Ice Cube

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

"Kick that shit!" -) Flavor Flav
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!"
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*}

Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} cool kickin ass {*scratch*}
Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} "Kich that shit!"

"Pull up a chair.." -) Rakim {*echoes*}

[Verse One: Eazy-E]
I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky
Nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kickin, to show my shit
Rappin holdin my dick boy, I don't quit
Crowd rockin motherfucker from around the way
I got a six-shooter, yo' mean I'm brave
Rollin through the hood, to find the boys
to kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise
Police on my drawers, I have to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin my balls
I hook a right turn and let the boys go past
then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass!"
Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips
Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
Turn the shit up had the bass cold whompin
Cruisin through the Eastside, South of Compton
See a big ass, and I say word
I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb
Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

I, was.. "Cool kickin ass"
I, was.. "Raised in L.A."
I, was.. "Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'" -) Eazy
{"Too, much, posse!" -) Flavor Flav}

[Verse Two: Eazy-E]
Ridin on Slausson lookin for Crenshaw
Turned down the sound, to ditch the law
Stopped at a light and had a fit
cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit
Flipped his ass off, put it to the floor
Bottle was empty so I went to the store
Nigga on tilt cause I was drunk
See a sissy-ass punk, had to go in my trunk
Reached inside cause it's like that
Came back out with a silver gat
Fired at the punk, and it was all because
I had to show the nigga what time it was
Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage
a sissy like that got out of Dodge
Sucka on me cause the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

"Fuck it up y'all!" -) repeat 6X
{"YEAH!!!", *guitar riff* -) Beastie Boys}

[Verse Three: Eazy-E]
Olde English 800 cause that's my brand
Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can
Drink it like a madman, yes I do
Fuck the police and a 502
Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell
Three bitches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand, that's what I got
"Yo man you see Eazy earlin in the parkin lot?"
Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' hoe
Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell no!"
Called her a bitch cause that's the rule
"Bitch, who you callin a bitch?!"
Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool
You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get 'em up
I start droppin the dogs, and wathc you fold
Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold
"Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick!
Now your fly bitch is all over his dick!"
Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

"Stomp a mudhole in your ass!" -) Flavor Flav
"Stomp a mudhole in your ass, BITCH!" -) Flav

[Verse Four: Eazy-E]
Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit up
and y'all listen up close to roll call
Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice
Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce
Dre makes the beats so god damn funky
Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the niggaz from C.I.A.
Crazy D is down and in effect
We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect
Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

{*scratched*} "City of Compton!"
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*}

{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched to end*}

<i>[Intro: Ice Cube]</i>
Hey, living in a California cage--ya'll trying to study me
Gangbangin' a never die--it's too much love
You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I mean
God damn--how many more motherfuckin' penatentaries ya'll gonna build
How many jars you gonna try to put us in
You know what I'm saying

Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i>

<i>[Ice Cube]</i>
Can't none of ya'll niggas fuck with none of these niggas
These triggas we's killas (hahaha)
Sittin' on the porch in between legs
Wit a bitch French braiding my head
Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted
What's the Connection bitch you looking at it
It don't stop
I hit mo' licks than it
Takes to get to the center (once, two, three) of a blow pop
And it's gonna take a miracle
To drive a car this color down Imperial
Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark
(Punk ass nigga)
So let's wait till it get dark
So many foe's walk in my ??
It's like the international, house of pancakes
All on the grass, every bitch passed
A first not last, when we all hit the ass
Doin' tricks jacked up like a six (what)
One Pussy, and thirteen dicks
Gangsta's don't dance we boogie (ahhh)
Niggas run out and get ya cookie
<i>[Westside]</i>

Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i>

<i>[W.C.]</i>
Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding (westsiide)
Nobody survives when I got my steel up
Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga
What the fuck you lookin' at nigga <i>[whistle]</i>
True blue when I bust
Leavin' bodies hangin' like the tongue of my chucks
Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride
I swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside
Letting 'em have it
With my double barrel sawed off
I'm smoking everybody nigga bitches and all
Stretch 'em out in broad daylight muthafuck the witnesses
Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette <i>[haha]</i>
As the sun frowns on my forehead
I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead man
Man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock
When I bust shots
W.C. keep the hammer cocked

The gangsta, the killa, and the dope deala <i>[repeat 4X]</i>

<i>[Mack 10]</i>
What's crackin
Well, it's the nigga that's housin' the scene
I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams
I put it down on and off the record my flats a
Double decker, marble floors all checkered
Now what can I say every bitch I lay be pure and
Bombay like Peruvian yae
So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man
I make more deliveries than the postman
My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos an
Now it's kilos five and six double zeros
Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex
Blindin' niggas with the buggas in my Rolex
With my aces o-t on a regular basis
We got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases
Cause ain't nothin' reala' than niggas gettin' they scrilla
Like a gangsta, a killa
But Mack I'll be the dope deala

Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i>
The gangsta the killa and the dope deala (murda) <i>[repeat 8X]</i>

Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin up
I cant go here, I can't go there
I feel institutionalized
And i'm on the street

Hey Hey Hey, 3 hard mutha fuckas, 3 hard mutha fuckas, 3 hard Mutha fucka
That ain't scared of shit
Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin with
You fuckin with the killas
You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas
You fuckin with some killas
You fuckin with the mutha fukin realist niggas

Lil Jon
I wish a mutha fucker would say something
Fuck around and get your goddamn ass whooped
Nigga I feel like startin some shit,
and I might just snap the piss, out a pussy ass nigga like you, nigga fuck ya
Take a 45 cross the head gun butt ya (Yeah!)
Ya'll pussy-ass niggas ain't hard, stomp that ass out like a million man march
Sawed off shot gun hand on the pump, finga on the trigga
Ready to dump
Blow a mutha fucker bye bye
Point blank range, yeah niggas gon' die
That's why I never leave the crib without packing my gat
Strap on my vest, put on my hat. Mutha fuckers outta line
Gettin laid down flat, I'm a show you how a real nigga act

Hey! 3 hard mutha fuckas
3 hard mutha fuckas
3 hard mutha fucka
They ain't scarred of shit
Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin With
You fuckin with some killas
You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas
You fuckin with some killas
You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas

The Game
It's 3, The hard way
Black Lambo, No passengers
Black Ski mask, Chain Saw Massacre
Kill fast with the Ak-four 7
(Blacka) Yellow Tape the intersection
Loaded clips, Lock 'em in
Got a black four five
Call it Pac's revenge
I'm a mutha fuckin animal
Lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho insane about my cash, they should re-open alcatraz
And sentance with a life without rehabillitaion
Fuck Governor Schwarzenegger
It's my statment
Dear Mr. President Barack Obama, Righ after you catch Osama, Tell Mr. Waso
Please let oprah know that I won't ever stop sayin bitch and hoe

Hey! 3 hard mutha fuckas
3 hard mutha fuckas
3 hard mutha fucka
They ain't scarred of shit
Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin with
You fuckin with some killas
You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas
You Fuckin with some killas you fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas

Ice Cube
Dirty Mutha fuckas tryina clean hip-hop, but it don't stop, like L.A grid Lock
If you get popped, your shit will stop
Clostamy bags, for all these fags, I don't wanna hear that shit
Hu Heff's a prince, magic jaun a pimp
I learned the word bitch from you, so why can't a nigga get rich from you
These are English words
Scarred to be used by geeks and nerds,
Mad cause I flip these verbs and pull that phantom away from the curb
I think they jelous of the hood fellas, hot dogs make alota relish
Remember a world without
Hip-hop, Lord used to believe these bitch cops

Hey! 3 hard mutha fuckas
3 hard mutha fuckas
3 hard mutha fucka
They ain't scarred of shit
Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin with
You fuckin with some killas
You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas
You fuckin with some killas
You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas

California ain't a state it's an army

[Verse 1:]
One motherfucker in the projects killin
The same motherfucker that'll burn down the village
With a chronic blunt full of that you know who gon
Take you back to Compton in that 6-4 two-door
Sub whoofers in the trunk kickin that lethal injection
A hood nigga lost with no direction
So we bought a blacksmith in western strapped on his vest and that's his protection
At the intersection waitin on arrival cause in the city of angels it's all about survival
Fuck the 5-0 they wanna see you D.O.A welcome to L.A.
Where the ghetto birds flying over my aunties and my cousin house
Tell me what they buzzin bout the lil homie got smoked on the corner
And now his momma cryin dead in california

[Chorus:]
[Ice Cube:]
Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn
And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees
[The Game:]
California ain't a state it's a army
Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn
And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees
[Ice Cube:]
California ain't a state it's a army

[Verse 2:]
Jumped in my impala took a trip to the swap meet
To scoop up ego trippin and a white t
Cause some niggas in my old hood don't like me
Time to put they ass in check like my nikes
Shoulda hit my nigga mack 10 on the chirp
All I need is me and my bitch if you scared go to church
Cause them california niggas crack heads for the turf
And life ain't nothin but tech nines and dirt
Dippin through the jungles my escalade hit a dip fuck
Here come the gorillas in the mist
And they dressed like ice cube was in 96'
Stone cold jerry curls not one drip
I'll sleep with the worms 'fore I swim with the fish
And I'll ride with my niggas 'fore I roll with a bitch
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
And I almost got shot cause I could'nthit a fence

[Chorus:]
[Ice Cube:]
Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn
And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees
[The Game:]
California ain't a state it's a army
Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn
And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees
[Ice Cube:]
California ain't a state it's a army

[Verse 3:]
Call the U.S. government and tell em it's a motherfuckin code red
Niggas try to straight up jack me now they both dead
Third lil nigga got away on his moped
Caught him round the corner put the beam on his forehead
Jumped in the impala then smashed through the light
Without him one time in sight so I bust a right
Oh century headed to the L.A.X where ain't nothin but fly bitches and jets
In and out of lanes and I almost wrecked [? ] nigga in a 600 throwin up the set
He must don't know I got the 40 on deck and the tech
Tryna be [? ] time to flex it's the third time this shit happened to me all day
Guess it's time to add another dead body to the doorway
So I turned down my spice one tape and hit the switch
Emptied the whole clip in his fuckin face

[Chorus:]
[Ice Cube:]
Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn
And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees
[The Game:]
California ain't a state it's a army
Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't
And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees
[Ice Cube:]
California ain't a state it's a army

[Both:]
California ain't a state it's a army

Cruising down the street in my 6-4
Jockin the freaks clocking the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shooting some hoops
A car pulls up who can it be
A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about making that GTA

chorus
Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talking that trash we'll pull your card
Knowing nothing in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't saying shit

[Eazy-E]
Donald B's in the place to give me the pace
He said my man JB is on freebase
The boy JB was a friend of mine
Till I caught him in my car trying to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulled out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times first page

chorus

[Eazy-E]
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, making that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I started drinking
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinking
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad
She said somethin that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross cold knocked him out

chorus

[Eazy-E]
I'm rollin hard now I'm under control
Then wrapped my 6-4 round the telephone poll
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another"
Walkin home I see the G ride
Now Kat is drivin Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Kat got beaten for resistin arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess
Now G is caught for doin the crime
Fourth offence on the boy, he'll do some time

chorus

[Eazy-E]
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz start to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municiple court
Kilo G on trial cold cut a fart
Disruption of a court, said the judge
On a six-year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out "FIRE!" then came Suzy
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

chorus

Yo Dre!!

[Ice Cube]
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
"Dopeman," please can I have another hit
The dopeman said, "Cluck, I don't give a shit
if your girl kneel down, and suck my dick"
It all happened and the guy tried to choke her
Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothin but a smoker
That's the way goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother gettin over by slangin 'caine
Gold around his neck in 14 K heaven
Bitches clockin on his dick twenty-four/seven
Plus he's makin money, keep the bassheads waitin
Rollin six-fo' wit the fresh ass Daytons
Livin in Compton, Cailfornia C-A
His uzi up yo' ass if he don't get paid
Nigga beggin for credit, he's knockin out teeth
Clockin much dollars on the 1st and 15th
Big wad of money nuttin less than a twenty
Yo you want a five-oh the dopeman's got plenty
To be a dopeman boy you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From a ki' to a G it's all about money
Ten piece for a champ, bass pipe comes free
If people out there are not hip to the fact
If you see somebody gettin money for crack
he's the

Chorus: N.W.A.

Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (We just can't quit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Well suck this bitch!)

[Dr. Dre]
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Who the fuck are you talkin to?
Do you know who the fuck I am?
Man I can't believe this shit
This bitch is tryin to gank me
Yo I oughta slap you upside yo' head
with nine inches of limp dick

[Ice Cube]
You need a nigga with money so you get a dopeman
Juice that fool for as much as you can
She like his car, and he get wit her
Got a black eye cause the dopeman hit her
Let that slide and you pay it no mind
Find that he's slappin you all the time
But that's okay, cause he's so rich
Ain't you ain't nuttin but a dopeman's bitch
Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut
Poppin that trash might get you fucked up
Well sit and cry, if the dopeman strike you
He don't give a fuck he got two just like you
There's another girl in the dopeman's life
Not quite a bitch but far from a wife
She's called strawberry and everybody know
strawberry strawberry is the neighborhood hoe
Do anything for a hit or two
Give the bitch a rock she fucked the whole damn crew
It might be your wife and it might make you sick
Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick
Strawberry, just look and you'll see her
But don't fuck around she'll give you gonnorhea
If people out there are not hip to the fact
the strawberry is a girl sellin pussy for crack
to the

Chorus: N.W.A.

Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (In yo' face)
Dopeman, dopeman! "Yo Dre!! Kick in the bass!!"

[Ice Cube]
If you smoke 'caine, you a stupid motherfucker
Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker
Doin that crack with all the money you got
On your hands and knees, searchin for a piece of rock
Jonesin for a hit, and you're lookin for mo'
Done stole the Alpine out of Eazy's six-fo'
You need your ass whupped cause it's out of this earth
To get a ten-piece need a dollar fifty work
Knucklehead nigga, yeah you turned into a crook
but swear up and down boy that you ain't hooked
You beat your friend up, and you whupped his ass long
cause he hit the pipe til the rock was all gone
You robbin and stealin, buggin and illin
while the dopeman's dealin, what is healin yo' pain
Cocaine, this shit's insane
Yo E she's a berry, let's run a train
(Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch) me neither
Hoe go home and wash out your beaver
And niggaz out there messin up people's health
Yo, what the fuck you gotta say for yourself?

[Eazy-E]
Well I'm the dopeman, yeah boy, wear a courderoy
Money up to here but unemployed
You keep smokin that rock and my pockets gettin bigger
(Yo, got that five-oh double up nigga!)
Yeah high rollin, big money I'm foldin
Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin
Sprung strawberry jockin me so early
Hoe you wanna hit you gotta get your knees dirty
Now that's my life, that's how it's cut
"Hey dopeman!" Bitch, shut the fuck up!
Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal
Gankers got the fake but you can get the real
from the

Chorus: N.W.A.

Dopeman, dopeman! (Yeah that's me)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo can I get a G?)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Clock as much as he can)
Fuck this shit who am I? THE DOPEMAN!

[Eazy-E (as Mexican guy)]
Yo Mr. Dopeman, you think you're slick
You sold crack to my sister, and now she's sick
But if she happens to die, because of your drug
I'm puttin in your coolo, a thirty-eight slug

[Dr. Dre]
Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there
flakin and perpetratin but scared to kick reality

[Ice Cube]
Man, you been doin all this dope producin
You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is

[Dr. Dre]
So what you want me to do?

{Express yourself!}

[Dr. Dre]
I'm expressin with my full capabilities
And now I'm livin in correctional facilities
Cause some don't agree with how I do this
I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist
I'm droppin flava, my behaviour is hereditary
But my technique is very necessary
Blame it on Ice Cube; because he said it gets funky
when you got a subject and a predicate
Add it on a dope beat; and it'll make you think
Some suckers just tickle me pink - to my stomach
Cause they don't flow like this one
You know what? I won't hesitate to diss one
or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing this
Some drop science; while I'm droppin english
Even if Yella, makes it a-capella
I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess
Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage
And brain damage on the mic don't manage - NUTHIN
but makin a sucka and you equal
Don't be another sequel.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}

[Dr. Dre]
Now, gettin back to the PG
That's program, and it's easy
Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow
Expressin ain't their subject because they like to follow
the words, the style, the trend; the records I spin
Again and again and again - yo, you're on the other end
Whatch a brother playin dope rhymes, with no help
There's no fessin or guessin while I'm expressin myself
It's crazy to see people be
what society wants them to be, but not me
RUTHLESS, is the way to go, they know
Others say rhymes which fail to be original
or they kill where the hip-hop starts
Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts
Some musicians cuss at home
But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone
Yeah, they want reality, but you will hear none
They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction
Some say no to drugs, and take a stand
But after the show, they go lookin for the "Dopeman"
Or they ban my group from the radio
Hear N.W.A. and say, "Hell no!"
But you know it ain't all about wealth
As long as you make a note to.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}

[Dr. Dre]
{Express yourself!} .. from the heart
cause if you wanna start to move up the chart
then expression is a big part of it
You ain't efficient when you flow, you ain't swift
Movin like a tortoise, full of rigor mortis
There's a little bit more to show
I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like an embryo
or a lesson - all of 'em expression
And if you start fessin, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya
I might ignore your record because it has no bottom
I get loose in the summer winter spring and autumn
It's Dre on the mic, gettin physical
Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob!
Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this
And the knowledge is growin just like a fetus
or a tumor, but here is the rumor
Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good
When I start expressin myself, Yella, slam it
Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doin damage
Or I'ma be too hyped, and need a straight jacket
I got knowledge, and other suckers lack it
So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic
Ask what it's like - it's like we're gettin hyped tonight
Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health
But I won't strike if you just.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Go on and do it..} {*music fades*}

Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya fuck with me
The police are gonna hafta come an

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

[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!

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

Yeah

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)

if you try to get wit me
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

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

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?

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

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

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'

[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]

[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]

[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'.

[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

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