you see? jockin ain't healthy Cause you think that I'm young and I'm wealthy? With juice, so I see you try to run behind But i'ma tell you punk, you gets none of mine Cause I was taught, see a fool, use a fool By the niggaz who terrorized the old school So don't try me or buy me a beer Just stay off my dick nigga * echoes * |
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| 20. |
| 3:35 |
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I was told, cause I didn't witness the whole act
In and out was the movement of the bozack It was hot and sweaty and lots of pushin Then the nut came gushin And it was hell tryin to bail to the ovary With nuttin but the Lord lookin over me I was white with a tail But when I reached the finish line, young black male! One cell made two, and two cells made fo' and so on, so now I'm a embryo Then I got a hunch that I'ma be on lockdown, for nine months Chillin, with my mother to guide me And nuttin but a stomach to hide me from all that worry and bullshit Nine months later, I elbow pull and kick cause my time is up and I don't care With one big push, I'm outta there June 15th, it's just my luck In 1969, a nigga is the product "Ghetto ass nigga, you ain't shit, and you ain't gon' never be shit!" I learned how to walk and talk and all that They put me in school, but it don't matter Cause I'm sittin in history Learnin bout a sucker, who didn't give a fuck about me They try to shape us But I know Uncle Sam is a motherfuckin rapist So I stopped payin attention Ice Cube, headed, straight to detention Fuck that shit, I roam the hallways I'm sent home and I don't got all A's A high school dropout My father had beef so I tried to knock pops out But I got tossed, he's the boss I'm out of there and mad cause I lost Now bein on my own is a factor So I become, the neighborhood jacker Gimme your car, run your jewels Makin a livin robbin fools And if I let my nine rang out You know, it'll make your brains hang out So what's your fate? Am I the nigga you love, or the one you love to hate? The wrong answer is said, the nigga fled I pump lead, now he's in a puddle of red And if you got a buck, you're shit out of luck Stuck up by the motherfuckin product "Uh-uh motherfucker you gots to get a job if you wanna stay in my motherfuckin house" "Many young men reject the traditional values that are important to their parents. Church, school and family have been replaced by street, turf, and gang." Twenty-one now, and paid in full Feelin bad, from all the shit I pulled on people back in the day Plus, I got a little baby on the way So I'm tryin to go straight I'm with my baby's momma, out on a date Til the punk ass cops ran my plate Now I'm on a bus upstate "Oh, the young nigga done caught a case!" "Sittin in the mess hall, sayin my grace" -> LL Cool J Sent to a concrete hoe-house Where all the products go, no doubt Yo momma, I gotta do eleven Livin in a five by seven Dear baby, your man's gettin worn out of seein young boys gettin they assholes torn out And then he got shanked with a spoon And he was 'sposed to get out soon Is it my fault, he was caught in production Where a young black life means nothin Just because, I didn't want to learn your grammar you say I'm better off in the slammer And it's drivin me batty Cause my little boy, is missin daddy I'm ashamed, but the fact is I wish pops let me off on the mattress Or should I just hang from the top bunk But that's goin out like a punk My life is FUCKED! But it ain't my fault, cause I'm the motherfuckin product "He ain't shit" |
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| 3:55 |
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Verse One:
Up early in the morning, dressed in black Don't ask why? 'Cause I'm down in a suit and tie They killed a homie that I went to school with (Damn!) I tell ya life ain't shit to fool with I still hear the screams of his mother While my nigga laid dead in the gutter (Shit!) And it's getting to my temple Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo? It makes me so mad I want to get my sawed-off And have some bodies hauled off But no, I pay my respects and I'm through (whaddup Cube?) Hug my crew, and maybe shed a tear or two And I wanna get blitz Grab my 40 ounce and then I reminisce About a brother who had to be the one and only So I dedicate this to my dead homiez... Verse Two: Another homie got murdered on a shakedown {three gun shots} And his mother is at the funeral, havin' a nervous breakdown Two shots hit him in the face when they blasted {two gun shots} A framed picture and a closed casket A single file line about 50 cars long All drivin' slow with they lights on He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath What good is that when you're six feet deep? I look at that shit and gotta think to myself And thank God for my health 'Cause nobody really ever know When it's gonna be they family on the front row So I take everything slow, go with the flow Shut my motherfuckin' mouth if I don't know(Word!) 'Cause that's what Pops told me But I wish he could have said it...to my dead homiez Verse Three: I remember we painted our names on the wall for fun Now it's "Rest in Peace" after every one Except me, but I ain't the one to front Seems like I'm viewin' a body after every month Plus, I knew him when he was yea big Pour beer on the curb before I take a swig But somethin' ain't right And it's a tragedy, that's the only time that the family's tight Lovin' each other in a caring mood There's lots of people and lots of food They say "Be Strong" and you're tryin' But how strong can you be when you see your Pops cryin'? So that's why Ice Cube's dressed up Because the city is so fuckin' messed up And everybody is so phony Take a little time...to think about your dead homiez. |
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