Ice Cube

Ice Cube-
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes

-Hello-

Dr. Dre-
I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

-Hello-

MC Ren-
I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

-Hello-

Ice Cube-
The motherfuckin' world is a ghetto
Full of magazines full clips and heavy metal
When the smoke settle, i'm just lookin' for a big yellow
And six inch stelletows
Dr. Dre --hello-- perculatin' keep 'em waitin'
While you sittin' here hatin', your bitch is hyperventillatin'
Hopin' that we pentratin', you gets natin' cuz i never been to satan
The hardcore administratin' gang bang affiliatin'
MC Ren will have you wildin' off a zone and a whole half a gallon
--Get the dollar---
9 1 1 emergency
--And you can tell 'em--
It's my son he's hurtin' me
--And he's a felon--
On parole for robbery, ain't no copin' a plea, ain't no stopin' a G
I'm in the six you got to hop in the three, company monopoly
You handle shit slopilly I drop a key properly
They call me the Don Daada, pop a colla, drop a dolla if you hear me
You can hollar even rock wilders, folla, the impala
Wanna talk about this concrete nigga im a scholar the incredible
Hetero-sexual, credible, beg a hoe, let it go, dick ain't edible
Nigga ain't federal, i plan shit while you hand pick motherfuckers
Givin' up transcripts

Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes

-Hello-

I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

-Hello-

Dr. Dre-
I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

MC Ren-
Villain blows up your spot
Take your notebook your bitch and your glock
This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock
You slaped her ass that's alarming, cuz she want my worm like Common
We chin check niggas, them thin check niggas run trains on goldiggers
Beware these four niggas, scare motherfuckers like Steven King flicks
Makin' niggas clear the room like a dike flea a dick
Make executive none shit, nigga like quick
So when i bomb first nigga who you rollin' with?
Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck your fine ass bitch
Cuz you could loose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle
Watch niggas kiss my ass without flexin' a muscle, bitches
All in the back they knees waitin' to buckle
Same time same channel don't change the dial
Niggas for life, fuckin' your wife these niggas wild

--Hello--

I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

--Hello--

Ice Cube-
I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

--Hello--

Dr. Dre-
Did i fall off?
Got you in your room rippin' every chronic poster on your wall off
Just cuz i put away the sawed off
Now i got you sitin' back with a smirk listenin' with your arms crossed
Questioning Dre's credibility --What?--
Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits, y'all be killin' me
As if I need to make mo'
I got a mansion and six cars that are paid fo', suck my dick
--Hello--
We came a long way from not giving a fuck
Sellin' tapes out of a trunk to movin' this far up
Now we got the whole world starstruck,
Made a million plus and still don't give a motherfuck
Motherfucker i'm Dre, I don't need your respect
I don't need to make another album bitch I ain't gotta do shit
I do it because I want to not to stay in the game
Fuck the fame, i'm still stayin' the same lil' bitch!

--Hello--

I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

--Hello--

MC Ren-
I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

--Hello--

Ice Cube-
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes

-Hello--

Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes

{woman} Pimp Homeo, Pimp Homeo...
{Cube} Hey, Julie-ho!
{Woman}I am but $300 short, thy Pimp. First know my ass is tired, thy
Pimp Homeo.
Be this hour, I have done weeping. Thy have poppeth my
cootchie 'til I can't poppeth
No more!
{Cube} Oh, tis! Thy have a reason to smack a cramp in that ass.
{Woman}Have patience, Pimp Homeo, have patience! Homeo, I have a very
vuluptuous vagina,
and titties teetering on timelessness. And a ass the size
of Alaska.
{Cube} Well, bitch, thy get my money.

You ain't gotta lie ta kick it

I know ya like to see me doin' bad
But i'm doin' good, fuck the police that's rollin' thru my
neighborhood
Fuckin' peaker wood see me in the five speed
I don't care if his motherfuckin' eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, this is my world
Don't get mad when you see them hundred spokes twirl
Candied out while you spit yo' last on the pearl
The Don Daada, i'm hotta than holly watta
Wish i was your baby fatha, cuz i got a fuckin' head on my shoulder
And lead in my holster, face on the poster
The kinda nigga that you wanna get close ta'
But you can't so you start the lyin'
Just like that nigga that think he dyin'
Get ta cryin', snitchin' and testifyin'
To all my people if i'm talkin 'bout your baby mama
When she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama

Yo Cube, im goan have all da biches here

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey ain't call me back
But i just paged my auntie

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--

I'm a be as real as I can with this
Not just the fake analyst on canabis, who only say that the world is
Scandalist, without findin' out a way to handle this
Dismantle this, either with the rhyme or the fist
How the fuck we get in the belly of this bitch?
I be rich if it wasn't for the snitch
Lyin' to the enemies, wild conspiracies
I'm a say this 'till the day that I die
Seven thirty fives bring on bitches lies
While you bullshitin', I'm hard hittin' like
2pac, I keep spittin' 'till my heart stop
Young niggas tryin' to tell me that i'm played
Once they say you played, nigga you must be payed (HA HA! huh ha)
Pushin' weight since the tenth grade do my thing
Got more plaques than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin'

Yo Cube, i got the new Biz 9000

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--

I got the Playstation in the windshield nigga!

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--

I hate to see your ass comin' (yep), with your mouth runnin'
Talkin' 'bout somethin' (what?), that ain't meanin' nothin'
'Bout your second cousin (hmm), who be always buzzin'
Where she was or wasn't, who she now fuckin'
Stories by the dozen Punch you got the sequel (what?)
To let you tell it Randy Moss is your people
It's evident, your ass lie like the president
But stretch marks on your mouth is the evidence (ha ha)
How the fuck can your friends be the benjamins?! (punk)
And your little ass car's full of fender benz
There you go on the stand with your hand up (lyin')
Testifyin' about a man that's in handcuffs
We should do you like the Mack said
And if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a black head
Let him ooze, let him loose
Let him lie by his motherfuckin' ass on the news (yeah yeah)

Yo Cube, check out this ring, 69 karots

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--

It's Kryptonite nigga, Kryptonite!

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--

{repeat last 4 lines}

[Chris Rock - ad lib outro...]

[ice cube]
I been servin' niggas since 1985
Niggas want the gutter
Ice cube, jay-o felony
My nigga gangsta, squeek rule
Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta

(chorus) {:14}
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit {repeat}

(verse one) {:25}
Keep it gangsta y'all, i want to thank you all
Niggas comin' with that bullshit, it's gankin' y'all
We can ride to this kinda shit and bank them all
Nigga ball 'till you fall motherfucker thats all
Can't none of y'all hang with me putin' in work
Turn this motherfucker up unless you goin' to church
Nowadays, crazy ass bitches want they bills paid
But can't even make a good thang of kool-aid (ha ha)
But chicken heads get chicken feed (bahk bakh)
(a) lil' dick and weed (bahk bakh)
Everything that a chicken need (bahk bakh)
Tryin' to pot i get real as chris rock
Make a bitch hot, turn into fort knox (bitch know)
It's ice cube comin' straight from the gutter
Westcoast don, you fags undastata (?)

[jayo] (verse two) {:59}
There is sa-lethal in the gas chamber
I'm full of anger, nigga the west is in the house
But you still in for some danger
And when i'm thru, i take your bitch and finger bang her
But if she looks tossed up, i'll slang her
Beat you like mama dearest with a clothes hanger
Cuz the gang a niggas be tryin' to spit
But you can't spit it like this
I come equiped to rip, any battle
And leave him strung in his crew
But they put me in the twist like trump
I can collapse or puncture, the lungs of anyone
Give him a chance to spit his last word, unerve
Then he done
20/20 ain't good enough
Rappers they ain't seein' me, this jay-o felony
And nobody can stand three of me
Caution keep mc's out of my reach, i'm on a mission
And be gettin' to your fuckin' hide to be called a physician
Immediately, i puts it down at a show (jay-o)
But loked to choke the shit out a fool, nigga dat's on doo low

[ice cube]
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)

(verse three) {1:50}
I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they rich (what?)
Lyin' 'bout they bitch (what?)
Lyin' 'bout they dick (what?)
I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they hits (huh?)
Lyin' 'bout they whips (huh?)
Lyin' 'bout they six (yeah)
I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they clothes (brrrmmph!)
Lyin' 'bout they hoes (uhh)
Lyin' 'bout they rows (uhh)
I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they house (punk!)

Lyin' about they clout (yeah)
Lyin' up in they mouth (yeah yeah)
It's the mah-hurage-ny, my niggas; kamekaze
Illuminaughty, bitch hoes in they body
We the riders, we push like mahz-er-aties
Do karatees, on hatters, and you hotties
Fuck the party, come on, my niggas focus
We the richest, pretend that we the brokest
Niggas notice, as soon as you're checking quotas
We the coldest, so go and tell the rollers (biotch!)

[gangsta] (verse four) {2:30}
Who dat? next out the game, in blue kahks
Gangsta's the name, niggas wonderin' how i do that
By the thug way, package and transportin' the drug way
Only means of makin' a livin', the crip and blood way
I'm on grates when i'm grindin'
I'm on stakes when i'm dinnin'
And on sunday's on the wine
Is you can't calm the savage beast (never)
And i can make your birds rise like geese, k-mac tell 'em
You sell 'em, i swell 'em, loke (sell 'em loke)
Hard or soft determines how much a nigga sell 'em for
We got the fish scale texture (fish scale)
Now if you cook it yourself you get extras
Dub that shit to death with this dub thang
Only a few niggas left with this love mang
So we cop together (yeah), put it in the beeker
Rock together (uhh), claim blocks together
And fuck cock together, nigga (brrrph!)

[ice cube] (chorus) {3:11}
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit {repeat}

(squeek rule)

[squeek rule] (verse five) {3:22}
Look in my eyes
I see the dollar sign dogg, and my dick start to rise
Got to handle money, got to stack the money (tell 'em)
Buzzin' like a bee cuz i crave for the honey
Million dollar tickets make bitches look wicked
So you innocent hoes, ain't got to like ta kick it
I know you knows (uhh), cuz now my decimals (yep)
Done fiend for the green, keep you itchin' in your panty hose
Your eyes full of gleem (brrrmmph!)
You wanna get on my team, and live my dream
Captain of the ship is what i'm boastin'
Hit the three wheel motion, i'm the shit when i'm coastin' (uh huh)
Down the boulevard, flossin' hard
Lights hit the chrome, don't go lick 'em like a movie star
Money makes me a savage (what it do?)
Shit, i brake down the world for the cabbage (squeek rule)

[ice cube]
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)

(chorus) {4:11}
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit {repeat}

[Ice Cube] {:46}
Don Dadaa uhh uhh yeah
You can't see me but you can feel me
You can feel me you can feel me

It's the world famous supreme team show supreme team show...{x2}
uhh look at me

(verse one) {1:09}
I be the one that you love to hate
I be the one that's from out of state
I be the one with the nickle plate
I be the one with the mean face
I be the one with the bad taste
I be the one that you worry 'bout
I be the one that make ya hurry out
I be the one that make your mama shout
I be the one that's the cleanest (fo' sho')
I be the one with the niggas and guns that's the meanest (let 'em know)

(chorus) {1:32}
Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (whatcha call it?)
Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (yeah yeah)

(verse two) {1:43}
You be the one that we laugh at (ha ha)
You be the one that can't have that (uh uhn)
You be the one to get your ass cracked (crack!)
You be the one that's takin' live rounds
You be the one thats got to run from them bloodhounds
You be the one with the eight babies
My seven ladies, still dressin' like the eighties
You be the one that just checked in emergency
You be the one thats a die, in need of surgery

(chorus) {2:06}
Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (ready)
Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle

It's the world, famous, supreme team show, supreme team show...{x2}

(verse three) {2:28}
We be the ones that your woman love
We be the ones that your fellas hug
We be the ones that you jellous of
We be the ones with the big guns
We be the ones with the six-uns
You should get one
We be the ones with the dirty spirits
We be the ones with them bomb ass dirty lyrics
We be the ones that your kids like
We be the ones that make you beat your wife
And hate your life (tell 'em)

(chorus) {2:51}
Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (yeah yeah)
Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (brrrrmph)

Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (uh huh)
Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (automatic)

uh huh, yep, uh huh, yep

It's the world, famous, supreme team show, supreme team show...{x2}

(outro) {3:35}
You got to hustle a dot, no lie to all my people that's down to survive
Gone and ride
Hustle a dot, no lie, to all my people that's down to survive
Gone and ride
Hustle a dot, no lie, to all my people that's down to survive
Gone and ride
Hustle a dot, no lie, to all my people that's down to survive
Gone and ride

Get ya ride on (gone and ride)
Hustle mang hustle mang (gone and ride)
It's automatic
Ice Cube; incredible, yeah
I'm on the grind all the time
Hustle mang, hustle mang, hustle mang

[Ice Cube]
I love the sound of gangsta shit in the mornin'

[Some guy]
Bitch you know the size
World motherfucking wide

[Ice Cube]
You ain't got to be in the pen to be in prison
You in the prison of your mutherfuckin' mind

[Some guy]
What kinda time we got up here?

[Ice Cube]
15:30 am

Everything is real on this concrete and steel
Everything is real on this concrete and steel

The warfare is mental
The warfare is mental

[Some guy]
Supreme gangster shit
We dream gangster shit

[Ice Cube]
Now I wanna see if you punk mutherfuckers is paying attention

I love the sound of gangsta shit in the mornin'

[Ice Cube]
Put the whoop on 'em (Ice Cube, a.k.a. Don Mega)
Put the whoop on 'em (a.k.a. Poppa Don)
Put the whoop on 'em (a.k.a. the Big Fish)
Put the whoop on 'em (a.k.a. Brainiac)

Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (uh huh)
Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (Keep it gangsta)
Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (all my life)

(verse one) {:21}
Everyting is real on this concrete and steel
Niggas peel your cap for a happy meal
I got to deal with this ball of confusion, world of illusions
We ain't losin' playa (never), weez winnin'
Playin' every night when we sendin' paper chasing, grinin'
While you still chasin' women 'round tables no lieutenants
Use your own man grown, (hook it up)
It's Ice Cube and the family stone
Breakin' bread every night in L.A.
And I pray, for one more day that's unate (check it)
It's 90 degrees no enemies in sight
Even the Don gotta fall to his knees every night

(chorus) {:52}
Can I get 24 more hours (can I get get)
Without dealin' with these killers and these cowards (can I can can)
I don't wanna loose, all i wanna do is win
I fucked up today, can I try it again?

(verse two) {1:03}
I'm lovin' every breath like a cold sip of soda
While I'm bankin' down these back streets, thanks for lookin' over
Damn sure nice to know ya, fuck a four leaf clover
And thanks for this range rover
We gets down with this underground gangsta shit
Politians and parents, always havin' a fit
Everybody wanna know "who you with?" "where you from?"
Why you lookin' at me dumb?
Here's a bullet cuz you number one
Nobody knows, the fate of a platinum rap star (nobody knows)
We gotta wait until tommorow
(yeah yeah)
And I'm a nigga like you (yeah yeah)
You know I got the bar

(chorus) {1:33}
Can I get 24 more hours (can I get get)
Without dealin' with these killers and these cowards (can I can can)
I don't wanna loose, all i wanna do is win
I fucked up today, can I try it again?

Put the whoop on 'em (look to allah)
Put the whoop on 'em (pray to your god)
Put the whoop on 'em (I look to allah)
Put the whoop on 'em (pray to your god)

(verse three) {1:54}
Mister prosperity, these niggas wanna bury me
Your bitch wanna mary me
Rollin' more than a cherokee
Don't, I drive what I want, and what I ain't drivin' I don't want
Let it be known (let it be known)
Permits hit the conk in the reagal
But weez legal niggas dollars got bald eagles nigga
You can't undermine Mister Grime
You rappin' 'bout the same shit i rapped about in '89
Tryin' to be the new fien(d) (never), with raps complex
They love you one minute and they hate you the next
Push my lex thru the california sunshine
Look back on my life and say "damn I done done fine"
(damn) (I done done fine) (uhh)
Mister Ice Cube, i'm always on the grime
(always, always)
The Don Mega Mega Don, Don Mega Mega Don

(chorus) {2:35}
Can I get 24 more hours (can I get get)
Without dealin' with these killers and these cowards (can I can can)
I don't wanna loose, all i wanna do is win
I fucked up today, can I try it again?

Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (everybody)
Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (Keep it gangsta)
Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (all my life)

(outro) {2:56}
I know we can make it, I know that we can
I know damn well that we can work it out
I know we can make it, I know that we can
I know damn well that we can work it out
I know we can make it, I know that we can
I know damn well that we can work it out
I know we can make it, I know that we can
I know damn well that we can work it out

...and we can work it out, we goan work it out
my niggas work it out, help us work it out

Nigga the mission's to get
what you don't got
The struggle it don't stop
until we drop
Krayzie Bone and Ice Cube
The best thing
in life is life
uh huh uh huh
Get your mind right
and get your grind right
we gotta keep goin
Hey young thugs
we gotta keep goin
Get your mind right
and get your grind right
Hey young thugs
Get your mind right
and get your grind right
Look into my eyes
if you wanna know me
Before you hypnotized
homey what do you see
A figure that's just a
little bigger than dealers
A hustler countin figures
ain't pulled no triggers
Can you dig us
we be the ultimate lick
We's the hitters
that make the ultimate hits
Kinda flossey
kinda bossey
It's gotta be done my way
do what the I say
Top of the pyramid
homey what I tell you
If you leave this
Westside umbrella you hit the cellar
Bring me my slippers
black robe and my globe
and I could rule the world
with my eyes closed
See the mission's
to get what we don't got
until we filthy rich and on top
you betta go get it
Nigga the mission's
to get what you don't got
The struggle it don't stop
until we drop
Krazyie Bone and Ice Cube
See the mission's
to get what we don't got
until we filthy rich and on top
you betta go get it it's yours
Nigga the mission's
to get what you don't got
The struggle it don't stop
until we drop
To all the little homies
that's watchin TV
I see you tryin to be a OG like me
Chasin dreams
pullin mo schemes for wealth
But the best thing in life is health
be yourself playa
Television it'll keep yo
ass wishin forever
You'll never get you life together
Don't talk about death
I got too much life to live
Too many orders to
give what it is showbiz
Taught you what a trick
and a hoe is
Showed you what a Six ty Fo is
Lord knows In God We Trust
and everybody in
the world wanna be like us
See the mission's
to get what we don't got
until we filthy rich and on top
you betta go get it it's yours
Nigga the mission's
to get what you don't got
The struggle it don't stop
until we drop
Krayzie Bone and Ice Cube
See the mission's
to get what we don't got
until we filthy rich and on top
you betta go get it it's yours
Nigga the mission's
to get what you don't got
The struggle it don't stop
until we drop
To the kids of the world
that's waitin for wealth
waitin for wealth
you better do for self
Homey that's yo last cup
Forget about the fast buck
boy get you ass up
People use yo brain to gain
Do something that ain't never been
done and we can spend hun's
Wipe our ass with twenties
light our joints with ones
Throw away the guns
have nuttin but fun
And homey we could do that shit
Police have a fit
when yo paper's legit
We gotta get off the phone
we gotta teach our own
Send your baby to school
and she'll come back grown
We got to talk to our grandma's
And she'll help us throught them
dark halls and them pitfalls
Everybody know
we got the world to gain
We got to stop the pain
lord stop the rain
See the mission's
to get what we don't got
until we filthy rich and on top
you betta go get it it's yours
Nigga the mission's
to get what you don't got
The struggle it don't stop
until we drop
Krayzie Bone and Ice Cube
See the mission's
to get what we don't got
until we filthy rich and on top
you betta go get it it's yours
Nigga the mission's
to get what you don't got
The struggle it don't stop
until we drop
Keep goin little homey why you slowin
Keep rollin little
homey why you slowin
Keep rollin little
homey why you slowin
Keep rollin rollin rollin rollin
Hey young thugs
the world is yours
Hey young thugs
the world is yours
Hey young thugs
the world is yours
Yeah young thug
the world is yours
Hey young thugs
the world is yours
Hey young thugs
the world is yours
Hey young thugs
the world is yours
Yeah young thug
the world is yours
Hey young thugs
the world is yours
Hey young thugs
the world is yours
Hey young thug
the world is yours
Hey young thugs
the world is yours
Hey young thugs
the world is yours
Hey young thugs
the world is yours
Hey young thug
the world is yours

Yeah yeah
Get your ass and hurra
Uh Ice Cube baby
Ninety nine baby
I'm on the grind baby
All the time baby
Show me something
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it
Tic tic boom
Hear me banging down
these back streets
Bumpin Blackstreet
fiending like an athlete
Life ain't a track meet no
It's a marathon
Fuck the cemetery
that a nigga get buried on
We be clubbing till the day we die
Nigga ask the bartender
if you think we lie
But if you think we high
nigga think again
Cause when it's sink or swim
You got to think to win
And if I drink this here
Everybody will know it
Cause I ain't going for it
So pray to the Lord that
I don't pull out
Cuss out and bust out
Go to nigga raveling
Make the clip traveling uh
You can try to smoke an ounce to this
While I pronounce this shit
Baby bounce them tits
Mama move them hips
Baby shake them cheeks
I got dick for days
You got ass for weeks yeah yeah
Don't stop get it get it
That's real
Don't stop nigga hit it
I will
I'm gon do it gon do it
Gon do it do it do it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it
Now all I wanna do is have fun
with my loved ones
The thug ones
relatives and my cousins
And I got em by the dozen
When they buzzin quick to say
fuck your husband
This is for my niggas locked away
Extra love for the ones
who ain't got no date
But when we hit checkmate
with Ice Cube the great
As soon as I get a word
we can rush the safe
Fuck them license plates
because life is great
It don't matter
if you're rich and your
folks ain't straight
I'm still coming with that
underground gangsta shit
No matter how many niggas say
we ain't the shit
Don't stop get it get it
That's real
Don't stop nigga hit it
I will
I'm gon do it gon do it
Gon do it do it do it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it
I do hard core rhyming
hard time grinding
With will I pimp hoes
Other niggas wine and dine them
Gotta love this pup shit
Passing the mud shit
Pockets on flood shit
OG lyrical blood shit
I don't rent I buy shit
Niggas jealous of my shit
You unaware of this young
nigga getting all the fly shit
While you're rooting and recruiting
Nigga 68 whooping I was
in the hood shooting cause
I had the wife whooping
I come from padres gold in
oversized jars
I past up strife and got star awards
No time for playa hating
Mack paper chasing
Came out the substation
to the hip hop nation
The mo hits the mo bigga
with illegal weight figga
Done develop the status
of a platinum plus nigga
Bust the first asshole to show
I can hit it I keep pushing
don't quit it
Don't stop till I get it
Don't stop get it get it
That's real
Don't stop nigga hit it
I will
I'm gon do it gon do it
Gon do it do it do it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Don't stop get it get it
That's real
Don't stop nigga hit it
I will
I'm gon do it gon do it
Gon do it do it do it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your ass into it
We be clubbing
Freaky gyration is
close to fornication
We be clubbing
Freaky gyration is
close to fornication
Yeah uh huh Ice Cube
Westside Connection
Know how we do
We puttin it down constantly
constantly
Get your ass up and hurra

[Ice Cube]
Uhh gotta get it...uhhh....hmmm....get it get it

baby

(verse one) {:21}
Stab thru the neighborhood these spinin'
Weez winin' scrap with the John Lennon
Head rests TV's in 'em
Best in the nation on this playstation
The Don Daata gotta get you hotter
Been a buck naked nigga smokin' water
On a friday the get high day
Blowin' at a hot date findin' Shade
Black and bicantay, with ass everwhere, how you do that there?
A sight to behold, break the mold
Just tryin' to get some before the world explode
I see you tryin' to get caught
Well shake what your mama gave ya, plus what you bought
We fuck and we fought, we laugh and we cry
Told the truth and we lie

(chorus) {:57}
You be good to me, i'll be good to you
Anything you want, anything you do
I got my eyes on you, and i'm in to you
Give it all I got, and to keep it hot

(verse two) {1:15}
Now what a freak like you, doin' with a fool like me?
Explain it to your family
It's got to be insanity --because I like what you're doing to me--
You know you ain't right standin' at the light
Think it's chocolate with that shit too tight
And if I fuck around and get you in the car with me
Motherfuckers would think I had a star with me
Now see the haterism increase
They hate when you got a dime piece
And I got one shotgun, and I might catch a hot one
When i'm lookin' for love and niggas got none, uhh
If you let me handcuff your wrist
Bonnie and Clyde ain't got shit on this
Cuz Bonnie and Clyde had to take a risk
But most of my money see it's all legit --baby--
It's all about your state of mind
Now what would you do if I handed you a tech nine?
Are you feelin' me?
Would you stay down like Hillary?
Even if you thought about killin' me?

(chorus) {2:02}
You be good to me, i'll be good to you
Anything you want, anything you do
I got my eyes on you, and i'm in to you
Give it all I got, and to keep it hot

(verse three) {2:19}
Now what a freak like you, doin' with a fool like me?
Explain it to your family
It's got to be insanity --because I like what you're doing to me--
Are you the type of girl that would call them folks
Have your man leave the house in chains and ropes
Don't need the kind of girl that'll have me in court
On lawsuits lyin' about demestic abuse
Have a bitch like Judge Judy cussin' me out
Garnish my cheques, reposses my lex
Cuz I come from a place in southern Californi
Where hoes rake niggas for tons of alimoni
But fuck the world don't aks me for shit
Unless you my boo, and i'm fuckin' you
The rest of these broads ain't knowin'
That i'm a have you bumpin' Lauryn, in somethin' foreign
Come thru blow the horn
Stick your wrists out the window
And wave to your kinfolks
Let 'em know who you with
And to your crazy ass daddy, let him know who to get

(chorus) {3:06}
You be good to me, i'll be good to you
Anything you want, anything you do
I got my eyes on you, and i'm in to you
Give it all I got, and to keep it hot

Now what a freak like you, doin' with a fool like me?
Explain it to your family
It's got to be insanity --because I like what you're doing to me--
{repeat last 3 lines, 4 times}

[Ice Cube]
I got a full tank of unleaded {repeat x4}

Now we could roll all day if i could ride all night
I got a full tank of unleaded {repeat}

(verse one) {:30}
I see you walkin' and i'm damn near stalkin'
You a chicken head and i'm chicken hawkin' now we talkin'
'Bout your unlucky backround
And how your ex boyfriend is smokin' crack now (why)
I'm very very simpethetic
But baby where you headed?
---I got a full tank of unleaded---
She got in and had ass for days like
---BOOM, BAM, GOD, DAMN!---
She aks me would i harm her
No, i'm a charmer
A fuckin' night in shining armour
We went out and had a blast, everytime she walked past
Nigga got a quick fast glimpse of that ass
("what choo wanna do after this?")
I wanna get your tities in my fist
But you wanna kiss
Your mouth might taste like dick (ewww)
And i grew up on bearin' wit, trick

Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night
---I got a full tank of unleaded--- {repeat}

(verse two) {1:19}
Niggas that i know don't kiss no hoes
Niggas that i know don't buy no clothes
Niggas that i know don't fuck no pros
Niggas that i know roll foots (?) in fours (yeah)
Pull them panties off your hips
Pussy deep as crips
And 'bout as wide as my grip
Never ever get me with that wipper feel
They got a pants full of black steel
Am i too real?
You like dick i know you do
Wanna bring out the hoe in you
I know what you're goin' thru
You already think you're cree-al
You should learn to suck this like Vanessa Del Rio
Aww, you thought i was a nice guy
But shit, i was around eight, with bitches gettin' laid
If i wrap my dick in plastic
Now, how wide can that ass get?
It's gettin' drastic

Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night
---I got a full tank of unleaded--- {repeat}

(verse three) {2:10}
Should of picked up an old girl that i know
That's what i get for fucking with you young hoes
About to get an attitude, what's hapenin'?
Baby how you actin'?
Let's get it crackin' (c'mon)
No?
well then bitch you got to go
I put her ass out, on imperial
Hoe slamed my door, next to texico
Kick my lexo, broke my window
Put out my indo
Jumped out and said "bitch are you crazy?"
Fucked around and got lazy
She jumped in my car, took off, now i'm stuck
And all i want to do was fuck
(damn....)

I had to stroll all day, I had to walk all night
---i had a full tank of unleaded--- {repeat}

Bounce it bounce it shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle Make it jiggle just a little

[Ice Cube]
Baby baby can you bouce to this (bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (bounce)
Turn it up we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this

(verse one) {:20}
I hear you bragin 'bout the money you foldin'
Same nigga that be kissin' my colon
When you picture me rollin'
Nigga picture me holdin', pure heat like Nolan
They call me Poppa Doctor
See your bitch and i knock her
I collect them like Pokemon
)From Nokishan, accept the ones with no behind
You can keep 'em, keep 'em from creepin' where i'm sleepin'
Same bitch and same club every weekend
Same drink, same dress, brainless
What would you do if i handed you a stainless
Can't fuck with a girl that's gameless
Would you tell the po-po's what my name is

Baby baby can you bouce to this (baby bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (smoke an ounce)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this (yeah yeah)

--Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little-- {repeat}

(verse two) {1:12}
Don't stop get it get it
I'm not the kind to get jiggy with it
I'm the kind to get niggy with it
I'm a show you what it's all about, trick!
Shake yo' ass till your curls fall out, bitch!
Don't pretend you can live without, dick!
Come with me ain't no doubt that i'm, rich!
Whatchoo goan do in the early 'morn
When the lights come on, and your drink is gone
Do you think you grown
Think we convone (?)
It's a party at my house i got drinks at home
Get to undressin', pull out the lethal weapon
Look you in the eye and i aks you one question

Baby baby can you bouce to this (bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (what choo smokin' on?)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this

--Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little-- {repeat}

(Jay-Z sample)
---"Bounce, bitch, bounce wit me wit me...can ya"---{repeat}

(verse three) {2:15}
Who that nigga that be in the club every week
Who that cheep mutherfucker won't buy you a drink
Who that bitch dressed like a freak but she won't speak
Who that hoe think she is, like her shit don't stink
Who that player on the floor, sweatin' in all silk
Who that girl showin' tits, like she got milk
Who that hater in the corner, always on tilt
Who that fool in the parking lot about to get killed (yeah)

Baby baby can you bouce to this (can you bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (blaze one)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this
(if you down with this)
Baby baby can you bouce to this (huh)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (dogg best C.G.(?)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this

--Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little-- {repeat}

yeah, Ice Cube (bounce it, bounce it...)

(Jay-Z sample)
---"Bounce, bitch, bounce wit me wit me...can ya"---{repeat}

[Ice Cube]
Please listen to my demo {x8}

A nigga told me, the record company's the pimp
The artist is the hoe, The stage is the corner
And the audience is the trip, god damn

(verse one) {:21}
Incredible young nigga, you can't belive i'm just one nigga
God damn i've gotten bigger
Intellect superior,
Walk in a room and make the whole interior, inferior
If you look me in my eyes
You might fuck around and loose control of your mind body and your soul
Grab ahold
Undisputed on the microphone, what choo think
If you wink, i'll make you ich think
Did you blink, did you ever drink your own brain matter
Shotgun enima, this ain't no cinema
All praises due to the creator
--for this man here, that can't no nigga stand near--
True, inventor of the double-you
What choo wanna do, i got the red and the blue
Show me one nigga dedicated to raps
I'll show you ten niggas dedicated to snaps
Record company death traps settin' decoys
Just to pimp young b-boys
With a cup full of yak, studio contact
Maniac with a contract
Well turn up the bass and the motherfuckin' treble
About to do a deal with the devil for my vocal level
Bullshit points, plus he want to rub it in
And take all my publishin', god damn
Do i take it up the rectum
Just to rock the spectrum
Give up a right arm, just to do a form
Hell no, all you motherfukers goan leave this bitch limpin'
No more, record company pimpin'

No more (No more), record company pimpin'
No more (No more), record company pimpin'
No more (No more), record company pimpin'
No more No more No more No more

You ain't pimpin' me (uhn uhh, uhn uhh)

(Ain't no 'California Love') (Love) (Love)...

I see them niggas
You see them niggas?
I see them niggas

Look at them niggas just waitin to hate (wait)
Waitin to hate, waitin to hate (look at them niggas)
Look at them bitches just waitin to hate (wait)
Waitin to hate (wait) waitin to hate

[ VERSE 1 ]
Get your ride on, ride on
This ain't the day for you to die on, die on
I'm a nigga that they lie on, lie on
See these shoes you wanna try on, try on
Yo, we can go to war with the enemy
All we need is A.K.s and Hennessy
This ain't back in the days of Tennessee
Pull the trigger and release the energy ( *shots* )
See muthafuckas run till they catch one
In the back, and it might cause a cardiac
Bitch act like he died and we brought him back
Him screamin for his mama and his sister pack
Flatline -
These niggas wanna act like
They ain't never had a full can of act-right
Make me pull out my gat, right
And smoke his muthafuckin ass like a crackpipe

So what you sayin, muthafucka?
We ain't playin, muthafucka
A.K.'in muthafuckas
So what you sayin, muthafucka?
We ain't playin, muthafucka
A.K.'in muthafuckas

Look at them niggas just waitin to hate (wait)
Waitin to hate, waitin to hate (look at them niggas)
Look at them bitches just waitin to hate (hate)
Waitin to hate (hate) waitin to hate

[ VERSE 2 ]
Get your smoke on, smoke on
Here's another verse to choke on, choke on
To all my niggas in the pen, get your yoke on
To all my thugs in the house, get your loc on
We can really give a fuck about a broke home
All we care about is bitches we can poke on
Nigga, what's that bullshit that you spoke on?
Better roll on 'fore we split your whole dome
Cause you're fuckin with Ice Cube the Terrible
Fuck around, I make your life unbearable
Make you live all scary and careful
Come through my neighborhood, you better tip-toe
Cause if you loud, then you might get chased down
Westside Connection catch a case now
Po-po's find your monkey ass face down
Tell your mama that you in a better place now

So what you sayin, muthafucka?
We ain't playin, muthafucka
A.K.'in muthafuckas
So what you sayin, muthafucka?
We ain't playin, muthafucka
A.K.'in muthafuckas

Look at them niggas just waitin to hate (wait)
Waitin to hate (hate) waitin to hate (look at them niggas)
Look at them bitches just waitin to hate (wait)
Waitin to hate (hate) waitin to hate (look at them bitches)

(Ain't no 'California Love') (Love) (Love)

'You can hate me now'

(Ain't no 'California Love') Ah-ah (Love) (Love)

[ VERSE 3 ]
To all my niggas with the lleyo
They rock it up like Play-Doh
They cook it up like Waco
Better do what I say so
Better lay low, cause you fuckin with a halo
Death to the niggas with the big mouth
And death to you devils from the Old South
And death to you hoes turnin tricks out
And death everyone that go the bitch route
Check it
If you infected by this record
Bow down butt-naked
And pray to God
Ice Cube won't spare the rod
Westside Connection here to mob, nigga, rob
We can take it to the streets
We can take it to the concrete
You niggas know where the Don be
You bitches ain't tryin to find me
All you haters need to shut the fuck up and get behind me

Look at them niggas just waitin to hate (look at em)
Waitin to hate (look) waitin to hate (look at them niggas)
Look at them bitches just waitin to hate (ugh)
Waitin to hate (ugh) waitin to hate

So what you sayin, muthafucka?
We ain't playin, muthafucka
A.K.'in muthafuckas
So what you sayin, muthafucka?
We ain't playin, muthafucka
A.K.'in muthafuckas

This is dedicated
To them haters
Who ain't gon' kill nothin
And who ain't gon' let nothin die
You know em
You know em
When you see Ice Cube you better holla
And pop a collar
When you see Ice Cube you better holla
And pop a collar

--when i'm big i wanna be a thug--



--you wanna be a thug, huh?!(yeah yeah)

What choo know (about) a thug, huh?!(yeah yeah)

You wanna see the bad guy?!

Look at Ice Cube (yeah yeah), that's the bad guy!

You need people like him, can point cha fingas!

Huh?! (yeah yeah) the fuck you know about this shit?!

You ready to die?! O - K A Y

Where is that, you ready?

Cuz they ain't touch the bad guy!!! oKay?--



I'm the nigga of the century



--oh, so zhuu a bad guy, c'mon prove it

c'mon, you think you bad?

How bad you are?!--



I'm the nigga of the century



-c'mon lets see how bad you are

c'mon bad guy! C'MOAWNL!!!--





(verse one){:41

We the worsest, all purpose

You want murderers?

well you Serve us, hattin' motherfuckers with curb dust

You heard us, don't shit make us nervous

Not even when these fuckin' feds try to serve us

Mention me, when you write it in your history

As a nigger with the key to the mistery

Grand motta ain word don't mean shit to me

Who gives a fuck what they think, and what they see

Live how i got to live

Give what i got to give

Teach my kids positive, as well as the negative

Hope to raise better kids

The world needs a seditive, pray to god that we let him live



--Cuz you bad guy!-- I'm the nigga of the century

--The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me

--Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery

Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me



--You better mention me!-- I'm the nigga of the century

--O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me

--Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery

Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me





(verse two){1:32

A nigga told me to keep hope alive

Survive, and 95 'ill get you paradise

So i tried, nigga had to swallow his pride

But look into my eyes, i'm too wise to cook fries

Twelveth grade graduation, summer vacation

Mama said get the facin' on them applications

Didn't know back then, i was too young

Public school made me dumb as a motherfucker

What should i do in my life

Reverend Price, do you got some advice

Before i roll the dice

A nigga don't wanna shoot craps, cuz it ain't all fun and games

When you tryin' to get that money mang

Gangbang, maintain or slang cane

T.V. got a nigga where he can't use his brain

What the fuck you talkin' bout, choose or loose

Bitch i don't know the motherfuckin' rules! (for real)



--Cuz you bad guy!-- I'm the nigga of the century

--The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me

--Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery

Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me



--You better mention me!-- I'm the nigga of the century

--O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me

--Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery

Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me





(verse three){2:36

Who am i when it's do or die

You can see a man's sould thru the human eye

Can't spend all your lifetime gettin' high

Cuz you and i got to do, for you and i

Acktin' wild as a jevenile

Now my whole life depends on the outcome of a trial

Wait-pow! these people ain't playin' now

Got to bring 85 percent of the time now

Fuck that, rather roll with the ruff pack

In the jet black, listenin' to ruff rap

See it's quite simple, you bitches ass niggas don't know

What i've been thru, the weather's presedential

The warfare's mental, i sell my soul to the lord

For the perfect instrumental

And the number two pencil

And all the hussle found in chromasones of my kinfolk



--Cuz you bad guy!-- I'm the nigga of the century

--The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me

--Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery

Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me



--You better mention me!-- I'm the nigga of the century

--O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me

--Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery

Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me



--yeah, ok ok ok ok, call loko take it easy mang, choo got it!

Choo leave it the fuckin' illest nigga to fuckin' shit you!

Dess no problem withs that! gawn'na fuck dat!

June have a fuckin' heart attack

It's over! EVERYBODY KNOWS NOW!

It's no fuckin' secret

Joo know dis motherfucker, O - K A Y ?!!

It's over! that's it, die !!!

BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!!--





(Ice Cube - 'Pushsin Weight' sample){4:03

~I got that bomb...bomb...tit-tit...

Tity-tit...tity-tity...tity bomb...bomb...bomb

w-when I hit you uhh uhh uhh...~

*I can't travel my block
And I can't have no picnics
The sun don't shine
But still it's hot
And you tellin' me "Stop trippin'"
When you walk outside
You see the view
But the world gets
So so beautiful,
Forgot my pretty lie
My pretty lie
My pretty lie
Shots fired on 17th I know
Some guy it ain't surprisin'
I'm thinkin' of ways when I
Can change my environment
And I work two jobs every day,
Eh yeah eh
It seems like the struggle
Just ain't worth my pain
So onto the next little hustle
May take in my name clean
For my peeps to
Stay outta trouble
What's goin' on?
What's goin' on?

*Repeat

Every night and
I think of everyday
What that brother Marvin
Used to say to me
And I tell me if
I had one wish
It would be just this
That when I turn
The TV off at night
I can kiss your fine eyes

*Repeat

Now they tell me a lot of things
They say I'm supposed to
Be a little more grateful
But I know the story's just
Like Cain and Abel uh uh oh
And to me it don't seem different
I'm not changed
You dreamt of changing
And you change my ways

*Repeat

Real nigga shit..
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock
Real nigga shit
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock
Real nigga shit..

Here come The Villain again, grab your hoe and get the fuck outta town
This nigga shit make the world go round
It's that black nigga Ren, duck when I bust
Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will, love to cuss
You wanna fuck with us? Man, I wouldn't do it
Ask this nigga here, his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I Ren-incarnate
Droppin West coast shit in every motherfuckin state
Motherfuckin legend, y'all niggaz be knowin
You can leave yo' bitch and keep on goin

I am Doggy Dogg bitch (beitch) love to hit a switch
Never hit a bitch (beitch) love that gangsta shit
Can I hear your flow? Can I fuck yo' hoe?
Boy you hard on 'em - nigga you ain't know?
When you testify, you got to keep it fly
A lot of niggaz lie, shit we do or die
E'ryday we high, it's like a nine to five
I got my nina my

[Ice Cube - talking]
Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation

[Nate Dogg]
Na na na na na na na na (Westside)
Na na na na na na na na (ohh ohh)
Na na na na na na na na (what what)
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na (yeah yeah)
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na

[Chorus]
This day right here is really rough
These girls out here about the bucks
These fools out here afraid to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what
And in five beers I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come through they'd run it up
We still right here don't fresh your luck

[W.C.]
Homey I'm tired of the cowards parkin like this walkin like this
From the concrete when they chalkin' like this
And there he goes and a trick pose and a throw back
Holdin' a gack ain't gonna bust and know that
It's a dub ass C thang dub C brain
And we don't kick it but bust it and kaki jeans strains
I'm done movin I'm clearin the crowd
It's the who bangin bandana cri-mi-ni-mi-nal, the ori-gi-nal

[Mack 10]
Evacuate the building look here come a plane
No, it's the big bad Westside Connect Gang
And bump what you plain homey this who bang
With enough game to drive a swear broad insane
And we number one gunners no we ain't stunners
It's real with us partna, dealers and drug runners
And Mack need a? in a H2 Hummer
Lookin hotter than the South Central L.A. summer, let's go

[Chorus]
This day right here is really rough
These girls out here about the bucks
These fools out here afraid to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what
And in five beers I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come through they'd run it up
We still right here don't fresh your luck

[Ice Cube]
What the hell is Ice Cube talkin about
That's how you get these here parked in you mouth
Westside ride trick, the same old spit
I don't conversate with chicks I ain't goin hit
I don't holla at these pros that sing like Ashante
Body like Beyonce, face like Andre (uhhh)
You kinda but I'm with so my Andre got to be bomb rate

[W.C.]

Have you seen us, naw
Haters can't see us
Connect Gang we the G'est nigga
Countless calls and countless charges
Street niggas makin blunts out of Cuban cigars
Big by the linnas sip notic by the liters
With a flock of pros on us cause the cronic is
And to my G's incarcerated and on probation
I'ma stay bagin for the whole G Nation nigga

[Chorus]

Mack 10]
It's a Gangsta Nation if you in you a G
And the whole world influence by the b in the sea
Now tell the truth rappers you don't bow like me
Cause I'm really from the gang ya'll is industry
And while I'm servin up and comin young hustlas and gluckas
Bangin for the hood causin havic and ruckus
You fools actin label kissin up like suckas
And your trick solder down when you pee lil bustas

[Ice Cube]
One thing I do know I ain't the uno
Big puno rap sumo on pruno (you know)
I'd like to thank the congregation
In my affiliation to the Gangsta Nation
I'm hard on them, yeah I'm ruthless
You like a stress sac, boy you useless
You know the side trick, better get up on it
Cause it must be a single with Nate Dogg singin on it

[Mack 10]
Look check this out man
We got a Gangsta Nation goin down over here
So ya'll might as well bow down
And join this Westside thang man
Cause once you get with this
Partna you as G as can be
Believe that homeboy
It's like that
Fred Red, what I'd tell you homey
It ain't a hit till Nate Dogg spit

[Nate Dogg + (Ice Cube)]
This day right here is really rough
These girls out here about the bucks
These fools out here afraid to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what
And in five beers I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come through they'd run it up
We still right here don't fresh your luck

Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
(Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation)
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na

Now, if the greenbacks don't stack large on my side of the yard
I ain't fuckin with it
This cake has got to be all icing baby
Now I know I'm taking the biggest piece
But God damn I'm the biggest fish with the biggest mouth bitch
You wanna be rich right? (hell yeah)
Well stick with me, do as I does, and be as I be

We be stackin chips, packin clips, mackin chicks
Laugh at tits, slappin dick, in yo' bitch (bitch!)
Makin hoes, take these clothes, from these sto's
Walkin slow, there go the po', now here we go
Parking lot to the spot, marriott
Cause what I got to make a knot, is very hot
Who's at the do', go and check, I got the tec
Tell him that you soakin wet, until he jet
Now lift up your fuckin dress, where's the rest
Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts
Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts
Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch
You can jerk niggaz but you can't jerk me
Hoe I only tell you once that this dick ain't free
I'm talkin greed

*chorus*
Greed, give me everything that I need
How you gon' deal with the niggaz that I feed
(repeat 2x)
We smokin weed, you and me
Lookin for that currency
(repeat 2x)

Now bitch niggaz don't mean shit, from where I sit
Magnificent blow your back out, if you act out
Eighteen deep when the plane soar
The bitch threw her tits asked my click who we pay for
Penetrate the clouds, loud, and obnoxious
Surround the airport with feds and helicopters
Escorted, detained and deported
Scared of the ly-rics, and when they bitches hear us
We the clear-est, you can fear us
Smile on the day of your dissapear-ance, smoke in mirr-ors
Break em all, pull over and jump out
Cause I can take em all, all bustas shake em all
I'm at the mall, buyin shit, like hot dog on a stick
These bitches all on the dick
Ice cube ain't a lick (nope) make me bleed
And now you got to deal with the niggaz that I feed, greed
Uhh uhh uhh *pigs squeal*
(give me more, give me more) greed, greed

When you get your hands on it, wanna fawn it
Wanna dance on it, everybody want it
(repeat 2x)

You punks is petty, still we steady, countin fetti
I'm the one closin escrow, with the best flow
(do you wear a vest? ) no
Niggaz hit me i'ma turn into the crow *caw caw* and take a shit
On everything counterfeit, the don mega
Blade runner, in a beige hummer all summer
It'd take about twelve honkeys, to convict
The nigga makin you sick, ask the 12 monkeys
Up in detroit holdin weed court, all through the south
Picked up a ounce in shreveport
My lead give head tunnels (boom!)
To any motherfucker disgruntled exit wound, look like a funnel
Worldwide, international jet set
My niggaz love fuckin bitches that they just met
Get it wet, and you can do anything
When I'm in paris niggaz french-kiss the pinky ring

*chorus*

Yeah, ice cube, trillionaire
I own a mansion and a yacht, haha
We do it like it should be does
Yeah, westside niggaz is very greedy, uhh
Death row is very greedy
Sic-wid-it records is very greedy
Dangerous music greedy greedy greedy
Ruthless records greedy, suave house, greedy
Sosodef, greedy
Rap-a-lot greedy as fuck
No limit, hah, hella greedy, uhh
Def jam greedy, we all know priority greedy as a motherfucker, hahaha
Hey I got twenties on my benz you still fuckin with a gem
What can you tell me, nigga?

*pigs squeal*

Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Let 'em know
When I'm rollin' in the low low
You can't fuck with the smoke bowl

Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Let 'em know
When I'm rollin' in the low low
I serve it to 'em slowmo

Comin' from the west side, motherfuckin' alright
Do this shit all night, leave your ass hog-tied
Nigger, this is raw hide, mixed with the dark side
Never will I walk by, punk, I'm the fall guy

Nigger, you a small fry, looking at the hawk I
Make you buck, I don't give a fuck, I
Make you have to duck my motherfuckin' buckshot
Bloody ass, BB's pulled out your buttocks

These niggers want to know my name
They want to know my game, I got plenty of aim
They said, don't fuck with me
'Cuz if he pull them thangs, there goes your brains, now

His girlfriend's Lois Lane and if you fuck with her
You must smoke Cocaine, brother
Why would you fuck with his?
Blow up your kids and smoke your own mother

Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Let me know
Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Where they go?

Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Let me know
When I'm rollin' in my low low
I serve it to you slowmo

I'ma keep it real, man, fuck how they feel, man
If your feelin' ill, man, go, take a pill
I'ma keep this steel, man, straight at your grill, man
You can tell opra, nigger, you can tell Bill

But Mr. Cosby, this ain't a hobby
Nigger, this the ghetto, just like sowheto
Where niggers want to hurt you, there's no rehearsal
There's no commercial when you're turning purple

These niggers want to know my name
They want to know my game, I got plenty of aim
They said, don't fuck with me
'Cuz if he pull them thangs, there goes your brains, now

His girlfriend's Lois Lane and if you fuck with her
You must smoke Cocaine, brother
Why would you fuck with his?
Blow up your kids and smoke your own mother

Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Let me know
Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Where they go?

Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Let me know
When I'm rollin' in my low low
I serve it to you slowmo, here they come

That's the sound of the police, police
That's the sound of the police, police
Ain't nuthin' more important to me then payback
I'm holding court in the streets
Ain't nuthin' more important to me then payback
I'm holding court in the streets

Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Let me know
Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Where they go?

Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Let me know
When I'm rollin' in my low low
I serve it to you slowmo

These niggers want to know my name
They want to know my game, I got plenty of aim
They said, don't fuck with me
'Cuz if he pull them thangs, there goes your brains, now

His girlfriend's Lois Lane and if you fuck with her
You must smoke Cocaine, brother
Why would you fuck with his?
Blow up your kids and smoke your own mother

I gotta keep it gangsta, gangsta
Keep it gangsta, gangsta
Keep it gangsta, gangsta

I gotta keep it gangsta, gangsta
Keep it gangsta, gangsta
Keep it gangsta, gangsta

I gotta keep it gangsta, gangsta
Keep it gangsta, gangsta
Keep it gangsta, gangsta

I gotta keep it gangsta, gangsta
Keep it gangsta, gangsta
Keep it gangsta, gangsta

"and now, the wonderous world of.."
"hey, come to los angeles!
You and your family can have peace and tranquility.
Enjoy the refinement.."
"hey bone, hey nigga where you at though? "
"hello, my name is elaine --
And I'll be your tour guide through south central los angeles"

[ice cube]
How to survive in south central (what you do? )
A place where bustin a cap is fundamental
No, you can't find the shit in a handbook
Take a close look, at a rap crook
Rule number one: get yourself a gun
A nine in your ass'll be fine
Keep it in your glove comparment
Cause jackers (yo) they love to start shit
Now if you're white you can trust the police
But if you're black they ain't nothin but beasts
Watch out for the kill
Don't make a false move and keep your hands on the steering wheel
And don't get smart
Answer all questions, and that's your first lesson
On stayin alive
In south central, yeah, that's how you survive

"hi this is elaine again.
Are you enjoying your stay in south central los angeles,
Or is somebody taking your things? have you witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
So you and your family can enjoy this tape, over and over again."
"this is los angeles." "this is los angeles."

[ice cube]
Rule number two: don't trust nobody
Especially a bitch, with a hooker's body
Cause it ain't nuttin but a trap
And females'll get jacked and kidnapped
You'll wind up dead
Just to be safe don't wear no blue or red
Cause most niggaz get got
In either l.a., compton or watts
Pissed-off black human beings
So I think you better skip the sight-seeing
And if you're nuttin but a mark
Make sure that you're in before dark
But if you need some affection mate
Make sure the bitch ain't a section eight
Cause if so that's a monkey-wrench hoe
And you won't survive in south central

"now you realize it's not all that it's cracked up to be.
You realize that it's fucked up!
It ain't nothin like the shit you saw on tv.
Palm trees and blonde bitches?
I'd advise to you to pack your shit and get the fuck on;
Punk motherfucker!"

And you need your ass straight smoked
Yo I wanna say whassup to dj chilly chill
Sir jinx, aiyyo cube these motherfuckers don't know what time it is
So show these motherfuckers what's happenin
Tell these motherfuckers, don't fuck around in south central
God damnit!

[ice cube]
Rule number three: don't get caught up
Cause niggaz are doing anything that's thought up
And they got a vice
On everything from dope, to stolen merchandise
We discern
Cause south central l.a., is one big yearn
Waitin for a brother like you to catch a disease
And start slangin ki's
To an undercover or the wrong brother
And they'll smother, a out of town motherfucker
So don't take your life for granted
Cause it's the craziest place on the planet
In l.a. heroes don't fly through the sky of stars
They live behind bars
So everybody's doin a little dirt
And it's the youngsters puttin in the most work
So be alert and stay calm
As you enter, the concrete vietnam
You say, the strong survive
Shit, the strong even die, in south central

Yeah you bitches, you think I forgot about your ass,
You tramp-ass hoes? you better watch out.
And for you so called baller-ass niggaz,
You know what time it is. south central ain't no joke.
Got to keep your gat at all times motherfuckers.
Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip God damnit.
You'll sho' get got, just like that.
This ain't no joke motherfuckers.
Now I wanna send a shout-out to e-dog, the engineer,
Puttin his two cents in..

"this is los angeles."

Damn
I'm broke
My feet hurt
(Inside the mind of a car jacker.)
And that bitch is slippin'

It makes me wanna - creep
It makes me wanna - creep
(I got somethin' for your mind, your body, and your soul)
(I got somethin' for your mind, your body, and your soul)

Damn, I'm such a G it's pathetic
Here comes the big-headed nigga that's dippin'
Sippin' on Courvoisier
Goddamn, I must have the floss today
Now pimpin' ain't easy but it's necessary
So I'm chasin' bitches like Tom chased Jerry
I'll put the pedal to the flo'
In my two-tone Ford Explo-a
You know how it's done
Sounds bumpin' ain't that somethin'
Jumped on the 110
She's flyin' in the Blazer
Like, "Go Speed Racer", but I ain't gonna chase her
Like Racer X, but I don't flex
'Til it's time to have sex
So when you wanna get togetha?
'Cause you know a nigga like me is down for whatever
And I'm down for whatever

When I was little, I didn't wanna be like Mike
I wanted to be like Ike 'cause
Papa was a rollin' stone in the '60s
And he liked green just like Bill Bixby
Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty
Pockets never skinny
Played "let's get it on" in the living room
And when he gets drunk better give him room
'Cause he'll turn the party out
Sayin' "This is my motherfuckin' house"
And y'all gots to go through the door
And if you can't find the door
He'll help you with the 4-4
Talkin' much shit on the grass
And straight down to blast
I'm still in my P.J.'s
He's in a turtleneck sweater
And we down for whatever

And I'm down
Solid pro is down for whatever
The Don Jagwar is down for whatever
And it don't seem to stop

Now, I don't talk a lot of shit
But when it's time to get busy with these hos, let's go
'Cause I'd rather see a skinhead dead
Than my niggas wearin' blue or red
'Cause I got the gift to hit them hos swift
And I'm smellin like a fifth of somethin'
Yeah, that's right
I'm standin' in the store
Koreans act so nice
'Cause I got potentials to blow up a Winchell's
Donut and you know what?
I'm cool like dat like Digable Planets
But don't take a nigga for granted
'Cause, whether it's a verdict of the L.A. Four
You just don't know
That this rappin'-ass nigga will change with the weather
And be down for whatever

And I'm down - creep
And I'm down for whatever
Bumpin' in your Jeep
Ice Cube - devoid of pop
And I will never dance for you trick-ass niggas

It makes me wanna - creep
It makes me wanna - creep

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

[phones ringing, babies crying]
white guy: Hi how you doin'?
nurse: Doctor's office, could you hold please? Yes sir can I help you?
white guy: Uh, yes I have a 4:00 appointment, I'm here to get my shot.
nurse: Okay, come right with me.
white guy: This isn't gonna take too long is it?
nurse: Here we are, here have a seat right here.
white guy: Oh great, thanks.
nurse: The doctor will be right with you, and uh can we get you anything?
white guy: Uh maybe a glass of water would be great.
nurse: Okay great.
[door shuts]
white guy: Man what is taking so long?
[door creaks open, funky music in the background]
doctor Ice Cube: Yo wussup?
white guy: Hi how you doin'?
doctor Ice Cube: Good. Alright, let's see what we got here uhh, Mr. White huh?
white guy: Yes sir that's me.
doctor Ice Cube: [Chuckle] I heard you don't like shots do you?
white guy: No I sure don't.
doctor Ice Cube: Aw. You're a big boy this won't hurt a bit,
just uh turn your head...
white guy: Let's get this over with.
doctor Ice Cube: Yeah uh, let's rub a little alcohol on there, right here,
for you, and uh brace yourself this won't hurt.

[click]

Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood like everybody from the hood is up to no good.
You think all the girls around here are trickin' up there lookin' like Superchicken
At night I see your light through my bedroom window But I ain't got shit but the pad and pencil
I can't wait till I hear you say "I'm going down, mayday, mayday." I'm gonna clown
Cause every time that the pigs have got me y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi
military force, but we don't want ya standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher
"So fly like an eagle." But don't follow us wherever we go
The shit that I'm saying, make it's heard Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird
"Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird"
"Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird"

Now...My homey's here to lick on a trick for a Rolex
And let me try the four next Now the four I was driving was hotter than July
looked up and didn't see it whippin' in the sky Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom
"Calling all cars, I think we've got em." I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood
I think I drove through every single hood South Central, Compton and Watts
Long Beach, bust a U, here come the cops Wish I had a genie with about three wishes
Metal flake green on D's I look suspicious You know that I'm running
Shit, I hear it humming Fuck, I see it coming
Is it a bird? Yup Is it a plane? No
I hit me a right on El Segundo Wanted to holla, had to ditch the Impala
Let's see if they would folla me, hit a fence, hit a fence, and another
met me a baby pitbull and his mother Ran up in some peoples house and looked out of the window
I wish it was my ten-four had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third
Cuz I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird

"Just put his hat, ehrrr, he combed his hair and then put his hat back
on. Errr, he's acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115
miles an hour, with the police chasing him. Ehm, they're not gonna be
real happy when they catch up with him, no matter what, the eh...
Ehrr, they hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse."

Officer Bird's on his way, and I don't wanna see him could you please give me the keys to the B.M.?
See, I didn't want to bank you but don't make me bank you, thank you
Tried to get yo the hood, and you might guess that a fool like me woulda shot Cyrus
Incognito, Ghetto Eagle Saying, "Fuck, where did he go?"
I bust me a left from Rubellon. Park The 735 and I'm bailin'
Went to my homegirl's house and got a hug man, She helped me run like Harriet Tubman
Looked out the window by the black bed I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed
Then the light from the bird hit me in the face I close the blinds cause I didn't wanna catch a case
All that night, I heard the bird circle while I was eating fish and watching Urkel
She said I could sleep on the couch By two A.M. I was digging her out
Fuck the ghetto bird
"Which way is he going now?" "Ok, now..now he's..he's actually southbound..on a service street..
and, uh...Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here and figure
out which service street he suddenly turned off on. Uh, the sheriffs are..are...well I know that...
sheriffs ground units got thrown off"

Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird

[Ice Cube]
Yeah... yeah!
Fool -- you know how we do it

West Side
Comin' from the West Side
Nothin' but the West Side

Ain't nuttin' goin on but the bomb-ass rap song
Hittin' all night long
Just like me on the black and white ivory
Gettin' six on artillery, you don't want to see a G
Break yo' ass like dishes
Buster-ass tricks, sleep with the fishes
Runnin' from Lennox, up at Venice
They wanna have me in stripes, like Dennis the Menace
But that ain't poppin', ain't no stoppin'
Fo'-hoppin', ass droppin', Coupe DeVille
My truth can, ill - fool I got skills
So, back on up 'fore I check that chin
Down as fuck and I'm full off Henn'
You gets no love and I thought you knew it
Fool, you know how we do it

Comin' from the West Side
West Side, comin' from the West Side

[Ice Cube]
Chillin' with the homies, smellin' the bud
Double parked and I'm talkin to Dub
about who got a plan, who got a plot
whom got got, and who got shot
Cause everybody knows that he got the info
Crazy Toones hangin' out the window
Fool I got them bomb-ass tapes
Da Lench Mob, Planet of the Apes
I'm down with Eiht, and Watts Up
Kam is solo, they got nuts
When Ice Cube write a sentence
I want "The Bomb" just like George Clinton
S-K-D is down to catch a body
Put on Knee Deep, we'll turn out your party
You gets no love and I thought you knew it
Fool, you know how we do it

You know how we do it

[Ice Cube]
Jack B. Nimble, and Jack B. Quick
if you wanna jack me on a lick, cause
I'm that fool from South Central
You think you stuck yourself, with a number 2 pencil
That's how I poke hot lead in yo' ass
With "Mo' Bounce to the Ounce" in the dash
Mash up, Ve-nice, headed for the West
Everything is great, slow down for the dip
On a 100 and 8th and keep mashin'
Don't drink and drive to keep the fo' from crashin'
Stashin' a glock and I thought you knew it
You know how we do it

Comin' from the West Side, West Side
Nuttin' but a West Side
It's hittin' on the West Side
Fool, you know how we do it

At these up late times, hardcore funkateers before the bop gun.
We unleash you a positive light. the bop gun can do you no harm.
It frees yo mind, so yo kind can follow. (yeahhh.)

So wide you can't get around it
So low you can't get under it
So high you can't get over it
Iiiiiiii, can't get over it
(ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit)
(ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit)
(ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit)
(ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit)
Well all right!
(ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit)
Attention all radio station jocks ...
(ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit)
Haw haw, got to be groovin' jammin' on yo box.
(ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit)
The mothership connection is upon you again.
(ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit)
Yeah, workin' up a sweat, is it wet yet?
(ready or not, here we come
Getting down for the one which we believe in)

Verse 1: ice cube
1993, much more ba-e-ya-e-younce
Ice cube comin' with the half ounce
Not just knee deep, jeep fulla smog
A, to, mic, dog
Like ya behind, heard it through the grapevine
How much longer will you be mine?
And i'ma tell ya, I don't like drama
So do I have to put my handcuffs on your mama
'cause bertha butt did her fuckin' boogie with her crew
But I'd rather fuck you, boo
And make you say humdrum, tweedee dum
Humdrum don't succumb when I'm done, buckin' shit
One nation under a groove gettin down for the fuck of it
Tear the roof of this motherfucker like we did last night, son
And hit you with the bop gun

(george clinton)
Here's my chance to dance my way
Out of my constriction
Gonna be freakin' up and down
Hang up really late
The groove I only got
We shall all be moved
Ready or not, here we come
Gettin down for the one which we believe in
(one nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now)

{yeah.}
Dance, sucka, dance!

{yeah, heh heh. and it don't stop. sheeeit.}

Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Aw, feet don't fail me now! ha ha!
(givin' you more of what you're funkin' for)
Do you promise the funk {yep}, the whole funk,
Nothin but the funk?
{hit you with the bop gun, heh,
Buss a cap with my bop gun,
Gotta hit you with the bop gun,
Buss a cap with the bop gun, hit you with the bop gun,
Buss a cap with the bop gun, heh, 'cause I'm the top gun...}
Ready. {yep} ready. {yep} ready. {yep, come on}
(ready or not, here we come
Gettin down on the one which we believe in)

Verse 2: ice cube
If you hear any noise, it's just me and the boys
Playin with our toys
M-1, cuz everybody's gotta have fun
Under the sun, under the sun
So rough, so tough when I get down
The disco fiend with the monster sound
I wants to get fucked up when I'm chillin', whoa
The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill-in
You let her funk me 'cause my funk is the best
Comin from the west
Kickin that shit be occupied, dedicated to the preservation motion of hips
Hittin them dips, cd skips but I'm straight
As I bounce, rock, skate, now I'll toast to that
If it's rough, make the girls say
"do that stuff! aw, do that stuff!"
But ya got to be, you got to be a freak of the week
For the top gun, hit you with the bop gun

(one nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now)
{trick! yeeah!} jus hit 'em with the bop gun!
(one nation under a groove {heh}
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now)
{get up with the bop gun...}
(one nation under a groove ('bout time we got down, one time)
Gettin down just for {the fuck of it, yeahh}
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now)
(one nation under a groove (now everybody say)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now)
(here's my chance to dance my way
Out of my constriction)
(feet don't fail me now! ha ha!)
{get 'em with the bop gun...
I'm a' blast with the bop gun ... heh heh ...
On yo ass with the with the bop gun ...
I'm talkin' trash with the bop gun ... yeah
And it don't stop
And it won't stop}
Here's my chance to dance my wayyy,
Out of my constriction
(yeahhh, feel the shit now!)
{oh shit}

... hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!
party over here fuck you over there!
Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!
party over here fuck you over there! {oh yeah}
Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!
party over here fuck you over there!
Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!
party over here fuck you over there, nigga!
Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!
party over here fuck you over there!
Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!
party over here fuck you over there!

(givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Feet don't fail me now)
(that's right!)
(do you promise the funk
Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Ooo, feet don't fail me now ....
Can I get it on my good foot, good gawd ...
'bout time I got down one time)
(can I get down one time)

(ice cube)
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There ain't nothin' wrong, so hit the bong
Waitin' on the double dutch bus for a ride
As the buffalo bitch go round the outside
Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip
Got daytons on the mothership
And you can ring my bell if you need me to pass
The dutchie on the left hand side for the sale
Cuz nobody knows where the nose goes when the doors close
Dog chow got the hoes
Lookin' for the theme from the black hole
Now I'll big bang you with my black pole
Flashlight, red light, we don't like cops on the bike
Just made bail, tonight
So whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna have some fun with the bop gun

(ready or not, here we come
Getting down on the one which we believe in)
(one nation under a groove
(here is my chance to dance my wayyy)
Gettin down just for the funk of it (one nationnnn)
One nation and we're on the move
(get it on my good foot, good gawd)
Nothin can stop us now)
(ha ha ha ha ha haeeee)
(one nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now)
(now I want everybody to put together this time ... hit me!)
(one nation under a groove
(can I get it on my good foot)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now)
(uh huh, uh huh, one nation)
(one nation under a groove
(can I get it on my good foot)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now)
(one nation under a groove (ooh yeah)
Gettin down just for the funk of it (ooh yeah)
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now)
(ha ha ha ha ha haeeee)
(one nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us nowwwwww.)

Intro: k-dee, ice cube

(hey yo cube)
Make it ruff
(cube check it out)
Whassup?
(yo this bitch was suckin my dick, you know what I told her? )
What?
(make the music with ya mouth biiiyaaatch!)
Hahahaha, baby baby!
(hahah ya like that)
Make it ruff
(naw, make it smooth)

Verse one: ice cube, k-dee

I make niggas say 'woof' cos I'm in the coupe with no roof
(ya smell like somethin 90-proof)
Cos I'm ruff, and nigga you can buck these nuts
If you comin with that smooth shit, hard core rules shit
(i make the hoes say 'hay' each and every day
Bitch cos I'm the k-dee, no I'm not a g)
Mothafuckin wannabe mack
(but I'm smooth like that)
I gots ta buck...you...right on up, punk you lucky that cha livin
Cos I'm the unforgiven; I like power, ain't a damn thing funny
(i like pussy and money
And I won't slam like onyx or never ever stutter
But I'm b-b-butter;
Leader of the new school, you hard core fool!)
Nigga make it ruff! (make it smooth!)
and I'm here
Make it ruff (naw, make it smooth.)

Verse two: k-dee, ice cube

(k-dee)
You can lick me up and down till I yell stop!
Damn bitch ya missed a drop...cos I don't play when I sway
It's the quicker picker upper;
A pro that moves slow before this hoe I'm quick
To dump her; so eeny-meeny-miney-mo, where's my dough?
I gots ta make a livin, I out ta get mo;
Money, and got more nuts for ya honey; so
Come and break me off, this nigga's walkin soft;
It's the smoothness that make niggas move to this;
For you ruffnecks, I'll check you with my tool and shit;
Don't sweat 'em, just let 'em play that hardcore
Role; we still cool, but just make it smooth...

(ice cube)
You know what, it's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin under, I'm chocolate thunder;
Ruff as sin, cuts on ya skin
And I blend with the tracks, see I'm black
K-dee is the mack; matter fact
Niggas hit me up with the c's and b's
But you don't wanna fuck wit these
Cos I'll put 'em on ya
And we'll have to wake ya mothafuckin ass up with ammonia
Cos hardcore rap is always on the map and it don't stop
Devoid of pop; and if I drop another smooth hit
It'll still be hard, cos I helped start this shit;

So make it ruff (naw make it smooth!)
Make it ruff! (make it smooth!!)
Make it ruff! (make it smooth!!)
Make it ruff

(..naw...make it smooth.)
Make it- make it ruff

(naw, make it smooth.)

Verse three: ice cube, k-dee

I hate when niggas get too fuckin sexy on the track, I'm pro black.
(well I'm a pro-mack.)
I like hittin switches.
(i love hittin bitches, cos I'm a player.)
Hard rhyme sayer!
(i thought you knew, but ain't no thang, you knew the way I swang;
Creepin, ain't no sleepin, ain't a damn thing changed; I hit hoe after
Hoe with this laid-back shit.)
Fool, I kill at will and still can fade that shit; cos it's the
Predator, I edit(? ) her, so nigga watch yo step!
(you in a gang like starr, tryina get a rep!)
It ain't no sweat for me to buck buck nigga don't give a fuck; you
Better duck duck or get your ass stuck stuck!
(don't let the smooth shit fool ya, cos I can get it on; cos I be
Breakin bones like dragonfly jones; quick to put em on ya.)
Don't make me act a fool! nigga, make it ruff!
(make it smooth!)
and I'm in here...

Make it ruff
Make it ruff (make it smooth)

Make- make it- make it ruff
...make it ruff (make it smooth!)

Make it ruff
Ice cube's up in this motherfucker
(k-dee's up in this motherfucker)

Make it ruff (naw make it smooth.)

Make it ruff (naw, make it smooth!)

Make- make it ruff- ruff

Make- make it ruff (naw make it smooth.)

Make it ruff- ruff (naw, make it smooth.)

(naw, naw, make it smooth)

(naw, make it smooth)

Damn
I'm broke
My feet hurt
(Inside the mind of a car jacker.)
And that bitch is slippin'

It makes me wanna - creep
It makes me wanna - creep
(I got somethin' for your mind, your body, and your soul)
(I got somethin' for your mind, your body, and your soul)

Damn, I'm such a G it's pathetic
Here comes the big-headed nigga that's dippin'
Sippin' on Courvoisier
Goddamn, I must have the floss today
Now pimpin' ain't easy but it's necessary
So I'm chasin' bitches like Tom chased Jerry
I'll put the pedal to the flo'
In my two-tone Ford Explo-a
You know how it's done
Sounds bumpin' ain't that somethin'
Jumped on the 110
She's flyin' in the Blazer
Like, "Go Speed Racer", but I ain't gonna chase her
Like Racer X, but I don't flex
'Til it's time to have sex
So when you wanna get togetha?
'Cause you know a nigga like me is down for whatever
And I'm down for whatever

When I was little, I didn't wanna be like Mike
I wanted to be like Ike 'cause
Papa was a rollin' stone in the '60s
And he liked green just like Bill Bixby
Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty
Pockets never skinny
Played "let's get it on" in the living room
And when he gets drunk better give him room
'Cause he'll turn the party out
Sayin' "This is my motherfuckin' house"
And y'all gots to go through the door
And if you can't find the door
He'll help you with the 4-4
Talkin' much shit on the grass
And straight down to blast
I'm still in my P.J.'s
He's in a turtleneck sweater
And we down for whatever

And I'm down
Solid pro is down for whatever
The Don Jagwar is down for whatever
And it don't seem to stop

Now, I don't talk a lot of shit
But when it's time to get busy with these hos, let's go
'Cause I'd rather see a skinhead dead
Than my niggas wearin' blue or red
'Cause I got the gift to hit them hos swift
And I'm smellin like a fifth of somethin'
Yeah, that's right
I'm standin' in the store
Koreans act so nice
'Cause I got potentials to blow up a Winchell's
Donut and you know what?
I'm cool like dat like Digable Planets
But don't take a nigga for granted
'Cause, whether it's a verdict of the L.A. Four
You just don't know
That this rappin'-ass nigga will change with the weather
And be down for whatever

And I'm down - creep
And I'm down for whatever
Bumpin' in your Jeep
Ice Cube - devoid of pop
And I will never dance for you trick-ass niggas

It makes me wanna - creep
It makes me wanna - creep

Intro:

Every january 16th, it's "the dreamer, the dreamer."
And all of you say, "i have a dream; the dreamer."
And what did he dream? it stuck him right there.
And little black boys, and little white girls
Will one day hold hands together.
Shit.
Is that where it's at? is that where it's at now?
Them little blacks hands are yours.
You can't hold the black brothers' hands?
But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands
Before you hold each other's hands?
You gonna walk with your enemy
Before you learn to walk with one another?
How sick can you be?
(enemy)

Verse one:

Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot
Where you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot
Supercat said that the ghetto red hot
Bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot
Nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it
Buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it
Listen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive
God will survive, him protect the civilized
Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?
Not me, not me
Me never eat from the tree with the apple
I'd rather have a snapple
Do you know where you're going to
Do you know where you're runnin from
Scared of the sun, I live in the sun
You shrivel up like a raisin
And burn like the blunt that I'm blazin
Ku klux klan scared of my nutty beats
Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets
Out number you somethin like 15 to 3
See, don't love your enemy

Chorus

Enemies, enemy runnin from the g
Enemies, enemy, you're my enemy
Enemies, enemy, when will I see?
Enemies, enemy r.i.p.

Verse two:

Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?
J. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya
With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire
Me not afraid, cause me know elijah
Goin to the east but straight from the westside
Swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride
Through the fire, through the fire that will please us
I know that farrakhan is your baby jesus
Devil don't you know I'm a soldier?
In god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya
Like folger's crystals feds
I'ma pick your ass like juan valdez
You don't care if me die from the cracka
You don't care if me have a heart attacka
You don't care if me get car jacka
You don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka
Now it's judgement day, and allah'll never play
"freedom got an ak," them guerilla say
Bobby seale said, "please make it rough, bro"
When God give the word, me herd like the buffalo
Through your neighborhood, watch me blast
Tribe of shabazz, get in that ass
You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me
Now you're just a enemy

Chorus

Verse three:

Now I change my style up, my style up,bodies pile up
Just to trouble you, throwin out the w
Sent me a subpoena
Cause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina
Each and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet
With the heavy a to the muthafuckin k
Now you treat me like a germ
Cause your scared of the su - per sperm
Please don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes
The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies
Nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose
Ya scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes
But I don't wanna, I've been to cona
From the cavebitch with the nasty persona
Hit me with the big black billy club
Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub
Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub
And it's really scary, now they're in the military
Sodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,
Bible, holy qur'an
Once again it's on, got the hollow point teflon
And the brother ron 2x, so who's next?
(devil)
With dub c, brother g
Crazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy
High off the hennesy
Hundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee
West l.a., what the hell can I say?
Niggas wanna play, each and every day
Pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j
Rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?
Handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper
Grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her
They call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt
Knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work
Master farad muhammad comin like a comet
When they see em, they all start to vomit
1995, elijah is alive
Lewis farrakhan, noi
Bloods and crips and little ol me
And we all gettin ready for the enemy

Listen to the preacherman
But are you talkin' to me
I can't hear you with a mouth full of pig's feet
If I should need the swine flesh
Your body is a mess, but you're blessed
With a father, son, spirit and the holy ghost
But my whole neigborhood is comatose
Lookin' for survival
The devil made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin' our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch 'em burn in a fire
See I'm a g, that's why I ain't in your choir
Cause I see, cause I know
The church ain't nothin' but a fashion show
Get the devil to a 187
And they won't call me a nigga when I get to heaven

Verse Two:

You're waitin' for the devil to come from the ground
Clown, take a look around
Just look at the cross that the priest is holdin'
A beast in sheep's clothing
But I'm rollin' with that knowledge of self
Cause heaven ain't just wealth
So mister preacher, if I couldn't pay my tithe
Do I have to wait outside?
White man, please take another look
Cause we couldn't be readin' out of the same book
Cause youse a crook and I'm a brother
King James had sex with his mother
Is that your edition? Is that your religion?
Black man, you gotta make a desicion
Cause God is comin' on day number seven
And he won't call me a nigga when I get to heaven

Verse Three:

The same white man that threw me in the slammer
He bombed the church in Alabama
So if I cock the hammer, God won't mind
If I have to kill the human swine
Cause God is a killer from the start
Why you think Noah had to build his ark
And God is a man from his feet to his hair
That's why you say 'amen' after each and every prayer
I just stare at the church man
Spendin' more money on the church band
But Elijah's got a plan
Got the white man screamin': 'Damn that Farrakhan!'
Cause one day these babies are uprise
Much more than bowties and bean pies
Kickin' knowledge at 7-11
And they won't call me a nigga when I get to heaven

[Ice Cube]
Yeah... yeah!
Fool -- you know how we do it

West Side
Comin' from the West Side
Nothin' but the West Side

Ain't nuttin' goin on but the bomb-ass rap song
Hittin' all night long
Just like me on the black and white ivory
Gettin' six on artillery, you don't want to see a G
Break yo' ass like dishes
Buster-ass tricks, sleep with the fishes
Runnin' from Lennox, up at Venice
They wanna have me in stripes, like Dennis the Menace
But that ain't poppin', ain't no stoppin'
Fo'-hoppin', ass droppin', Coupe DeVille
My truth can, ill - fool I got skills
So, back on up 'fore I check that chin
Down as fuck and I'm full off Henn'
You gets no love and I thought you knew it
Fool, you know how we do it

Comin' from the West Side
West Side, comin' from the West Side

[Ice Cube]
Chillin' with the homies, smellin' the bud
Double parked and I'm talkin to Dub
about who got a plan, who got a plot
whom got got, and who got shot
Cause everybody knows that he got the info
Crazy Toones hangin' out the window
Fool I got them bomb-ass tapes
Da Lench Mob, Planet of the Apes
I'm down with Eiht, and Watts Up
Kam is solo, they got nuts
When Ice Cube write a sentence
I want "The Bomb" just like George Clinton
S-K-D is down to catch a body
Put on Knee Deep, we'll turn out your party
You gets no love and I thought you knew it
Fool, you know how we do it

You know how we do it

[Ice Cube]
Jack B. Nimble, and Jack B. Quick
if you wanna jack me on a lick, cause
I'm that fool from South Central
You think you stuck yourself, with a number 2 pencil
That's how I poke hot lead in yo' ass
With "Mo' Bounce to the Ounce" in the dash
Mash up, Ve-nice, headed for the West
Everything is great, slow down for the dip
On a 100 and 8th and keep mashin'
Don't drink and drive to keep the fo' from crashin'
Stashin' a glock and I thought you knew it
You know how we do it

Comin' from the West Side, West Side
Nuttin' but a West Side
It's hittin' on the West Side
Fool, you know how we do it

[spoken by Ice Cube]
Niggaz are in a state of emergency
The death side: a mirror damage of where we are today
The life side: a vision of where we need to go
So sign your death certificate

Fuck all y'all

[at the funeral]
...
Lisa got him
- Allright, on three. One, two... threeee.
Get all folks together, walk this way.
Can't believe it though. The homeboy... Hey, open that door
- Open it
Allright
- 'Right

[gospel music starts playing]
...
We've come together by God's demand
Whether it be for life, or death
Well, this morning, it's over the mourning of one of our little brothers
This brother was a good brother
He didn't get into an excessive amount of trouble
But it's one thing...
It's one thing!
It's one thing...

He was the wrong nigga to fuck with!

God damn, the bigger the cap the bigger the peelin
And when dealin with the Lench Mob you gots to know
Steady Mobbin is not just the name of this jam, but a way of life
Bound together by motherfuckers that's known
to break em off somethin, give it to me

Four or five niggaz in a mothership
Better known as a goose and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin to get our hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin up the rollers
Comin up short of the green guys
And I might start slangin bean pies
Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month
With "U Can't Touch This" on the front
I'm bout to get rich
Cause life ain't nuttin but money and fuck a bitch
They drop like dominoes
And if you didn't know, Ice Cube got drama hoes
So after the screwin
I bust a nut and get up and put on my white Ewings
I'm out the do'
All you might get is a rubber on the floor
Cause I'm ready to hit the road like Mario Andretti
Bitch, cause I'm steady mobbin

Bustin caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
Cause I'm gettin major
Fuck Pac Tel, move to Sky Pager
Told all my friends
Don't drink 8 Ball, cause St. Ide's is givin ends
Fools get drunk and wanna compete
Slapboxin in the street
Niggaz get mad, tempers are flarin
cause they got a few bitches starin
Just for the nappy heads
But scandalous bitches, make for happy Feds
I'm making my duty to cuss em
out, cause I just don't trust em
And if you tell on me I'm bombin on Betty
Bitch shoulda known I was steady mobbin

Since one-time so hot
Got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the glock
And I'm rollin on rims
Eating soul food, and neckbones from M&M's
Grumblin like a motherfucker
Greasy-ass lips, now I gots to take a shit
Saw Sir Jinx bailin'
When I hit a left, I moved felon, 'Whattup loc?'
Don't you know that niggaz get smoked
That take they life for a joke, get in nigga
I take you to the pad zoom
Went to mom's house and dropped a load in the bathroom
Jumped back in my low rider
Comin out feelin about ten pounds lighter
Went to Bone's house so I can get the gat
Looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at
Lench Mob ain't nuttin but tramps
But hoes lickin us like stamps
One fool brought the music for the yams
But Ice Cube had more amps, get in bitch
Cause I had the jam on
And I don't want to hear shit about a tampon
Give me the nappy and make me happy
The hoe said 'Pappy could you slap me
on the ass hard and fast
and could please try not to leave a gash?'
I said yeah, but I don't play sex
When I'm putting on the latex
Slipped on the condom
Fucked around and dropped the bomb son
And it came out sort of like confetti
In for the night, no longer steady mobbin

[Cube]:What The F**k?
[Lench]:Hey Faggot Or Nigga
[Cube]:Hey Slut

* intro: conversation between [1] and [2] + a [Nurse]

[1] Ay but, what you doin up here anyway nigga?
[2] Man I came up to get some rubbers man, what you doin up here?
[1] No shit? Man, I came up here to get a physical
[1] You know for my job, you gotta get a physical and shit, but..
[2] Really?
[Nurse] Philip Brown to the front desk - Philip Brown
[1] Aw that's me right there, hey man you stay up man!
[Nurse] Philip Brown!
[1] Be careful and shit you know...
[2] Awright then homey!
[Nurse] Philip Brown?
[1] Yeah?
[Nurse] Can I help you?
[1] Ahh, ah-uh-yeah, I'd like to get
[1] I'd like to get a physical
[Nurse] We don't give physicals here
[1] Oh you don't?
[Nurse] No, all we test for is VD, herpes, syphillis and gonorrhea
[1] I'd like to see a doctor
[Nurse] What's the matter, you BURNING?
[1] Huh??

"Stepped out my house, stopped short, oh no.." -> Slick Rick
"Why is my thing-thing burnin like this?"
[Nurse] You BURNING?
"Stepped out my house, stopped short, oh no.." -> Slick Rick
"What have I, done stuck my duck in?"

[Ice Cube]
I went to the free clinic, it was filled to capacity
Now how bad can a piece of ass be?
Very bad, so I had to make the trip
and thank God, I didn't have the drips
I was there so a hoe couldn't gimme that
Just to get - twenty free jimmy hats
Now look who I see
Ain't that... yeah, that's the bitch from up the street!
With the big fat tail
who always told Cube to go to hell
She thought she was wiser
Now she's sittin in the waitin room, burnin like heat-mizer
Yeah I see ya
First Miss Thang, now Miss Gonorrhea
Man it's a trip how the world keeps turnin
It's 1991, and look who's burnin

Chorus One: various samples (repeat 2X)

"Does it get you hot?" "It's got me hot!"
"This is a girl playin hard to get.." -> Slick Rick
"Burnin up, burnin!"
"What have I, done stuck my duck in?"

[Ice Cube]
Now everybody is a victim, you can go see 'em
and you'll hear more claps than the Coliseum
Sittin there all quiet and embarrassed
Whup - there go that bitch who was careless
I remember - she wouldn't give the cock
to anybody who lived on the block
Now hoe, look what you got
BEND THAT BIG ASS OVER for the shot
Cause somebody is pipin hot
Drippin like a faucet, I'm glad I didn't toss it
Got you a college boy, who was worse than me
and he probably fucked the whole university
Still wanted him to dick you down, kick you down
with some bucks, now who got fucked?
With a nigga for the money he's earnin
but ask for some water bitch, and look who's burnin

Chorus Two: various samples (repeat 2X)

"Does it get you hot?" "Can you get that?"
"This is a girl playin hard to get.." -> Slick Rick
"Burnin up, burnin!"
"Why is my thing-thing burnin like this?"

Interlude: more samples

"It burns.." {*man moaning in pain, urinating sound*}
"Fitfully, sputteringly to it's end.." {*aww shit!!*}
".. at which there is, a little surprise"
{*That stupid ass..*} "BITCH!!!!"

[Ice Cube]
Yo, it ain't my fault you got the heebie-jibbies
but you still try to act like you didn't see me
So I walk over, and say "Hi,
bitch, don't try to act surprised!"
You shoulda put a sock on the pickle
and your pussy wouldn't be blowin smoke signals
Man, this is gonna kill 'em
Guess who got a big fat dose of penicillin?
They'll ask, "Who?", and I tell 'em you
The new leader of the big booty crew
And after the day, I'm sorry to say
You come through the neighborhood, you couldn't give it away
To a nigga, who's out to get major paid
but you'll have him, pissin out razorblades
But a bitch like you..ll be returnin with the H-I-V, R.I.P.

Chorus Three: various samples (repeat 2X)

"You can't trust a big butt and a smile.." -> KRS-One
"You can't trust a big butt and a smile.." -> KRS-One
"I'm burning up!"
"You can't trust a big butt and a smile.." -> KRS-One
"I'm burning up!"
"What have I, done stuck my duck in?"

[Outro]
".. done stuck my duck in?"
"It's hot.. I'm burning up "I'm burning up!"

(Big Bird: Sesame Street)
Hey look at this! I was cleaning out my nest
and I found a book of my old poetry

(Ice Cube)
Fresh out of school cause I was a high school grad
gots to get a job cuz I was a high school dad
Wish I got paid like I was rappin' to the nation
but thats not likely, so here's my application
Pass it to the man at AT&T
Cuz when I was in school I got the a. e. e.
But there's no SC for this youngsta
I didn't have no money so now I have to hunch the
Back like a slave, thats what be happenin
but whitey says there's no room for the African
Always knew that I would boycott, jeez
but welcome to McDonalds can I take your order please
Gotta sell ya food that might give you cancer
cuz my baby doesn't take no for an answer
Now I pay taxes that you never give me back
what about diapers, bottles, and similac
Do I gotta go sell me a whole lotta crack
for decent shelter and clothes on my back?
Or should I just wait for help from Bush
or Jesse Jackson, and operation Push
If you ask me the whole thing needs a douch
a masengel what the hell cracker sale in the neighborhood
To the whorehouse bitches,
Miss porker, little joe or Todd Bridges
Or anybody that he know
so I got me a bird, better known as a kilo
Now everybody know I went from po' to a nigga that got dough
So now you put the feds against me
cause I couldn't follow the plan of the presidency
I'm never givin' love again
Cuz blacks are too fuckin broke to be republican
Now I remember I used to be cool
till I stopped fillin' out my W-2
Now senators are gettin' hired
and your plan against the ghetto backfired
So now you got a pep talk
but sorry, this is our only room to walk
Cause we don't want a drug push
But a bird in the hand is worth more than the bush

tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)
tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)

Here's another topic I'm addressing,
So learn a quick lesson, about your smith and wesson.
Sit your ass back and comprehend,
As I let you know about man's best friend.
Now remember, it used to be a dog like lassie,
But now in '91 it's a gun if you ask me.
Just like a jimmy hat's used for protection,
I use my nine when suckers start to flex it.
'cause if you run up and try to play mine,
I rather have a ak than a fucking k9.
'cause if you shot your gun and my dog tries to fetch ya,
Me and the dog's going out on a stretcher.
And I ain't with that, so I gotta get that
Big black gat, aim and I hit that.
Forget about a dog fool, he'll shit in the (? ? ),
Nowadays, a gat is man's best friend.

Man's best friend

Verse two:
Here is the reason why ice cube's packed,
Just in case the little punks try to jack.
I can't put a motherfucking pitbull under a coat,
And a small on my back.
So I gotta take my beret off, and I betcha
It'll probably work a 100 percent better.
'cause it'll keep me out of danger,
With sixteen in the clip and one in the chamber.
So this goes to all y'all intruders,
Beware of the owner, 'cause the owner is a shooter.
I don't just wanna give your ass rabies,
I rather have your ass pushing up daisies.
And I can't do that with benji,
Rin tin tin, or spotch mckinsey
Forget about a dog fool, he'll shit in the (? ? ),
Nowadays, a gat is man's best friend.

"just don't let me see you shoot no dogs"
"hey, I got shots fired here, send me another unit"
"the profile of a typical american gun owner is this:
Over thirty, white, male, middle class" -- peter jennings
"take that motherfuckers"

Down at the best spot
Its me and JD and they sellin more birds than a pet shop
The spot's hot and everybody nervous
That's when the blue car served us
Oh why did fools had to let loose
Heard six pops from a deuce deuce
Big Tom had to push us
13 niggaz runnin straight to the bushes
For they gats so they could draw down
But why a motherfucker like me had to fall down
Not known why I dropped out
Fuck it, still can't afford to get popped out
So now I gotta jet
Only ran one block, but my shirt soakin wet
Tryin to see if we got him
Looked down at my sweatshirt red at the bottom
Didn't panic but I still looked cracked out
Yelled to the homies then I blacked out

Woke up in the back of a tray
On my way, to MLK
That the county hospital jack
Where niggaz die over a little scratch
Still sittin in the trauma center
In my back is where the bullet entered
Yo nurse I'm gettin kind of warm
Bitch still made me fill out the fuckin form
Coughin up blood on my hands and knees
Then I heard "freeze nigger don't move"
Yo, I didn't do a thing
Didn't wanna go out like my man Rodney King
Still got gaffled
Internal bleeding as the bullet starts to travel
Now I'm handcuffed
Being asked information on my gang affiliation
I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes
And I'm a victim of neighborhood crime

I need to see a MD
And ya'll mothafuckers giving me the third degree
Look at the waiting room
Its filled to the rim like the county jail day room
Nobody gettin help
Since we poor
The hospital move slow
Now I'm layed out
People steppin over me to get closer to the tv
Just like a piece of dog shit
Now will I die on this nappy ass carpet
One hour done passed
Done watched two episodes of M*A*S*H
And when I'm almost through
They call my name and put me on ICU
Halfway dead
No respect and handcuffed to the bed
Now the trauma starts
Cause the bullet must be just a hair from my heart
So I begin the ass kissin
Just to get looked at by an overworked physician
Got the chills, but my temperatures 103
Only got a band-aid and an IV
That's when I start cussin
Police steady askin me who did the bustin

Why oh why can't I get help
Cause I'm black, I gots to go for self
Too many black bodies the hospital housin
So at 10 P.M. I was Audi 5000

Damn We Burn Up Niggas
Feeling Fucked By Lench Mob Niggas
Don't Be A Bitch Girl
It Is A Fuckin Death Bitch

Intro:

You are the prince of darkness
Arch enemy, father of evil
Hell born, demonic, savage, fierce, viscious, wild
Tameless, barbaric, uncontrollabe, obstinate beast

Verse One:

Horny little devil, you gotta back up
Horny little devil, you can't bust a nut
Lookin at my girlfriend's black skin
You wanna jump in, but she don't like white men
So don't throw that work you fuckin jerk
Or get your punk devil ass hurt motherfucker
She ain't with the pale face
Cause y'all fuck at a snail's pace
And you might get sprayed with mace
By the ebony
So when she's doing her job you better let her be
Don't try to pinch the gluterus
Thinkin that you about to knock out the uterus
Cause she'll tell you to kiss her ass quick
And where I'm from, devils get their ass kicked
Mr. Sexual Harrasment
Asking for a blow while the answer is "fuck no"
Looks like you wanna terminate
But that's when I go Psycho like Norman Bates
I wanna kill the devil for talkin shit
Cause he can't get a taste of the chocolate
African breast; cause white bitches got no butt and no chest
Black women have bodies like goddesses
Sorta like Venus, but put away your penis
Cause the devil is a savage motherfucker
That's why I'm lighter than the average brother
Cause you raped our women and we felt it
But it'll never happen again if I can help it (me neither)
Cause nobody in my neighborhood has caught jungle fever yet
So horny little devil, you better listen
Before your ass comes up missin
and it's like that

Verse Two:

Now you wanna get me
Horny little must be a F-A-G
Tryin to fuck me out my land and my manhood
Got broke eating Spam and canned goods
Locking down on my neighborhoods
Treat me less than a man cause right now you got the upper hand
But my ass is a virgin
You mignt have fucked the Indians
but you can't surgeon me
And when I'm on top I wont be fuckin ya
I'd rather put a buck in ya
Cause I hate the devil with a passion
and when I see the whites of his eyes I start blastin
Dig a hole and throw his ass in
And I won't be happy til I'm down to my last ten
Get his fuckin pitchfork
Tie him up, and then feed the bitch pork
Little devil wanna fuck me out my pay
But horny little devil true niggaz aren't gay
And you can't play with my Yo-Yo
and definitely can't play with me you fuckin homo
Cause we'll blow your head off
And turn that white sheet into a red cloth
Plus when they're all dead
I can quit that jheri juice and get a bald head
Then let it nap up
Go down to the corner store and beat the Jap up
Clean all the crap up
out my city
Now the whole block look shitty
Put his dick on a wood block
Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop
Now who's the next to nut
Color Me Badd, but you can't sex me up
So don't even try to put a dick in a die
Because this is what why in 1991 I'ma get my gun
Put an end to the devil, so get a fucking shovel

(repeat chorus)

Everytime I wanna go get a fucking brew
빌어먹을 맥주한병을 사려고 할때마다
I gotta go down to the store with a two Orientals... Mothafuckers
나는 동양인 두명이 운영하는 그 가게로 가야돼...X새끼들
They make a nigger mad
그들은 검둥이를 미치게 만들어.
enough to cause a little ruckus
작은 소동을 일으키기 충분할만큼.
Thinking every brother in the world is out to take
그들은 모든 우리 흑인들이 물건을 훔칠거라고 생각하고
So they watch every damn move that I make
내 빌어먹을 움직임 하나하나를 관찰하지.
They hope I don't pull out a gun
내가 총을 꺼내서 자기들의 냄새나는 조그만 가게를
And try to rob their funky little store
털지않기를 바라면서.
But bitch I got a job
X년아, 나도 직업이 있다구.

So don't follow me up and down your market
그러니까 너희들 가게에서 내뒤를 졸졸 따라다니지 마.
Or your little chop-suey ass will be a target
안그러면 너희들 조그만 중국잡채같은 놈들은
of the nationwide boycott
전국적인 불매운동의 표적이 될거야.
Juice with the people
우리가 가진것은
That's what the boy got
힘이 넘치는 사람들.
So pay respect to the black fist
그러니까 검은 주먹에 경의를 표해.
Or we'll burn down your store
안그러면 너희들 가게에 불을 질러서
Right down to a crisp
바삭바삭하게 태워버릴거야.
And then we'll see ya
그리고 너희들은 알게 되겠지.
Cause ya can't turn the ghetto
왜냐하면 너희들이 흑인거리를
into the Black Korea
검은 한국으로 만들수는 없으니까.
Motherfuck You!
엿먹어라!

ay, yeah you, motherfucker
You know who I'm talking to
Yeah, you that motherfucker that betrayed your homeboys and you ain't
Shit
Yeah, you about to get your motherfucking ghetto pass revoked,
Motherfucker
Punk-ass mark, bitch-made
Punk-ass trick in a basket
You got caught up in the mix...

It's the nigga ya love to hate with a new song
So what really goes on
Nothing but a come-up, but ain't that a bitch
They hate to see a young nigga rich
But I refuse to switch even though
Cause I can't move to the snow
Cause soon as y'all get some dough
Ya wanna put a white bitch on your elbow
Moving out your neighborhood
But I walk through the ghetto and the flavor's good
Little kids jumping on me
But you, you wanna be white and corny
Living way out
"nigger go home" spray-painted on your house
Trying to be white or a jew
But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to?
Get the hell out
Stop being an uncle tom, you little sell-out
House nigga scum
Give something back to the place where you made it from
Before you end up broke
Fuck around and get your ghetto pass revoked
I ain't saying no names, you know who you are
You little punk, be true to the game

Break
yeah, motherfucker
Yeah, you thought we forgot, huh?
Yeah, get a little money and moves out the neighborhood and shit
But you still ain't shit...

When you first start rhyming
It started off slow and then you start climbing
But it wasn't fast enough I guess
So you gave your other style a test
You was hardcore hip-hop
Now look at yourself, boy you done flip-flopped
Giving our music away to the mainstream
Don't you know they ain't down with the team
They just sent they boss over
Put a bug in your ear and now you crossed over
On mtv but they don't care
They'll have a new nigga next year
You out in the cold
No more white fans and no more soul
And you might have a heart attack
When you find out the black folks don't want you back
And you know what's worse?
You was just like the nigga in the first verse
Stop selling out your race
And wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face
Niggas always gotta show they teeth
Now I'm a be brief
Be true to the game

Break
yeah motherfucker
I see you got your fancy cars and shit
But you know what?
You still ain't shit
That's right, I caught you slipping
You know I could've gat you
Yeah, but I didn't even trip...

A message to the oreo cookie
Find a mirror and take a look, g
Do you like what you see?
But you're quick to point the finger at me
You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy
Black man can't be no yuppie
You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes
You don't associate with the negroes
You wanna be just like jack
But jack is calling you a nigga behind your back
So back off genius
I don't need you to correct my broken english
You know that's right
You ain't white
So stop holding your ass tight
Cause you can't pass
So why you keep trying to pass?
With your black ass
Mister big
But in reality, you're shorter than a midge
You only got yourself to blame
Get a grip, oreo and be true to the game

and ice cube practices what he preaches
He continues to live in south central los angeles
And he puts his money into projects that improve the neighborhood...

Be true to the game!

Ice cube:
Here's another day at the stoplight
I'm lookin in my mirror so I can see who can see me
South central is puttin ice cube to the test
With four brothas in the ss
Now, I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game layin in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never ever slippin I'm fully strapped
I grab my gat out the glove
Do these fools got a problem with me, or do they got love?
And when the light turn green, I don't bone out
I wanna see, what these black men are all about
Cuz if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm pluggin they super sport
First they get behind my ride
Then they switch lanes to the left side
I'm scopin out the one smokin indo'
Comin up fast, rollin down his window
He threw up a sign, I put away my nine
Fool, cuz I'm color blind

Threat:
Killa cali, the state where they kill
Over colors cuz brothas don't know the deal
And they'll cap you, not if they have to
But if they want to, first they might confront you
But every nigga on my block can't stop
And he won't stop and he don't stop
Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gangbang
And rookies ain't the only ones that drop
Some say the little locs are gettin a little too loc'ed
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
Say the wrong words then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird
Bust a u-turn, come back and get served, nigga
For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get
But wearin the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth split
It's a shame, but it ain't no thang to me
Cuz I slang these thangs like a g
It's on, is anybody killin for the summertime
I gotta get another nine, even though I'm colorblind

Kam:
I'm fresh outta county on bail
And no sooner do I get out, seems like I'm right back in jail
For some gang related activity
Cuz everyday, different fools try to get with me
For no more than a color or territory
Can't rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story
So what's left, the judge goes deaf
When you try to tell your side and you ain't blue eyed
Boy you better duck, cuz the book is comin'
And just hand your car keys over to your woman
Because it ain't no sunshine where you headed
And the shit'll drive you crazy if you let it
But now I got time to think
Because they hit me with everything but the kitchen sink
And I ain't even shed a tear
Cuz believe it or not, they got more love for me here
Now picture that, but on a black and white photograph
Cuz brothas, you don't know the half
On the streets I was damn near outta my mind
But ever since I've been down, I'm colorblind

WC:
Now here's the game plan, yo, at a quarter to nine
I was told to peel a cap on the other side
Yo, young and dumb and full of come up, a baby loc
I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain't no joke

Coolio:
Stable and able but I'm not ready and willin'
Cuz I'm only 13 and I ain't never did a killin'
Grabbed the a.k. and jumped in the g ride
Started up the bucket and headed for the other side

Wc:
Yo, spotted the enemies, now I'm on a creep tip
Hit the 5 dollar stick and I put in my clip

Coolio:
So, I jumped out the car and no matter what the cost
I had my mind set on sendin niggaz to harrisons ross

Wc:
Caught one from the back and I looked in his eyes
Thinkin should I peel his cap, or should I let him survive
Yo, I'm trapped in the plan designed by the other kind

Coolio:
I ain't contributin' to genocide (why? ) Cuz I was colorblind

King Tee:
Niggaz in the hood ain't changed
And I've finally figure out that we're not in the same gang
Cuz, I walk the alleys of compton with nowhere to turn
Every which way I get burned baby
Lou wears blue, big fred wears red
Put 'em together and we color 'em dead
Dead, dyin, gettin smoked like part of the fun
They get smoked just to show how many come to the funeral

J-dee(lench mob):
I understand how all my homeboys feel
Cuz I've been shot and to this day, I pack my steel
Cuz I was born in a certain territory
Where you don't talk only the streets tell stories
With blue and red bandanas on the street
And if you're slippin, you'll be six feet deep
Cuz me and t-bone, we pay it no mind
And for the rest of the mob, we stay color blind...

Could you tell me who released our animal instinct?
Got the white man sittin' there tickled pink.
Laughin' at us on the avenue
Bustin' caps at each other after havin' brew
We can't enjoy ourselves
Too busy jealous... of each other's wealth
Commin' up is just in me
But the black community is full of envy
Too much back-stabbin'
While I look up the street I see all the japs grabbin'
Every vacant lot in my neighborhood
Build a store, and sell their goods
To the county of sips (? )
You know us po niggas: nappy hair and big lips?
Four or five babies on your crotch
And you expect uncle sam to help us out?
We ain't nothin' but porchmonkeys
To the average bigot, redneck honky
You say comin' up is a must
But before we can come up, take a look at us

Verse two:

And all y'all dope-dealers...
Your as bad as the po-lice- cause ya kill us
You got rich when you started slangin' dope
But you ain't built us a supermarket
So when can spend our money with the blacks
Too busy buyin' gold an' caddilacs
That's what ya doin' with the money that ya raisin?
Exploitin' us like the caucasians did
For 400 years - I got 400 tears- for 400 peers
Died last year from gang-related crimes
That's why I got gang-related rhymes
But when I do a show ta kick some facts
Us blacks don't know how ta act
Sometimes I believe the hype, man
We're messin' up ourselves and blame the white man
But don't point the finger you jiggaboo
Take a look at yourself ya dumb nigga you
Pretty soon hip-hop won't be so nice
No ice cube, just vannilla ice
And y'all sit and scream and cus
But there's no one ta blame- but us

Verse three:

Us ... will always sing the blues
'cause all we care about is hairstyles and tennis shoes
But if ya step on mine ya pushed a button
"cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin'
Just like a beast
But I'm the first nigga ta holler out {peace, black man}
I beat my wife and children to a pulp
When I get drunk and smoke dope
Got a bad heart condition
Still eat hog-mogs an' chitlin's
Bet my money on the dice and the horses
Jobless, so I'm a hope for the armed forces
Go to church but they tease us
Wit? a picture of a blue-eyed jesus
They used to call me negro
After all this time I'm still bustin up the chiffarobe
No respect and didn't know it
And I'm havin' more babies than I really can afford
In jail 'cause I can't pay the mother
Held back in life because of my color
Now this is just a little summary
Of us, but y'all think it's dumb of me
To put a mirror to ya face, but trust
Nobody gives a fuck about...

"and now, the wonderous world of.."
"hey, come to los angeles!
You and your family can have peace and tranquility.
Enjoy the refinement.."
"hey bone, hey nigga where you at though? "
"hello, my name is elaine --
And I'll be your tour guide through south central los angeles"

[ice cube]
How to survive in south central (what you do? )
A place where bustin a cap is fundamental
No, you can't find the shit in a handbook
Take a close look, at a rap crook
Rule number one: get yourself a gun
A nine in your ass'll be fine
Keep it in your glove comparment
Cause jackers (yo) they love to start shit
Now if you're white you can trust the police
But if you're black they ain't nothin but beasts
Watch out for the kill
Don't make a false move and keep your hands on the steering wheel
And don't get smart
Answer all questions, and that's your first lesson
On stayin alive
In south central, yeah, that's how you survive

"hi this is elaine again.
Are you enjoying your stay in south central los angeles,
Or is somebody taking your things? have you witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
So you and your family can enjoy this tape, over and over again."
"this is los angeles." "this is los angeles."

[ice cube]
Rule number two: don't trust nobody
Especially a bitch, with a hooker's body
Cause it ain't nuttin but a trap
And females'll get jacked and kidnapped
You'll wind up dead
Just to be safe don't wear no blue or red
Cause most niggaz get got
In either l.a., compton or watts
Pissed-off black human beings
So I think you better skip the sight-seeing
And if you're nuttin but a mark
Make sure that you're in before dark
But if you need some affection mate
Make sure the bitch ain't a section eight
Cause if so that's a monkey-wrench hoe
And you won't survive in south central

"now you realize it's not all that it's cracked up to be.
You realize that it's fucked up!
It ain't nothin like the shit you saw on tv.
Palm trees and blonde bitches?
I'd advise to you to pack your shit and get the fuck on;
Punk motherfucker!"

And you need your ass straight smoked
Yo I wanna say whassup to dj chilly chill
Sir jinx, aiyyo cube these motherfuckers don't know what time it is
So show these motherfuckers what's happenin
Tell these motherfuckers, don't fuck around in south central
God damnit!

[ice cube]
Rule number three: don't get caught up
Cause niggaz are doing anything that's thought up
And they got a vice
On everything from dope, to stolen merchandise
We discern
Cause south central l.a., is one big yearn
Waitin for a brother like you to catch a disease
And start slangin ki's
To an undercover or the wrong brother
And they'll smother, a out of town motherfucker
So don't take your life for granted
Cause it's the craziest place on the planet
In l.a. heroes don't fly through the sky of stars
They live behind bars
So everybody's doin a little dirt
And it's the youngsters puttin in the most work
So be alert and stay calm
As you enter, the concrete vietnam
You say, the strong survive
Shit, the strong even die, in south central

Yeah you bitches, you think I forgot about your ass,
You tramp-ass hoes? you better watch out.
And for you so called baller-ass niggaz,
You know what time it is. south central ain't no joke.
Got to keep your gat at all times motherfuckers.
Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip God damnit.
You'll sho' get got, just like that.
This ain't no joke motherfuckers.
Now I wanna send a shout-out to e-dog, the engineer,
Puttin his two cents in..

"this is los angeles."

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

Now the taste of alcohol is filling up my bladder
What's the date and time it don't matter
Had a pocket full of phone numbers I was trying to sort
To make a long story short
Ran into this girl named carla
Knew her from the back seat of my homie's impala
She said what's up yeah what's the deal
Check the hairdo of course it ain't real
Then I looked down she was fat in the front
I asked how long, well about seven months
Oh how time flies when you're having fun
She said yeah but the damage is done
Where you been, on a little vacation
Oh by the way congratulations
Who's the lucky man? I don't have a clue
Then she said the lucky man is you
I dropped my brew
And everything looked fuzzy
Not a baby by you the neighborhood hussy
She said yeah remember that date
I thought back and tried to calculate
Then I said damn are you sure it's mine
Cause I know you been tossed plenty of times
She said that day no I wasn't whoring
Your ass is mine that's when the sweat started pouring
Cause all I saw was ice cube in court
Paying a gang on child support
Then I thought deep about giving up the money
What I need to do is kick the bitch in the tummy
Naw cause then I'd really get faded
That's murder one cause it was premeditated
So what I'm a do
I don't have a clue
How many months left damn only two
I'm gettin faded

No cigar, g
Ay yo homey man I'm getting faded

It's crazy cause before I could sleep with her
I had to duck and dodge and try to creep with her
See the booty and the front was all in place
But the girl had the pitbull face
So we ran jumped drove swam crawled hid
Oh lord God forbid
My homies see me at the motel
Cause those fools would love to just go tell
Everybody in the hood that knows your rep
So jump in the back seat and quiet is kept
And hold your big fat butt steady
Cause yo hoe I got the paper bag ready
She started moaning and gobbling like a turkey
I knocked the boots from here to albuquerque
I dropped her off man and I'm knowing
That I'm a hate myself in the morning
I got drunk to help me forget
Yo another day another hit shit
I'm gettin faded

Ay yo you know what time it is

Nine months later she's ready to drop the load
And everybody in the hood already knows
It's supposed to be mine so they laughing at me
You know ice cube can't be having that g
I'm thinking to myself why did I bang her
Now I'm in the closet looking for the hanger
Jd and jinx and t-bone won't let up they won't shut up
I'm gettin fed up bitch
Cause I know you're tryin to break me
But if I find out your tryin to fake me
I'm a buff that duff for a hoot
Beat ya down and leave a crown or two
That night she went into labor
And the shit is getting kinda major
The baby came out damn it was a lifesaver
Looking like my next-door neighbor
She said it was mine that was her best guess
But let's check the results of the blood test
I started smiling yeah cause it read negative
Damn why did I let her live?
After that I should've got the gat
And bust and rushed and illed and peeled the cap
But no I just told the hoe who laid me
Excuse me bitch it's a switch
You can't fade me

Naw baby not this way
Yo you ain't playing ice cube out like no booger
I don't fall for the okey-doke
And before I fall for the okey-doke
I let the pistol smoke
Now sing it
Yeah baby you can't fade me
Naw unfadable baby

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!

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

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

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...

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?

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*

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.

One two three and I come with the wicked
style and you know that I’m from the wicked
crew act like you knew
cos I got everybody jumpin to the voodoo
Pick it wicked rhymes picket signs
While me and the mob gotta truck full of 9’s]
Play ya and I’ll slay ya
I got thug made dough by the hey a
Ready to BUCK BUCK BUCK and it’s a must
to DUCK DUCK DUCK before I bust
Lookin for the one that did it
but like En Vogue, no you’re never gonna get it
Cos I’m the one with the fat mad skills
and I won’t choke like the Buffalo Bills
Sittin at the pad just chillin
cos Larry Parker just got two million, oh what a feelin
So shake that nigga and pass me the pill
and I’ll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O’Neal
Like it, dig it, maybe and watch that ??? ???
Kick it cos I get wicked

Chorus: (some toaster, once again won’t translate to avoid offending)

Verse 2:

Won’t say nuttin, just listen
Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison
Come my way and get served
Still got a duece that’ll bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin
Never seen with a happy grin
Show the fat foul cos I’m down
Take a look around
and all you see is big black boots steppin
Use my steel toe as a weapon
Kick ya and flip ya, now they want to
label this nigga, tape with the sticker
Kickin out girls that’s nicety
Yo, I gotta body count like Ice-T
From here to New York
I get skins and ain’t talkin bout pork
Swine, pig, dick
Listen to the flow of a so-called negro
who didn’t know I was funky as Wilson Pickett
Dig it cos I get wicked

Chorus

Verse 3:

People wanna know how come
I gotta gat and I’m lookin out the window like Malcolm
Ready to bring that noise
Kinda trigger happy like the *?guitar boys?*
April 29th was power to the people
and we might just see a sequel
cos police got equal pay
A horse is a pig that don’t fly straight
Doin Darryl Gates but is Willie Williams
down with the pilgrims
Just a super slave
We’ll have to break his ass up like Super Dave
I’m wicked enough to board this
Cos now it’s on to the fullest
Gorilla straight from the mist
But I don’t miss when it comes to this
Bring the yellow tape
The white cape, cos I’m so straight
Thru with the picket signs, take his job and stick it
Bigot, cos I get wicked

It's on like Donkey Kong
You wanted that fast buck
now I gotta light that ass up
The nigga with the big fat trigger
Don't test me, gravedigger had to take a swig
of the ST, remember the time we first met up
You threw your set up now you gotta get wet up
BOOM! PING! BUCK! POW!
Now who's that nigga with the diff'rent style?
Uhh, ya wanted ta trip
It's all about the clip and who can empty it
First mate, they made day AK
and I'll Kurtis Blow ya ass away like AJ
I'm almost certain I'm put on the hurtin
Bitch, it's curtains!
Locced in my motherfuckin head
Gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared
You in danger, Mr Gangbanger
It ain't cool to take nappy from a stranger
Wit'cha drive-by's it took time to catch ya
but now I gotta wet'cha

Chorus:

Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha)
Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha)
I'm comin ta get'cha (get'cha)
You better hope I don't catch ya (catch ya)
(You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger
(You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger

S-I-M-I
Valley for the KKK, rally
A place on the map where the order is
4 devils can beat up a motorist
and get nothin but a slap on the wrist
Gorillas, gorillas report to the mist
The fist of fury and I'ma shove em
Motherfuck the jury and who ever love em
Why you have to leave it to Beaver?
Now I'm chasin Beaver' ass with a cleaver
With the swing, swing, swing and chop, chop, chop
Get them on, nigga
cos tonight we're havin chopped liver
And I'ma cut out'cha heart
Start the fryin pan for the devil a'la carte
Twelve motherfuckers ya better be glad I never
met'cha
Cos I'm gonna wet'cha

Chorus

Now wet motherfuckers are bloody
Cos a bullet'll mould your ass like silly putty
right into shape
A hollow point'll run up in ya like ya got weight
Comin out'cha back, Mr Mack
Now they got yo' guts in a sack
Use to have ya crew real fat in a huddle
now you're wet in a puddle, here is the Ice Cube
rebuttle
You ain't gotta chance, cos even if my bullet just
glance
Ya still wet your pants
So what'cha wanna do when I got'cha ass point blank
Ya guaranteed to spank
Stiff as a board, ya floored
Go meet the Lord and then get ignored
Cos you're on your way to hell and that I can
bet'cha
That's why I had to wet'cha

Chorus

(You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger
*repeat to fade*