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[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] |
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"ain't nobody talkin when I'm talkin fellas so shut the fuck up!"
{slick rick sample repeats in background: "and who the fuck are you? "} [ice cube] Ohh.. steppin up in my motherfuckin uhh.. Chuck taylors, knick kickers, wallabee's, ? ? On my ass I got the umm.. um.. khakis, 501's On my back I got the uhh.. sweatshirt You know, with the fat three creases Uhh, my t-shirt, slingshot, uhh.. khaki shirt Umm, and I got the k-cutter, in my, in my pocket Uhh, got the afro, the braids Motherfuckin uhh, rollers "you got to believe, somethin.." And I just ask my motherfuckin self, uhh "i got to believe in me.." {"and who the fuck are you? "} {"and who the fuck are you? "} [ice cube] To g or not to g, is the question And like smith told wesson I'm shady with the .380 old school diploma I'll leave that ass in a coma, so If you got a herringbone, welcome to the terrordome Two-eleven, sorry reverend Oh my god, gettin robbed Reach for the small, "atomic dog" Hard to swallow, janky as rollo Count to ten, and don't try to follow Cause just like waco, I can take fo' -- -- atf, to they death Bust a left on western, go and get a room Don't want to be a felon like stacey koon Get the right bitch, hit the light switch, here we go Tap that ass like this - really doe "you got to believe, somethin.." West side lench mob "i got to believe in me.." Cause I'm a motherfuckin g Cause I'm a mother-fuckin.. {"and who the fuck are you? "} [ice cube] Thirty in a holdin tank, catch the vapors Make me a pillow out of toilet paper Concrete bench kickin off the hemorrhoids Ese's deep, don't fuck with dem boys Phone check, co-llect call from the baller Her mama said please don't call her Do-wah-diddy, far from +new jack city+ Seen one of my peers, "what the fuck you doin in here? " He said, "one-eighty-seven on the enemy" And they treat me like I just shot a kennedy! Deputy bitch thinks she's the queen bee Ink on my thumb, index, and pinky "sir, what set you from? " play dumb "general popu-la-tion" Mama put your house up, and I can bounce up Out this motherfucker, that's why I love ya Out like a boss, with a half-pint of sauce Got the shit sewed up like betsy ross What a friend know? buy some indo Never fuck with a silly ho - really doe "you got to believe, somethin.." Really doe, bitch "i got to believe in me.." Cause I'm a motherfuckin g God damn I'm a motherfuckin g "you got to believe, somethin.." Yup, that's right "i got to believe in me.." Cause I'm a motherfuckin g God damn I'm a.. {"and who the fuck are you? "} Knock you out like nyquil, I'll kill you quick You sucker-for-love-ass trick So don't run up, wit ya gun up Cause I got the back breaker, double pump rump shaker Cause we can play hookie in the aqua boogie With concrete nikes, ya gets no stripes Livin unforgiven with the mic on And punks runnin like roaches with the light on And that's all the shit I'm startin Bust a cap (ka-kow-pow) like jerome on martin You lookin for a punk with benefits Cause you got a baby, that take many shits And you know I got a grip like a baby on a tit Scopin hopin, thighs open But I kick back, six-pack, and hit the phillie slow Hooker hoe - really doe "you got to believe, somethin.." Ice cube, yup "i got to believe in me.." Cause I'm a motherfuckin g God damn I'm a motherfuckin g "you got to believe, somethin.." Really doe - west side "i got to believe in me.." Cause I'm a motherfuckin g Motherfuckin o, motherfuckin g "you got to believe, somethin.." East side "i got to believe in me.." {"and who the fuck are you? "} {"and who the fuck are you? "} "you got to believe, somethin.." South.. side "i got to believe in me.." Cause I'm a motherfuckin g G, g, g, motherfuckin g "you got to believe, somethin.." North side "i got to believe in me.." {"and who the fuck are you? "} {"and who the fuck are you? "} "you got to believe, somethin.." "i got to believe in me.." {"and who the fuck are you? "} |
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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 |
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[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 |
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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.) |
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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) |
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| 4:40 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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| 4:46 |
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| 4:46 |
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| 4:23 |
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[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 |
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