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Yeah
Every hood's the same Every hood's the same Come on They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us I'm from the land of the gang bang Since I was little, ain't a god damn thang changed It's the same ol' same Bush run shit like Saddam Hussein I cock and aim, clinically insane To deal with this bullshit day to day If I sell some yay or smoke some hay You bitches wanna throw me up in Pelican's Bay Call me an animal up in the system But who's the animal that built this prison? Who's the animal that invented lower living? The projects, thank god for Russell Simmons Thank god for Sugarhill I'm putting a different kind of steel up to my grill Y'all know what it is, scared for your own kids How these little niggas taken over showbiz They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us It's Boyz n the Hood, it's toys in the hood Y'all wanna know why it's noise in the hood Cause there's drugs in the hood, thugs in the hood Nigga killed a crip and a blood in the hood for real 'Cause when niggas get tribal It's all about survival, nobody liable I got caught by five-o Grandmama came to court with her bible But when the judge hit the gavel Now I'm too far from my family to travel I just came unraveled Socked the D.A. before I got gaffled Owned by C.A., state property Just like the year fifteen fifty three Looking for me, a one-way ticket out Don't understand, what's so hard to figure out? They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us Damn, I can't take the pressure Pulled the four-four up out the dresser Grabbed the weight up out the closet Po-po coming but I'm scared to toss it Y'all know what happened last time I lost it Can't tell you niggas what the fuckin' boss did The game got a nigga exhausted Gotta go for the big bargain they offered Twenty years for what? Breaking these laws that's so corrupt Taking these halls and fillin' 'em up Some powder keg shit that's about to erupt Ay y'all, I'm about to be stuck Until the year two thousand, what the fuck? In the hood, don't press your luck Cause these motherfuckers will set you up, word up They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us Every hood's the same Every hood's the same Every hood's the same Every hood's the same Every hood's the same Stop trippin' on it Every hood's the same Every hood's the same Every hood's the same Every hood's the same |
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Ice Cube muthafucker
West coast muthafucker George Bush, George Clinton, Bill Clinton Chris Farley, Chris Rock, Bob Marley Rick James, knew how to throw a party "Smoke some weed!" Snoop Dogg, all the way to Cheech Chong Cypress Hill, Robert Downey hit the bong Ricky Williams, fuck how Miami feelin "Smoke some weed!" This is West coast nigga thinkin' California quicksand got a nigga sinkin' I can give a fuck what you niggas drinkin' "Smoke some weed!" This is West coast nigga thinkin' California quicksand got a nigga sinkin' I can give a fuck what you bitches drinkin' "Smoke some weed!" If you a baller, nigga I'm a hall of famer Lion tamer, with two fo'-5th flamers Understand, that yo' life's in danger Didn't your mama, tell you not to talk to strangers Little nigga, I'm the Hillside Strangler Have a banger, callin for the Lone Ranger Most rappers, they wanna fuck sangers I'm a nigga, that wanna bone T'Penga G4, pull it up out the hanger A little somethin, to fuel you niggas anger The swine, I'm your face rearranger In a mansion cause Jesus born in a manger Muthafucker, belong on Jerry Spranger I'm a gangsta, up in your CD changer I'll gank ya, for 20 bucks then I'll thank ya Police, still get the middle fanger This is West coast nigga thinkin' California quicksand got a nigga sinkin' I can give a fuck what you niggas drinkin' "Smoke some weed!" This is West coast nigga thinkin' California quicksand got a nigga sinkin' I can give a fuck what you bitches drinkin' "Smoke some weed!" Lilttle niggas, don't try this at home Mama in the bathroom, leave her ass alone Cause she probably takin' chronic straight to the dome Go play you little fucker, stop bein grown Dave Chappelle, 50 million and a throne With a big Zulu bitch, nigga gettin' blown Watch your tone, if your wear Coppertone Go back to Africa used to be a theme song I'm in the zone, do anybody got a zone I ain't your papa, but daddy is a rolling stone Youse a clone, who don't know the shit you on Unless it's on, a ringtone I'm in ?, with two bottles of Patron You need a loan, to fuck with the Family Stone Nigga go on, tell 'em Ice Cube is home Gorilla niggas, here come King Kong This is West coast nigga thinkin' California quicksand got a nigga sinkin' I can give a fuck what you niggas drinkin' "Smoke some weed!" This is West coast nigga thinkin' California quicksand got a nigga sinkin' I can give a fuck what you bitches drinkin' "Smoke some weed!" Ice Cube muthafucker West coast muthafucker "Smoke some weed!" |
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Buucker, I'll beat yo' bad ass
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings Nothin' but my children one shot they disappearin' Ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings Nothin' but my children one shot they disappearin' Bitch niggas still wanna check my urine Still can't believe what you see and what you're hearin' You motherfuckers thought you knew the whole story Until your mama took a nigga on Maury Read your test results, are you the father? I looked at his bitch ass told him don't bother I'm the father of this gangsta shit Never thought that I have a bunch of bastard kids Lil' bad ass kids, I whoop they ass every night Send the paramedics, bitch, and the black and white I brought you in this world, I'll take you out Do you ugly, so mama can't make you out You know my style a colt file a report I'm a dead beat daddy, no child support You get fooled like the last trick, get it out your ass You know my pyroclastic flow, come on Ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings Nothin' but my children one shot they disappearin' Ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings Nothin' but my children one shot they disappearin' You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch Ya'll niggas know, ya'll bitches know Where you get it from, who's the original You got your daddy's mouth talk like a criminal Keep it gangsta son, never get pigeon holed Rap bastards tryin' to make a classic Keep your dumb ass out of the casket 'Cause intercope'll spend your money, they don't give a fuck About a dead rapper, nigga they'll chop it up keep it movin' y'all, they'll come mop it up Corrupt LAPD cover up Everyday nigga, we know drama They ain't lookin' for Osama, ask Biggie's mama Thank God that the gangsta's back We ain't got to put up with this brainless rap May your lungs collapse, MCs are funny All you can rap about is pussy and money, come on Ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings Nothin' but my children one shot they disappearin' Ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings Nothin' but my children one shot they disappearin' You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch All y'all rappers should kiss and make up Take your bullshit jewelry back to Jacob Get your mind right nigga and start to wake up 'Cause the whole rap industry needs to shake up You got million dollar niggas killin' million dollar niggas Bustin' outta Bentleys, wearin' chinchillas There you go again rollin' in your limo Comin' from the Grammy's shootin' out the window I know the scripture, but there's something wrong with this picture What you mad about, diamonds all in your mouth No car, no niggas house paid off I never heard of a rapper gettin' laid off Boy, you a fool or you just act crazy Or you a grown crack baby born in the eighties To all you motherfuckers say I went Hollywood I'm gangsta, I know when I got it good Ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings Nothin' but my children one shot they disappearin' Ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings Nothin' but my children one shot they disappearin' You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch You want child support Get it out your ass, bitch Young rappers lookin' for pocket change With boo-boo lyrics, go get your diper change Young rappers lookin' for pocket change With boo-boo lyrics, go get your diper change Smell like shit Hey baby, change this motherfucker You smell like shit |
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"Thinkin about what he gon' do now"
"Ri-ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" "Gangster" "Ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" "Ri-ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" "Gangster" "Ride through the hood, ride through the hood" "Ri-ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" "Ri-ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" "Ri-ri-ri-ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" "Gangster" "Low, low to the, l-l-low to the ground" [Chorus: Ice Cube] You see my lo' lo' Doin' what it 'pose to do And that fo' do' Doin what it 'pose to do You know my big watch Doin what it 'pose to do I make the bitches watch Doin what it 'pose to do I see that big ass Doin what it 'pose to do When you walk pass Doin what it 'pose to do You know my shit shine Doin what it 'pose to do I make the bitch mind Doin what it 'pose to do [Ice Cube] Had to come through, shine on you niggas Stop lyin' on a nigga, you got my nine on your liver (click clack) Fuck around and go blind on a nigga Do time for a nigga, put your mind on your mirror All you niggas that's materialistic Don't fuck wit'cha boy or become a statistic Ice Cube is very artistic But I'm still from the hood, will take your existence So muh'fuckers tryin' to scratch my paint It's West coast in the house, what the fuck you thank? [echoes] I'm big bank guy, spent on my outfit 'Cause I'm fly and your ass ain't about shit I let that bullshit do what it 'pose to do Go to the club, grab me a hoe or two Understand, God has a chosen few Fuck around, and I'll put some holes in you [Chorus] You see my lo' lo' Doin' what it 'pose to do And that fo' do' Doin what it 'pose to do You know my big watch Doin what it 'pose to do I make the bitches watch Doin what it 'pose to do I see that big ass Doin what it 'pose to do When you walk pass Doin what it 'pose to do You know my shit shine Doin what it 'pose to do I make the bitch mind Doin what it 'pose to do [Ice Cube] Now e'ry muh'fucker in here bitchin', we rollin' In that big body wide thang, a nigga patrollin' Y'all jealous of the ass that a nigga be holdin' Ain't scared of the po' po' and what they patrollin? Gotta job muh'fucker, I work for myself I got benefits bitch, dental and health I do it 24/7, I rob 7-11 If I had to, I take it straight back to heaven +Witta Attitude+, I got the Range blowed out So if you jack me homey, I never jump out No! I just tickle these switches and tickle these bitches That's lickin all on my paint job like liquorish I know a lotta dances, they call me Jolly Ranchers 'Cause I shine like Rudolph, nigga fuck Prancer! Ice Cube, reflect like chrome When I'm in the hood, I run it like Rome [Chorus] You see my lo' lo' Doin' what it 'pose to do And that fo' do' Doin what it 'pose to do You know my big watch Doin what it 'pose to do I make the bitches watch Doin what it 'pose to do I see that big ass Doin what it 'pose to do When you walk pass Doin what it 'pose to do You know my shit shine Doin what it 'pose to do I make the bitch mind Doin what it 'pose to do [Ice Cube] Call her ass right there, she got that kush And I'm a run all through it like Reggie Bush And I'm a hit that bush like George Bush In the middle of the night like a crook Don't fuck with her, her ass is average Only fuck with the ones with the whole package Who gives a fuck if yo' ass look good If yo' ass can't cook good, that's on the hood [echoes] Fine bitches, you shit out of luck 'Cause I'm prolly gon' eat more than I fuck [echoes] You got do it all, not just send them all Cook and cleaning, love a nigga's shitty drawers Naw, I'll keep you flossin up at Ready Tellers The kinda shit that make them other bitches jealous Pull up, jump out, I'm like new money And watch the bees in the house come and get the honey [Chorus] "Ri-ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" [Cube:] Yeah "Ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" [Cube:] Show out "Ri-ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" [Cube:] Show out "Ride through the hood, ride through the hood" [Cube:] Nigga, I'ma show out "Ri-ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" [Cube:] Show out "Ri-ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" [Cube:] Show out "Ri-ri-ri-ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" [Cube:] Show out nigga, show out "Low, low to the, l-l-low to the ground" [Cube:] Show out |
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[Ice Cube]
Uh-huh, understand this I don't give a fuck about what y'all talkin' about I ain't tryin' to hear none of that shit Nigga I'm a do what I wanna do When I wanna do it, how I wanna do it And you better hope I don't do it to you Now, I don't care what you got to say I don't care what they got to say Nigga I'm grown Let me tell you a little somethin' about me I was born not to give a fuck, wanna drink, get your cup Turn it up, throw it up, take the world, blow it up Somebody slow it up, roll it up, smoke it up My own can't keep me from loc'n up One ear out the other, one man out to smother The neighborhood, that left me here without my brother You undercovers and you dirty muthafuckers In the hood, that still fuck without rubbers Club hop, bar hop, car shop, nail shop To the mall, spend it all, why not What bills, what rent, don't know what's spent Why you care, do you work for the government? [Chorus] Fuck it homey, I'm a laugh now and cry later Get your paper we can laugh now and cry later All you players you can laugh now and cry later Investigators let you laugh now and cry later [Ice Cube] See I'm a product of this urban decay A nigga dyin' for tomorrow, but live for today A nigga lie steal and borrow, and cheating's okay Don't you tell these muthafuckers that my name is O'Shea Cause I'm a look up my baby's credit, let him regret it 7 months old he's already got a jail record I'm the one to blame, put it in my mama name She's not a drama queen, but I got the bling bling I need the watch and the bracelet and the earrings I need you all to show up at my hearings Tell the judge I'm a nice guy, good guy And I'm a play the sad face when he look nigga [Chorus] Fuck it homey, I'm a laugh now and cry later Get your paper we can laugh now and cry later All you players you can laugh now and cry later Investigators let you laugh now and cry later [Interlude: repeat 2X] "The number you are calling was lost, and cannot be called back" "Your last call return service" [Ice Cube] It's fucked-up, that y'all won't answer my calls Tell mom, at least she can send some drawers These walls, make y'all forget about me I'm comin home, in 2033 But that's irrelevant, did you get the mail I sent What I tell a bitch, you better stay celibate She start lyin' to me, tell me who she ain't fuckin' Never tell me that my homeboys ain't nothin' Bun in the oven, it belong to my cousin Got the nerve, to tell me that you really love me What? I'm a get the ass when a nigga make parole Hit her with my cane, cause a nigga gray and old [Chorus] Fuck it homey, I'm a laugh now and cry later Get your paper we can laugh now and cry later All you players you can laugh now and cry later Investigators let you laugh now and cry later [Outro: Ice Cube] Man, it ain't right man Y'know y'all ain't doin me right man A nigga tryin' to do right man Y'know I'm tryin to change my life man, y'know? I done found the Lord while I'm in here, y'know? I I'm tryin to do right now, I mean Y'know I'm sorry for everythang That I, I I mean y'know That's fucked-up how y'all doin me man Y'all niggas could at least send me somethin "Alright, first four guys, let's go... lock it up." |
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Ice Cube yeah!
Callin' from a California state penitentiary Let me out this muthafucker We got over two million muthafuckers locked up Let me out this muthafucker Stop snitchin' Now how many MC's must get booed Before somebody say don't fuck with Cube you know! I'll strip you in your living room Face down, paralyzed from the waist down I'm a buckin' clown, but don't fuck around Doin movies now, but I'll lay you down South Central style, pull them thangs out Don't make a millionare have to send you there You know the story of the tortoise nigga and the hare Nigga run nigga run never get there I'm a walk, fuck a bitch when I get there Nigga this a marathon, ask Farrakhan Fuck the cemetery that I'm buried on fuck 'em The blood of Ice Cube got to carry on forever Forever what the fuck are they yellin'? "Gangsta Gangsta," stop tellin ... stop snitchin' You can have whatever you want In the hood, it's do's and don't's So when it get hot in this kitchen Stop snitchin, nigga stop snitchin Microphone master, super rhyme maker Gun blaster, who's the life taker Who? Who the fuck is a lifetime Laker? I slap the Maybeline off Tammy Faye Baker Who the fuck got more than an acre? In Los Angeles I got to have paper I'm a nigga, don't talk to my neighbors Straight ass----, always up in Vegas Lay it out for these niggas to follow Get the point, but these points is hollow Now this here, is hard to swallow But if you do it's like hittin' the lotto Little nigga with big bravado Hit the throttle niggas hit the bottle Can give a fuck if they life is hollow Where the fuck was you, when I rocked the Apollo, bitch? Ay, who put this thing together? Me, that's who Who I trust? Who I trust? Me, that's who! Nigga, nigga, nigga, can't you see Somehow your words incarcerate me Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee Lock me up in my prime, Alex Mohammad Get out whip your ass like Alex Mohammad Rumble in the Jungle, nigga don't play Dumbo In the hood nigga known as Columbo Get the people on the phone, tell the jumble Spit fluid and swear he didn't do it Got my bottom bitch locked up with Martha Stewart She say she had the hoe cookin deep dish She say Martha fuckin' cook fish and eat fish Westside y'all niggas got to peep this That's your weakness, can't keep a secret Don't say shit, boy that's basic They want to send a nigga back to the slave ship Stop snitchin' You can have whatever you want In the hood, it's do's and don't's So when it get hot in this kitchen Stop snitchin, nigga stop snitchin You can have whatever you choose But out here, it's don't's and do's So after we finish this mission Stop snitchin, nigga stop snitchin'. Okay, okay. One two, in the place to be You rockin with Ice Cube, and the homies Busta Rhymes and Swizz Beatz. One two, in the place to be You rockin with Ice Cube, and the homies Busta Rhymes and Swizz Beatz. One two, in the place to be You rockin with Ice Cube, and the homies Busta Rhymes and Swizz Beatz. One two, in the place to be You rockin with Ice Cube, and the homies Busta Rhymes and Swizz Beatz. Keep your fuckin' mouth shut man. |
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| 4:00 |
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Whattup it's the big boss Dogg
Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C. And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube And I'm C-walkin on the motherfuckin concrete [Intro: Ice Cube] Yo if you're fucked up, put your cups up Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, nigga what's up Saying he's a gangster, I'm a hustler Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya [Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)] I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend (YEAH!) 'Crunk Juice' nigga run the club that you in (HEY!) You scary motherfuckers don't wanna bring the ruckus (NAH!) You just spend all your time in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?) And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!) In the hood, all the way down South (YEAH!) I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth bitch (Mike Jones) We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin Look at Mr. Jackson, nigga with no reaction If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts That don't work, we'll put you in the dirt Cause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (hey) Lyrics full of steroids, niggaz paranoid (hey) And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up When you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no nuts [Chorus 2X: Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)] If you a scared motherfucker go to church (GO TO CHURCH) If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A DO YOUR DIRT) If you a down motherfucker put in work (A PUT IN WORK) IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!) [Snoop Dogg] Click clackin, pistol-packin, Crip raggin folio Who the only nigga in the club with the toolio You ain't know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is 'Is that Coolio?' Naw bitch, let me in Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors & rappers Hang out with kidnappers and jackers Make money off crackers; can you imagine how I keep shit crackin? It's the big boss Dogg I'm back in action and smashin I flash with the bling I sur-pass the supreme You don't really wanna have a clash with my team I mix hash with the green I'm the, last of the kings If I got a bitch with me she got ass in them jeans Rollin through yo' neighborhood, my Cadillac so clean Servin all you suckers cause you all dopefiends Just like that dopeman, nigga what's up? You run up with that bullshit I'll fuck yo' ass up [Chorus] [Lil Jon: repeat 2X] You scared, you scared You scared motherfucker you scared You scared (you scared) you scared (you scared) You scared motherfucker you scared (you scared) [Chorus] [Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)] It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH) Three for the pussy, fo' for the glow (HEY) Five for the rookies, six for the pros (NAH) Seven for the numbers of them fuckin zeroes (WHAT?) Eight for haters, nine for the cause Ten for my niggaz, behind big bars (HEY) Fuck these devils, and they laws (YEAH!) Never question the size of Ice Cube's balls |
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[Man #1:]
Plex adventured across young north pole Where off in the tach by teenage members of a new gang called The Spook Hunters Roll of a hand full of other gangs active at this time It was only natural for all these newest resedents to respond in kind. [Man #2:] As white attack started to increase their new mid-19 40's And the late 19 40's and black started to organize their clubs Really as a defensive magnesm and the boss man and the business man And the snideal boys and all these clubs in South Ballet Really were just sort of defending themselves again So I finally step is coming from Honey to Park and South Gate. [Man #1:] Well then why isn't the black panthers in Los Angeles? You said they'd be in another blade to a generation of black teenagers With witness many other role models accacinated through out the 1960's. [Man #3:] What I'm sayin' is so many words they should've let the panthers went on Because if I would not be no personal blood. [Ice Cube:] Yeah. You know what? Come on. Yeah. |
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| 3:55 |
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[Ice Cube]
Ha ha, that's my shit Turn it up [echoes] Uhh, yeah I hear a beat like this, and think about growin up House parties, with gangbangers showin up Represent your hood, everybody throw it up They say Cube get on the mic, nigga blow it up I used to lyrical, political But now you want it sugarcoated like cereal First I met Dre, then I met Yella (yessir) Dr. Dre made me rap acapella Me and Jinx did a show at Dudo's {?} With K-Dee, I think it was two shows Then Dre introduced me to E Cruisin down the street in his red Jeep He said, yo niggas we should flip it like this Cause them Boyz N the Hood like the gangsta shit I put the pen to the pad, young nigga was raw And told the world how we felt about the law It was real [Chorus 2X: samples + (Cube)] I see the happiness (all day every day) I see the pain Where am I (growin up in the hood) Back down memory lane [Ice Cube] Oh shit, it's B.W.! Them niggas on tour and they comin our way Little one is still tucked away In that trailer park, just bumpin our tape Jerry Heller tried to make his escape I had to bounce, while other niggas got raped Same niggas turned around and said fuck me No fuck you cause I'm down with Chuck D And I'm 'bout to do a movie up, a classic When I hit the screen, nigga it was magic Never thought I'd see Eazy in a casket Thanks for everythang, that's on everythang I learned a lot of game from you I like your son, he got his name from you I tell him everythang that he need to know If he ask my advice, I won't think twice homey [Chorus: samples + (Cube)] I see the happiness (all day every day) I see the pain Where am I (growin up in the hood) Back down memory lane [Ice Cube] From Boyz N the Hood , to XXX 2 Everybody wanna know my next move Fans all around say "We love you Cube!" I wanna take time to say I love you too I love all my fans cause they know I'm a man And not a little boy or some fuckin play toy A lot of niggas say I grew up on you And let me know if anybody fuck wit you Cause you talk a lot of shit about the red, black & blue And how they treat a nigga called Katrina, did you see her White folks worry 'bout them fuckin misdemeanor While black people dyin in that God damn arena Just because I'm actin nigga never stop rappin It's in my blood homey, I'ma keep the party crackin Money keep stackin 'til they put me in a casket Who you think you fuckin wit? Here's another classic [Chorus: samples + (Cube)] I see the happiness (all day every day) I see the pain Where am I (growin up in the hood) Back down memory lane [Ice Cube] I'm Ruthless, I'm Ruthless.. Street Knowledge.. Lench Mob.. Westside.. Uhh.. [Chorus - 1/2] samples + (Cube)] I see the happiness (all day every day) I see the pain Where am I (growin up in the hood) Back down memory lane |
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| 3:11 |
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[Ice Cube]
Yeah, yo, check it Turn me up a little bit, on the mic [Chorus] I flip shit for gangbang niggas I talk shit for insane niggas I got a clip for you strange niggas (Click clack, get back, 'fore you niggas feel that) [repeat Chorus] [Ice Cube] Understand, I come from South Central Muthafuckers don't know what I been through I keep my muthafuckin heat in my igloo And it's lookin for some meat it can get through Fuck with me, there will be agony In these streets, it will be a tragedy Can't you see, it ain't no fag in me If it was I woulda joined the Academy [Chorus] Click clack, get back, 'fore you niggas feel that [4X] [Ice Cube] Get back, y'all better get the fuck back I never take shit from rappers I turn them, muthafuckers into cadavers (Ka-plow!) I'm fuckin' mo', niggas than Napster Cause youse a trick and your Ghost Rider is Casper I heard you lost on Fear Factor Cause you couldn't swallow deez nuts, big as a tractor You dumb bitch, think I'm an actor And a nigga couldn't get close enough to slap her Ice Cube, understand it's real I'm the nigga of steel, got you Killin at Will Got my nigga a deal, he tried to fuck me and steal I love the nigga but he now feelin the chill It's West coast (West coast) East coast (East coast) South side (South side) worldwide (worldwide) North side (North side) let's ride (let's ride) Let's do it 'til God and the devil collide, come on! [Chorus] Click clack, get back, 'fore you niggas feel that [4X] [Ice Cube] Y'all better get the fuck back. [Chorus] |
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| 4:11 |
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[Ice Cube]
I love chrome and paint, lookin for some motherfuckin corners to bank West coast what the fuck you thank? Everybody here off weed and drank (everybody) Before you check my rims When you leave the parking lot, check ya limbs You better check ya friends and see if ya baby momma left with them Blacks and Mexicans ? stop all that bullshit in the pen Understand that is us verse them They can give a fuck if we sink or swim They give us guns and drugs then wonder why in the fuck we thugs I got to show my ass to thank these motherfuckers for my past In South Central, Los Angeles ? Grandmama smoke cannabis Granddaughter wanna dance and shit, her own momma can't stand the bitch [Hook: Ice Cube] ? repeat 2X If you fuckin up, pray to the game lord Wanna bust a nut? Pray to the game lord Nigga get ya cup, pray to the game lord You can throw it up, pray to the game lord [Ice Cube] I love where I from, hungry ass niggaz better get you some Smart ass niggaz play dumb Y'all can't fuck with the city I run If I snap my fingers, better curl up just like a fetus I hope you know Jesus because if you don't, boy you will see us Where? Up in your house, two double barrels up in your mouth You got some 'splainin to do and don't get the line 'cause we aiming at you (Ewww!) It's a doggy dog world baby, you a nut and I'ma squirrel baby Can I get ya in my world baby? Can ya grease my Jheri curl baby? Did you flip yo' wig to let Michael Jackson baby sit yo' kids? That nigga old as hell They need to throw the motherfuckin momma in jail Let 'em know [Hook] ? repeat 2X [Break] ? repeat 2X Fuck wit this if you want to, the game lord will punish you Punish us if we ain't true, to the game like we 'pose to [Ice Cube] I'm the game lord, y'all come now Casanova niggaz, got the sun down Run down every hoe that wanna go shoppin Get they kids, take 'em to the mall, buy 'em somethin Are you a gentleman? Big bear wit a nigga named Gentle Ben Ladies, he'll be yo' friend Wait for the cable guy - even let him in Not me, I won't flex or bend just 'cause a hoe promise me some trim You better get wit the rest of them 'cause can't none of y'all even fuck wit Kim Some niggaz was born wit hoe in 'em I was put on this Earth to spit ism And I shall return like it's written And slay all the suckers who be sippin [Hook] ? repeat 2X |
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| 16. |
| 3:28 |
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| 17. |
| 4:13 |
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[Ice Cube]
Yeah, Steal The Show baby [Ice Cube] I'm a have to ride the ride the ride Til' I find a girl to slip inside Ice Cube aint never been shot Aint never got got, up in the parking lot South Central here comes the presidential Pull up jump out the lowrider A real lyricist nigga fuck a ghostrider Dance baby I'm your provider Yous a fly girl bitch I'm a spider I'm on that ass like please leave me alone A few drinks you like please follow me home I just hope you aint 5150 Thats a crazy hoe even though she pretty Ice Cube only one el loco With the volco put your ass in a chold hold Stone cold oh yeah fuck the Broncos Raider down, everybody better lay it down Think im P.G. you must got a squeegy Are you crazy, down since eazy [Chorus] Work that pussy across the flo' Shake that body, Steal The Show Ice Cube bitch I'm about to blow Let's go I'm about to do it like this here Walk over spit game in this bitch ear Let her know my name and I got it right here Girl you know the game can I get a volunteer I'm about to do it like this here Walk over spit game in this bitch ear Let her know my name and I got it right here Plus a pound of weed do I got a volunteer [Ice Cube] Goin once goin twice A nigga nice when I turn off the lights Tell your friends yo fuck they advice Cause some time them hoes act like dykes Cock blockers, pull out your mouth piece Game over, we up in the range rover Wake up in the morning with a hangover Roll over do the whole damn thang over I'm a roller, took her ass back where I drove her And we still aint sober, muthafucker it still aint hova Its the super nova, niggas been doin over Ice Cube been rappin since 84' About the cocaine streets and the po'-po' Introduce you to my 6-4 low-low Yeah the one the just pulled out the mo-mo [Chorus] Work that pussy across the flo' Shake that body, Steal The Show Ice Cube bitch I'm about to blow Let's go I'm about to do it like this here Walk over spit game in this bitch ear Let her know my name and I got it right here Girl you know the game can I get a volunteer I'm about to do it like this here Walk over spit game in this bitch ear Let her know my name and I got it right here Plus a pound of weed do I got a volunteer [Ice Cube] Punks jump up to get beat down Daddy home muthafucker put your feet down Jump up yall better clean up Cause I might done pull out this nina Put your cups up boy if you fucked up And you got the baddest bitch up in the club Put your cups up even if she ugly And it look like the bitch play rugby We could take me anywhere where the thugs be When they see me muthafuckers wanna hug me Its all love cuz, its all love blood Its all love when them niggas thrownin up the dub Its all love with the brown and they yellow man Cause a nigga got money like the jello man Mo money, yo money, hoe money Mama didnt raise no dummy learn from me Cause I could flip shit fast as bisquick Mr. Butterworth take it for what its worth I got them low lows flat like pancakes Sippin on syzzurp Fuck what ya hizzerd [Ice Cube] Steal The Show baby [Mike Epps] You know a lot of these bitches need an antibiotic Moxacillin, Penicillin, something with a slin' in it They want a sugar daddy, they want a man on a fixed income They want man where they can come over to the old mans house And go in the back porch and get $30 or $40 every here and there And get in they honda and ride on off. |
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| 18. |
| 4:06 |
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[Ice Cube]
Hey... you wit' da ass you wit' da ass, you wit' da ass you wit' da ass C'mere... wassup? What's your name girl? Who you come wit'? I'm wit' Bow Wow... and my whole click [Chorus: Bow Wow] - repeat 2X A nigga need a shot of that.. and I know where they got it at Damn girl, you gotta lotta that Won't you let a real nigga go and holla back? [Ice Cube] Look at you girl, eyes brown, ass round Feel like a nigga chasin down a rebound It's bouncin like a basketball, if you got no ass at all Sorry girl but you won't make the casting call Skinny bitches need to find that nutritionist Shit that make yo' ass so thick and delicious Is it the food or is it the water? That make your daughter wanna show what Mama taught her Come here... let me whisper in yo' ear (wassup) Tell ya all that bullshit that you wanna hear (let's fuck) You prolly hate my fuckin guts in a year But right about now, you like a nigga's style huh? How I talk, how I smell, how I smile How I think, how I fuck, how I grab Fuck wit' me, ya get ya meat and ya vegetables Fuck wit' him, ya get a fuckin metrosexual You want a man stronger than you Not a motherfucker in the mirror longer than you Break a nail and his punk ass lookin for glue You want a nigga wit' a hard dick lookin at you (lookin at you) [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Bow Wow:] You came up in there lookin all cute and stuff You and yo' homegirl, a pimp couldn't get enough You talk that shit like you weren't up in there just to fuck Well guess what? Now bitch you wit' us! Yeah have a sip {*sipping noise*}, go take a puff Go and spend another blun, naw roll it up! What yo' name? A man love how you came You just in need of some game And I got that good thang, yeah it's a Westside hood thing Let ya party over day and hit ya wit' that ding-a-ling I got that good shit, lollipop (lollipop) And once I get up in ya, I make ya body rock (body rock) A thick little bad bitch, walk wit' a switch Now all you need now is some gangster dick It's the Big Bow Wizzow, you know I'm on the pusszow Stizyle, that make ya kitty kat meow (meow!) Dick deep, freak-a-leek, fuck some sleep And don't tell me that I'm... "innnn too deep" Okay (okay).. alright (alright).. Westside baby girl, we do it all night (fo' sho) [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Ice Cube] Do ya thing girl, fuck what they lookin at Shake it for me mami, work that pussycat Do ya thing girl, fuck what they lookin at Shake it for me mami, work that pussycat Put it on me girl, what the fuck you scared of? We just in the club, actin like we making love I know you full of liquor, put it on my zipper Drop it down now and throw it on a nigga [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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| 19. |
| 5:05 |
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Ice Cube:
Fuck a ghost writer sittin in the back Of the studio, tryin to write a nigga rap It's the muppet show, most niggas need a&r (a&r) to tell them how to fuck a hoe Ice Cube, true mc, Write everything I say, even back in the day I'm a spit it, how I feel it, fuck a gimmick You can keep your catchy lines, I'm a 'bout to write a rhyme If you got a backpack, tryin' to act black Think you know the culture, you's a fuckin' vulture You never a approached the mic You dress like a dyke, sayin what you don't like Who deserves five mics, who deserves two But the nigga wit two still can serve you This West Coast flow is different in the East But in ain't no different in the streets Chorus: I'm spittin' pollaseeds - I'm spittin' pollaseeds I crack 'em one by one cause I don't want to be greedy Cause the salt might make it so I'm spittin' pollaseeds I crack 'em one by one cause I don't want to be greedy Cause, these niggas is salty Will make you choke ohh oh You miggas got me fucked-up Ice Cube: I'm spittin pollaseeds on the porch with the torch In case these niggas come around to see the porsche When i branish, muthafuckers vanish They don't understand like a nigga speak in spanish No comprende, me no speak no enlgehh Here a (smack), now yo ass feelin' tingle Now you doin shit like Darrel Stingleeh Dont get stung by the muthafuckin sting ray Keep it movin niggas, y'all better king me Put your rap careers up on ebay Crazy toons is the muthafuckin' D.J. Baby drop to your knees, he deserves a bj I got a big brother, nicknamed cj When you see him in the hood take it eazy If you a breezehh, take him to the heezehh Do him like Halley Barry did Michael Eleehh Chorus: I'm spittin' pollaseeds I crack 'em one by one cause I don't want to be greedy Cause the salt might make it so I'm spittin' pollaseeds I crack 'em one by one cause I don't want to be greedy Cause, these niggas is salty Will make you choke ohh oh You miggas got me fucked-up WC: I ain't playin I got pulled over by the police And I had some pollaseeds in my hand The police pulled me over and said 2017, we got a young black nigga over here Age 18, look like he's 35 Look like he drinkin a henesee, and smoke every night I need back up This Nigga might have a 22 with duck tape on the handle Wit the twista Hit ya, It's the chippa Pistol grip, the sciff scippa, ready to finger rear view mirror Ready to bust wit my bandanna bumpin oldies Cube, throw me the line like golden the kobe So I can bust a cripwalk on these niggas Yellow tape, bark these niggas, fuck all these salty niggas They can't hold our shit Gangsta rap ain't dead, muthafuckers just stole our shit All y'all niggas know its alamoni All y'all did is switch yo name and ate a style up like ravioli Own your club raps and pisses talk shit I'll knock your Comm-A-Dee glasses off ya face under the transmission nigga From the West side, fuckin' up the program Wit the surplus, Highly hangin up the blow hand Dub-zizzala Tippin on them drolics indeed Spittin shells at you niggas like pollaseeds Chorus: I'm spittin' pollaseeds I crack 'em one by one cause I don't want to be greedy Cause the salt might make it so I'm spittin' pollaseeds I crack 'em one by one cause I don't want to be greedy Cause, these niggas is salty Will make you choke ohh oh You miggas got me fucked-up. |
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| 3:32 |
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[Ice Cube]
I knew you niggaz would be back See, see, you need to fuck with me y'knahmean? Yeah, you need to holla at your boy man (holla) Stop fuckin with them punk niggaz man with that shit (That's what you get) That shit stepped on nigga (that's what you get) I got that raw, I got that... UNGH! [Intro: Ice Cube] Twenty-fo' seven - holla at your boy What you need baby? C'mon with it - holla at your boy I got it all day, in the hallway - holla at your boy Sick of that blow up - holla at your boy [Ice Cube] That's what you get for fuckin with them niggaz Come and see me for that real O.G. He a O-Z, I'm a whole ki' Dope as a motherfucker, son a whole seed Bitches fiend for it, then they lean for it It ain't cocaine, but they wanna still blow it What you need, what you need Hoes offer me the pink slip and the deed (yes indeed) Treat it just like weed Hit the right end then pass it to her friend (uh-huh) I'm a hustler, you a customer Them other niggaz you like, straight fuckin ya Some of 'em lyin (yup) most of 'em trickin Others are dyin, some of 'em victims When you come from South Central L.A. That shit is like dirt weed, a nigga got a headache (holla) [Chorus: Ice Cube] If you want it raw now, make the call now Look me up nigga - holla at your boy Fiendin for that good shit, take a look bitch What you need baby - holla at your boy I got it all day, in the hallway On Broadway - holla at your boy Sick of that blow up, gettin stepped on Nigga come on home - holla at your boy [Ice Cube] "Ice Cube!" Back then they used to fuck me Now that I'm hot these bitches still love me (Why?) Cause I'm far from ugly Everywhere I go they wanna kiss and hug me They say "Dopeman, dopeman! I got your money don't turn into Konnan" Don't wanna see the G-hand (bitch) I am the man from here to Cleveland Don't get mad, I get e-van Try to shake the van, think you're sleep-an Oh my God this nigga's leak-in Somebody best to call the deacon (uh-huh) Any dose is a overdose Leave your punk-ass dead or a comatose (yeah) And if you don't wanna listen My shit'll crack you out like Tyrone Bigguns [Chorus] [Ice Cube] Holla, yeah But don't 2-way a nigga Bitch that ain't nothin but a transcript Dumb bitch (I'll holla) Don't 2-way a nigga man (I'll holla) Damn! [Chorus] [Ice Cube] 20 years I've been servin you fiends for 20 years Why would you fuck with anybody else, ha? That's why you're fucked up right now, ain't it? You need to get at me You know I got it, and I know you want it - holla at your boy [Mike Epps] C'mon Cube let me rap on here I'm, I'm just tryin to sack somethin up! |
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