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*Originally appeared as a B-side to Cube's "Check Yo Self" single
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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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"Yeah this is a story of a famous dog
of a dog that chases it's tail, will be dizzy" [Ice Cube] Met her snake ass at a barbecue bash She had a lot of ass and a twenty dollar stash .. of some of that superb 'erb She said, "I got the chronic, so fuck whatcha heard" "Ice Cube do you wanna hit this? This shit is hype, sho' you right" Soon as she passed me the J and a lighter Me and this hoodrat bitch got tighter Talkin all day on the blanket (so whassup?) with her ass jacked up, beggin me to spank it Lookin like a host from the Barbary coast Nigga don't wanna get burnt like toast Whassup wit deez nuts in ya me-outh Aight everybody.. c'mon we out Took her to the six dollar hole in the wall and I like how she's holdin the balls Gobble gobble, from the incision Stuff that bitch and it ain't Thanksgiving Didn't even have to fuck all night long Take me home, damn it's on Jumped out the cover, snatched off the rubber Met the hoe's mother - yo whassup? Got the seven digits and I'm gone'n that's the kinda bitch you can call at 2 n the morning Chorus: Ice Cube Not just knee deep, she was O.G. deep when she did the freak with me Not just knee deep, she was O.G. deep when she did the freak with me "Yeah this is a story of a famous dog of a dog that chases it's tail, will be dizzy" [Ice Cube] I bumped this hoe on the danceflo' Where you wanna go? She said, "I don't know" I thought I had a treat in the passenger seat Now her ass wanna get somethin to eat From where? She said, "Denny's I figure" I said hell naw cause they don't like niggaz Let's go to my house and order Domino's and maybe I can get the bitch out her clothes Got to the panties, her ass started fightin and I'm thinkin bout my dog Mike Tyson Took her ass home, all alone (ring ring) Whoa-oh, there go the phone Ay whatcha doin? "Nuthin" Then what about screwin? Now I'm fuckin and I'm yawnin (*YAWN*) yup but thank God for the bitch that'll come/cum at 2 n the morning Chorus [Ice Cube] You the kind of girl to eat a dick up raw and drink a 40 through a straw And I love ya, cause you're down to get dug and your man don't know you're gettin fucked by a thug You a woman that's true (that's right) Doin what the fuck you wanna do And it's cool, cause you got a purse full of rubbers and I'm a friend of your brother's (yup) So jump your freaky ass in your Hyundai I got a room at the Omni Nothin tricky, no you ain't picky Whassup Nikki? Down for a quickie Get your lil' dickie and your Mickey and you're straight and gotta be at work by 8 Called you last night, you wasn't home and damn - it's half past 2 n the morning Chorus "Yeah this is a story of a famous dog of a dog that chases it's tail, will be dizzy" [girl] Hello? [Cube] Yo whassup this Cube, whatchu doin? [girl] I'm asleep [Cube] Asleep? Get yer ass up and come over here [girl] Want me to drive way over there? [Cube] Yeah, come on through and shit, y'know, it's about 2 [girl] Alright, here I come.. |
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CHORUS:
So come on and chick-ity-check yo self before you wreck yo self You betta check yo self for you wreck yo self Cause I′m bad for your health I come real stealth Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms Do without one mother nigga wit yo Alpine Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got that indoe Yo I′m not a sucka, sittin in a House of Pain And no I′m not the butler, I′ll cut ya Head-butt ya, you say you can′t touch this And I wouldn′t touch ya, punk motherfucker Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough, but don′t call me Dough-Boy This ain′t no fuckin motion picture A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit ya And hit ya, makin they yack to the neck So you better run a check CHORUS Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade That′s kinda trifle, cause that′s a knife-o AK-47, assault rifle Hold the fifty, I′m nifty now, [Watch out now] I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank But steady talkin shit in the holdin tank First you wanna step to me, now your ass screamin for the deputy They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row, now the runnin up in ya slow You′re God, used to be the Don Juan, now your name is just Twan Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck, you better run a check CHORUS Big dicks in ya mouth is bad for your health If you′re foul you better run a make on that license plate you coulda had a V8 Instead of a trey-eight slug to ya cranium I got six and I′m aimin em Will I bust or keep you guessin Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin Bitch, get off the wood, you no good There goes the neighborhood hooker Go ahead and keep your drawers givin up the claps and who needs applause at a time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead Bitch is a Miami Hurricane head Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs Nappy dugout, get the fuck out Cause women like you gets no respect Bitch, you better run a check CHORUS Cause bitches like you is bad for my health Cause the Lench Mob is bad for ya health Nine-trey, remix, old school tip, yeah It′s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from goin under hee hee |
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Look at that lil' ass Westside doped out
Insane-in-the-brain little nigga servin' caine Use to have to axe could he cross the street Now he's rollin' in a gee, the gee is on e He's quick to hit you up with the two fingers spreaded Wassup? Don't roll that shit Wassup? And hold that shit Wassup? Now you know what fuckin' set he's claimin' A wild little nigga and it ain't no tamin' And just when you think everything is calm That muthafucker is the first to bum Like bang, ping, catch you with the sleeper He'll draw down and then check his beeper He's clockin' them chicks and bucks Gettin', his little dick sucked by the, clucks And will he do dirt? Fool oh please Little locs are harder then the ogz You fall to the ground and beg please Just got served by little niggas on the 10-speed 12 years old, got bumps they can't keep A straight killer, a fool, a lil ass gee..... God damn, it's a trick Use to have the G.I. Joe with the kung-fu grip Now he's straight Crip, or Blood Now ya sag, you use the blunt Now ya known as the favorite groupie Goin' to camp and it ain't camp snoopy Wassup? But I ain't surprised It's 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size You fuckin' crook You want respect cos you didn't get'cha manhood took Drinkin that 'yac like it's no tomorr-y Westside hustler fucker-tory In the jail and it ain't no thang Can't wait 'til you get 22's on the hang uh A underage boy that's lookin' tossed And that's your idea of who you hide All you want for Christmas is guns and drinkers Little nigga nuttier than a snicker You wanna be like mike, you don't wanna be like me A fool, a killer, a lil ass gee...... See, I knew it wouldn't be long They got your ass stretched like Stretch Armstrong In the 1-man cell, it got'cha thinkin' Sendin' more kites than Benjamin Franklin 20 years old but your still a veteran Won't touch down 'til we're livin' like the Jetsons Proud of yourself, because you done done it Gotcha 22's and your name on your stomach Think about a woman Rather stand in line or bust the ass of a young buck Got stuck, now you're bleedin' Hospital ward, is got your reading Learn about the knowledge of self ya see That ya mad enough to go and stick the death to these See, it ain't about bein' hard But that's what'cha tell the little homies in the yard Ya already done did 10 And wish you could start all over again Brand new inmates and who do ya see Your baby brother in shackles, a fool, a lil ass gee..... A fool, a lil ass gee Yo this go out to the little hardhead homies Who probably gon' see more assholes than pussyholes When they get you in that system. |
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Motherfucker, you'd better break yourself...
[ice cube] My skin is my sin, look at my complexion Section 8, erection great Balls like ru paul and a big fat plank Get you higher than a spike lee joint See I'm a chicken hawk and I'm hunting chicken and watermelon It ain't nothing but hard time bailing Just got a misdomener Cause I got a deuce-five, and I'm black as sarafina Get the hell out somolia, we didn't call y'all I can't wait till I can kill all y'all Fuck reggie denton and jimmy (johnny) cochran Damn I couldn't get close enough to sock him I plead guilty your honor Cause I dissed the pope more times than sinead o'connor Huh huh, cool, like butthead and beavis Truer than the mack but I'm downer than he is And that police chief named willie Can take his motherfucking ass back to philly Dropped a bomb on a crew named "move" Years ago, here's a hoe That's ready to stop me, they think I'm khadafi Rolling in a six-tre jalopy They want to give me ten in the pen cause I'm smelling like hen My skin is my sin My s-k-i-n is my s-i-n ("burning our black skin") (repeat 2x) [ice cube] I get around like tupac, just bought a new glock And I want what you got So please give it up so I can live it up Just like the rich but I still eat grits I don't know karate But I can still beat the dog shit out of nazis You claim you want to put in work Plotting to blow up a church See you devils are all the same You'll gun down a congregation in jesus' name Using me as a scapegoat, well cracker don't sleep Far from a goat, more like a black sheep Lamb of god, and it's odd That allah is a man that don't need a tan And you can't stand when I talk like that And why do black men have to walk like that? Cause we swing low like a chariot And now I got harriet all on my dick Cause my shoe size is much bigger than a motherfucking 10 My skin is my sin My s-k-i-n is my s-i-n ("burning our black skin") (repeat 2x) [w.c.] Who's that janky-ass nigga with last? Standing like a g pissing on america's flag Dub c, the nigga from westside Westide maad circle bailing with a double barrel Cause uh, my skin is my sin And all I need is knowledge of self and ammunition is my best friend When it's time to roll nigga, we ain't calling on jesus I'm calling mad dog for the 9 millimeters Cause I give the song with those peckerwoods to the fullest And a bitch by the name of america's on it The same bitch that jacked my forefathers And the indians took my motherfucking religion Place a holy Bible in my hand, but for what? Like jim kelly said, "you try to set me up? " shit... I'm too slick for your lies in disguise When will you devils open your eyes and realize? Like pepsi, niggas got a new generation And we don't want your american education Ain't no brain washing this way Fuck america, tom meztger, and kkk And to the cracker named j.b. stoner Don't let me catch you on no corners I see you on tv talking more shit But just like your punk-ass anscestors, you's a bitch You's a bitch if I ever saw one Grand wizard bring your ass on imperial so we can get physical And watch God show and prove Not only mentally but physically the black man rules So run devil run, you's to best start running Because the niggas are coming, oh, the niggas are coming And ain't no way you gon' win Cause I come from a tribe of o.g.'s and my skin is my sin My s-k-i-n is my s-i-n ("burning our black skin") (repeat 2x) |
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Break me]
[Shit..] [Yo..] Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God I don’t know but today seems kinda odd No barking from the dogs no smog And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog I got my grub on but didn’t pig out Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out Hooked it up on later as I hit the do’ Thinking will i live another twenty fo’ I gotta go cause I got me a drop top And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop Had to stop at a red light Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight And everything is alright I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night Called up the homies and I’m askin y’all Which court, are y’all playin basketball? Get me on the court and I’m trouble Last week fucked around and got a triple double Freaking brothers everyway like M.J. I can’t believe, today was a good day Drove to the pad and hit the showers Didn’t even get no static from the cowards Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me Saw the police and they rolled right past me No flexin, didn’t even look in a niggaz direction as I ran the intersection Went to $hort Dog’s house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps What’s the haps on the craps Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven Seven even back do’ Joe I picked up the cash flow Then we played bones, and I’m yellin domino and now i am yelling dominoes Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A. Today was a good day Left my niggaz house paid Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade It’s ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic The Lakers beat the Supersonics I felt on the big fat fanny Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny And my dick runs deep so deep so deep put her ass to sleep Woke her up around one she didn’t hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun Drove her to the pad and I’m coasting Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion I was glad everything had worked out Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out Today was like one of those fly dreams Didn’t even see a berry flashing those high beams No helicopter looking for a murder Two in the morning got the fat burger Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp And it read Ice Cube’s a pimp Drunk as hell but no throwing up Half way home and my pager still blowing up Today I didn’t even have to use my A.K. I got to say it was a good day. Hey wait, wait a minute fool Stop the shit What the fuck am I thinking about? |
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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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