Ice Cube - Death Certificate (2003) by Ice Cube (보컬) on maniadb.com

[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."