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from Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc) (2000)
Ice Cube-
Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes -Hello- Dr. Dre- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? -Hello- MC Ren- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? -Hello- Ice Cube- The motherfuckin' world is a ghetto Full of magazines full clips and heavy metal When the smoke settle, i'm just lookin' for a big yellow And six inch stelletows Dr. Dre --hello-- perculatin' keep 'em waitin' While you sittin' here hatin', your bitch is hyperventillatin' Hopin' that we pentratin', you gets natin' cuz i never been to satan The hardcore administratin' gang bang affiliatin' MC Ren will have you wildin' off a zone and a whole half a gallon --Get the dollar--- 9 1 1 emergency --And you can tell 'em-- It's my son he's hurtin' me --And he's a felon-- On parole for robbery, ain't no copin' a plea, ain't no stopin' a G I'm in the six you got to hop in the three, company monopoly You handle shit slopilly I drop a key properly They call me the Don Daada, pop a colla, drop a dolla if you hear me You can hollar even rock wilders, folla, the impala Wanna talk about this concrete nigga im a scholar the incredible Hetero-sexual, credible, beg a hoe, let it go, dick ain't edible Nigga ain't federal, i plan shit while you hand pick motherfuckers Givin' up transcripts Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes -Hello- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? -Hello- Dr. Dre- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? MC Ren- Villain blows up your spot Take your notebook your bitch and your glock This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock You slaped her ass that's alarming, cuz she want my worm like Common We chin check niggas, them thin check niggas run trains on goldiggers Beware these four niggas, scare motherfuckers like Steven King flicks Makin' niggas clear the room like a dike flea a dick Make executive none shit, nigga like quick So when i bomb first nigga who you rollin' with? Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck your fine ass bitch Cuz you could loose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle Watch niggas kiss my ass without flexin' a muscle, bitches All in the back they knees waitin' to buckle Same time same channel don't change the dial Niggas for life, fuckin' your wife these niggas wild --Hello-- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? --Hello-- Ice Cube- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? --Hello-- Dr. Dre- Did i fall off? Got you in your room rippin' every chronic poster on your wall off Just cuz i put away the sawed off Now i got you sitin' back with a smirk listenin' with your arms crossed Questioning Dre's credibility --What?-- Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits, y'all be killin' me As if I need to make mo' I got a mansion and six cars that are paid fo', suck my dick --Hello-- We came a long way from not giving a fuck Sellin' tapes out of a trunk to movin' this far up Now we got the whole world starstruck, Made a million plus and still don't give a motherfuck Motherfucker i'm Dre, I don't need your respect I don't need to make another album bitch I ain't gotta do shit I do it because I want to not to stay in the game Fuck the fame, i'm still stayin' the same lil' bitch! --Hello-- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? --Hello-- MC Ren- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? --Hello-- Ice Cube- Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes -Hello-- Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes |
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from Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc) (2000)
{woman} Pimp Homeo, Pimp Homeo...
{Cube} Hey, Julie-ho! {Woman}I am but $300 short, thy Pimp. First know my ass is tired, thy Pimp Homeo. Be this hour, I have done weeping. Thy have poppeth my cootchie 'til I can't poppeth No more! {Cube} Oh, tis! Thy have a reason to smack a cramp in that ass. {Woman}Have patience, Pimp Homeo, have patience! Homeo, I have a very vuluptuous vagina, and titties teetering on timelessness. And a ass the size of Alaska. {Cube} Well, bitch, thy get my money. |
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from Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc) (2000)
You ain't gotta lie ta kick it
I know ya like to see me doin' bad But i'm doin' good, fuck the police that's rollin' thru my neighborhood Fuckin' peaker wood see me in the five speed I don't care if his motherfuckin' eyes bleed (yeah yeah!) This is my weed, this is my world Don't get mad when you see them hundred spokes twirl Candied out while you spit yo' last on the pearl The Don Daada, i'm hotta than holly watta Wish i was your baby fatha, cuz i got a fuckin' head on my shoulder And lead in my holster, face on the poster The kinda nigga that you wanna get close ta' But you can't so you start the lyin' Just like that nigga that think he dyin' Get ta cryin', snitchin' and testifyin' To all my people if i'm talkin 'bout your baby mama When she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama Yo Cube, im goan have all da biches here --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey ain't call me back But i just paged my auntie --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- I'm a be as real as I can with this Not just the fake analyst on canabis, who only say that the world is Scandalist, without findin' out a way to handle this Dismantle this, either with the rhyme or the fist How the fuck we get in the belly of this bitch? I be rich if it wasn't for the snitch Lyin' to the enemies, wild conspiracies I'm a say this 'till the day that I die Seven thirty fives bring on bitches lies While you bullshitin', I'm hard hittin' like 2pac, I keep spittin' 'till my heart stop Young niggas tryin' to tell me that i'm played Once they say you played, nigga you must be payed (HA HA! huh ha) Pushin' weight since the tenth grade do my thing Got more plaques than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin' Yo Cube, i got the new Biz 9000 --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- I got the Playstation in the windshield nigga! --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- I hate to see your ass comin' (yep), with your mouth runnin' Talkin' 'bout somethin' (what?), that ain't meanin' nothin' 'Bout your second cousin (hmm), who be always buzzin' Where she was or wasn't, who she now fuckin' Stories by the dozen Punch you got the sequel (what?) To let you tell it Randy Moss is your people It's evident, your ass lie like the president But stretch marks on your mouth is the evidence (ha ha) How the fuck can your friends be the benjamins?! (punk) And your little ass car's full of fender benz There you go on the stand with your hand up (lyin') Testifyin' about a man that's in handcuffs We should do you like the Mack said And if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a black head Let him ooze, let him loose Let him lie by his motherfuckin' ass on the news (yeah yeah) Yo Cube, check out this ring, 69 karots --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- It's Kryptonite nigga, Kryptonite! --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- {repeat last 4 lines} [Chris Rock - ad lib outro...] |
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from Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc) (2000)
[ice cube]
I been servin' niggas since 1985 Niggas want the gutter Ice cube, jay-o felony My nigga gangsta, squeek rule Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (chorus) {:14} Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit Ain't the rugged shit {repeat} (verse one) {:25} Keep it gangsta y'all, i want to thank you all Niggas comin' with that bullshit, it's gankin' y'all We can ride to this kinda shit and bank them all Nigga ball 'till you fall motherfucker thats all Can't none of y'all hang with me putin' in work Turn this motherfucker up unless you goin' to church Nowadays, crazy ass bitches want they bills paid But can't even make a good thang of kool-aid (ha ha) But chicken heads get chicken feed (bahk bakh) (a) lil' dick and weed (bahk bakh) Everything that a chicken need (bahk bakh) Tryin' to pot i get real as chris rock Make a bitch hot, turn into fort knox (bitch know) It's ice cube comin' straight from the gutter Westcoast don, you fags undastata (?) [jayo] (verse two) {:59} There is sa-lethal in the gas chamber I'm full of anger, nigga the west is in the house But you still in for some danger And when i'm thru, i take your bitch and finger bang her But if she looks tossed up, i'll slang her Beat you like mama dearest with a clothes hanger Cuz the gang a niggas be tryin' to spit But you can't spit it like this I come equiped to rip, any battle And leave him strung in his crew But they put me in the twist like trump I can collapse or puncture, the lungs of anyone Give him a chance to spit his last word, unerve Then he done 20/20 ain't good enough Rappers they ain't seein' me, this jay-o felony And nobody can stand three of me Caution keep mc's out of my reach, i'm on a mission And be gettin' to your fuckin' hide to be called a physician Immediately, i puts it down at a show (jay-o) But loked to choke the shit out a fool, nigga dat's on doo low [ice cube] Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta) Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta) Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life) Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life) (verse three) {1:50} I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they rich (what?) Lyin' 'bout they bitch (what?) Lyin' 'bout they dick (what?) I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they hits (huh?) Lyin' 'bout they whips (huh?) Lyin' 'bout they six (yeah) I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they clothes (brrrmmph!) Lyin' 'bout they hoes (uhh) Lyin' 'bout they rows (uhh) I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they house (punk!) Lyin' about they clout (yeah) Lyin' up in they mouth (yeah yeah) It's the mah-hurage-ny, my niggas; kamekaze Illuminaughty, bitch hoes in they body We the riders, we push like mahz-er-aties Do karatees, on hatters, and you hotties Fuck the party, come on, my niggas focus We the richest, pretend that we the brokest Niggas notice, as soon as you're checking quotas We the coldest, so go and tell the rollers (biotch!) [gangsta] (verse four) {2:30} Who dat? next out the game, in blue kahks Gangsta's the name, niggas wonderin' how i do that By the thug way, package and transportin' the drug way Only means of makin' a livin', the crip and blood way I'm on grates when i'm grindin' I'm on stakes when i'm dinnin' And on sunday's on the wine Is you can't calm the savage beast (never) And i can make your birds rise like geese, k-mac tell 'em You sell 'em, i swell 'em, loke (sell 'em loke) Hard or soft determines how much a nigga sell 'em for We got the fish scale texture (fish scale) Now if you cook it yourself you get extras Dub that shit to death with this dub thang Only a few niggas left with this love mang So we cop together (yeah), put it in the beeker Rock together (uhh), claim blocks together And fuck cock together, nigga (brrrph!) [ice cube] (chorus) {3:11} Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit Ain't the rugged shit {repeat} (squeek rule) [squeek rule] (verse five) {3:22} Look in my eyes I see the dollar sign dogg, and my dick start to rise Got to handle money, got to stack the money (tell 'em) Buzzin' like a bee cuz i crave for the honey Million dollar tickets make bitches look wicked So you innocent hoes, ain't got to like ta kick it I know you knows (uhh), cuz now my decimals (yep) Done fiend for the green, keep you itchin' in your panty hose Your eyes full of gleem (brrrmmph!) You wanna get on my team, and live my dream Captain of the ship is what i'm boastin' Hit the three wheel motion, i'm the shit when i'm coastin' (uh huh) Down the boulevard, flossin' hard Lights hit the chrome, don't go lick 'em like a movie star Money makes me a savage (what it do?) Shit, i brake down the world for the cabbage (squeek rule) [ice cube] Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life) Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life) (chorus) {4:11} Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit Ain't the rugged shit {repeat} |
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from Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc) (2000)
[Ice Cube] {:46}
Don Dadaa uhh uhh yeah You can't see me but you can feel me You can feel me you can feel me It's the world famous supreme team show supreme team show...{x2} uhh look at me (verse one) {1:09} I be the one that you love to hate I be the one that's from out of state I be the one with the nickle plate I be the one with the mean face I be the one with the bad taste I be the one that you worry 'bout I be the one that make ya hurry out I be the one that make your mama shout I be the one that's the cleanest (fo' sho') I be the one with the niggas and guns that's the meanest (let 'em know) (chorus) {1:32} Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep) I call em team tustle (whatcha call it?) Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep) I call em team tustle (yeah yeah) (verse two) {1:43} You be the one that we laugh at (ha ha) You be the one that can't have that (uh uhn) You be the one to get your ass cracked (crack!) You be the one that's takin' live rounds You be the one thats got to run from them bloodhounds You be the one with the eight babies My seven ladies, still dressin' like the eighties You be the one that just checked in emergency You be the one thats a die, in need of surgery (chorus) {2:06} Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep) I call em team tustle (ready) Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep) I call em team tustle It's the world, famous, supreme team show, supreme team show...{x2} (verse three) {2:28} We be the ones that your woman love We be the ones that your fellas hug We be the ones that you jellous of We be the ones with the big guns We be the ones with the six-uns You should get one We be the ones with the dirty spirits We be the ones with them bomb ass dirty lyrics We be the ones that your kids like We be the ones that make you beat your wife And hate your life (tell 'em) (chorus) {2:51} Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep) I call em team tustle (yeah yeah) Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep) I call em team tustle (brrrrmph) Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep) I call em team tustle (uh huh) Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep) I call em team tustle (automatic) uh huh, yep, uh huh, yep It's the world, famous, supreme team show, supreme team show...{x2} (outro) {3:35} You got to hustle a dot, no lie to all my people that's down to survive Gone and ride Hustle a dot, no lie, to all my people that's down to survive Gone and ride Hustle a dot, no lie, to all my people that's down to survive Gone and ride Hustle a dot, no lie, to all my people that's down to survive Gone and ride Get ya ride on (gone and ride) Hustle mang hustle mang (gone and ride) It's automatic Ice Cube; incredible, yeah I'm on the grind all the time Hustle mang, hustle mang, hustle mang |
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from Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc) (2000)
[Ice Cube]
I love the sound of gangsta shit in the mornin' [Some guy] Bitch you know the size World motherfucking wide [Ice Cube] You ain't got to be in the pen to be in prison You in the prison of your mutherfuckin' mind [Some guy] What kinda time we got up here? [Ice Cube] 15:30 am Everything is real on this concrete and steel Everything is real on this concrete and steel The warfare is mental The warfare is mental [Some guy] Supreme gangster shit We dream gangster shit [Ice Cube] Now I wanna see if you punk mutherfuckers is paying attention I love the sound of gangsta shit in the mornin' |
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from Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc) (2000)
[Ice Cube]
Put the whoop on 'em (Ice Cube, a.k.a. Don Mega) Put the whoop on 'em (a.k.a. Poppa Don) Put the whoop on 'em (a.k.a. the Big Fish) Put the whoop on 'em (a.k.a. Brainiac) Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (uh huh) Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (Keep it gangsta) Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (all my life) Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (all my life) (verse one) {:21} Everyting is real on this concrete and steel Niggas peel your cap for a happy meal I got to deal with this ball of confusion, world of illusions We ain't losin' playa (never), weez winnin' Playin' every night when we sendin' paper chasing, grinin' While you still chasin' women 'round tables no lieutenants Use your own man grown, (hook it up) It's Ice Cube and the family stone Breakin' bread every night in L.A. And I pray, for one more day that's unate (check it) It's 90 degrees no enemies in sight Even the Don gotta fall to his knees every night (chorus) {:52} Can I get 24 more hours (can I get get) Without dealin' with these killers and these cowards (can I can can) I don't wanna loose, all i wanna do is win I fucked up today, can I try it again? (verse two) {1:03} I'm lovin' every breath like a cold sip of soda While I'm bankin' down these back streets, thanks for lookin' over Damn sure nice to know ya, fuck a four leaf clover And thanks for this range rover We gets down with this underground gangsta shit Politians and parents, always havin' a fit Everybody wanna know "who you with?" "where you from?" Why you lookin' at me dumb? Here's a bullet cuz you number one Nobody knows, the fate of a platinum rap star (nobody knows) We gotta wait until tommorow (yeah yeah) And I'm a nigga like you (yeah yeah) You know I got the bar (chorus) {1:33} Can I get 24 more hours (can I get get) Without dealin' with these killers and these cowards (can I can can) I don't wanna loose, all i wanna do is win I fucked up today, can I try it again? Put the whoop on 'em (look to allah) Put the whoop on 'em (pray to your god) Put the whoop on 'em (I look to allah) Put the whoop on 'em (pray to your god) (verse three) {1:54} Mister prosperity, these niggas wanna bury me Your bitch wanna mary me Rollin' more than a cherokee Don't, I drive what I want, and what I ain't drivin' I don't want Let it be known (let it be known) Permits hit the conk in the reagal But weez legal niggas dollars got bald eagles nigga You can't undermine Mister Grime You rappin' 'bout the same shit i rapped about in '89 Tryin' to be the new fien(d) (never), with raps complex They love you one minute and they hate you the next Push my lex thru the california sunshine Look back on my life and say "damn I done done fine" (damn) (I done done fine) (uhh) Mister Ice Cube, i'm always on the grime (always, always) The Don Mega Mega Don, Don Mega Mega Don (chorus) {2:35} Can I get 24 more hours (can I get get) Without dealin' with these killers and these cowards (can I can can) I don't wanna loose, all i wanna do is win I fucked up today, can I try it again? Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta) Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (everybody) Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (Keep it gangsta) Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (all my life) (outro) {2:56} I know we can make it, I know that we can I know damn well that we can work it out I know we can make it, I know that we can I know damn well that we can work it out I know we can make it, I know that we can I know damn well that we can work it out I know we can make it, I know that we can I know damn well that we can work it out ...and we can work it out, we goan work it out my niggas work it out, help us work it out |
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from Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc) (2000)
Nigga the mission's to get
what you don't got The struggle it don't stop until we drop Krayzie Bone and Ice Cube The best thing in life is life uh huh uh huh Get your mind right and get your grind right we gotta keep goin Hey young thugs we gotta keep goin Get your mind right and get your grind right Hey young thugs Get your mind right and get your grind right Look into my eyes if you wanna know me Before you hypnotized homey what do you see A figure that's just a little bigger than dealers A hustler countin figures ain't pulled no triggers Can you dig us we be the ultimate lick We's the hitters that make the ultimate hits Kinda flossey kinda bossey It's gotta be done my way do what the I say Top of the pyramid homey what I tell you If you leave this Westside umbrella you hit the cellar Bring me my slippers black robe and my globe and I could rule the world with my eyes closed See the mission's to get what we don't got until we filthy rich and on top you betta go get it Nigga the mission's to get what you don't got The struggle it don't stop until we drop Krazyie Bone and Ice Cube See the mission's to get what we don't got until we filthy rich and on top you betta go get it it's yours Nigga the mission's to get what you don't got The struggle it don't stop until we drop To all the little homies that's watchin TV I see you tryin to be a OG like me Chasin dreams pullin mo schemes for wealth But the best thing in life is health be yourself playa Television it'll keep yo ass wishin forever You'll never get you life together Don't talk about death I got too much life to live Too many orders to give what it is showbiz Taught you what a trick and a hoe is Showed you what a Six ty Fo is Lord knows In God We Trust and everybody in the world wanna be like us See the mission's to get what we don't got until we filthy rich and on top you betta go get it it's yours Nigga the mission's to get what you don't got The struggle it don't stop until we drop Krayzie Bone and Ice Cube See the mission's to get what we don't got until we filthy rich and on top you betta go get it it's yours Nigga the mission's to get what you don't got The struggle it don't stop until we drop To the kids of the world that's waitin for wealth waitin for wealth you better do for self Homey that's yo last cup Forget about the fast buck boy get you ass up People use yo brain to gain Do something that ain't never been done and we can spend hun's Wipe our ass with twenties light our joints with ones Throw away the guns have nuttin but fun And homey we could do that shit Police have a fit when yo paper's legit We gotta get off the phone we gotta teach our own Send your baby to school and she'll come back grown We got to talk to our grandma's And she'll help us throught them dark halls and them pitfalls Everybody know we got the world to gain We got to stop the pain lord stop the rain See the mission's to get what we don't got until we filthy rich and on top you betta go get it it's yours Nigga the mission's to get what you don't got The struggle it don't stop until we drop Krayzie Bone and Ice Cube See the mission's to get what we don't got until we filthy rich and on top you betta go get it it's yours Nigga the mission's to get what you don't got The struggle it don't stop until we drop Keep goin little homey why you slowin Keep rollin little homey why you slowin Keep rollin little homey why you slowin Keep rollin rollin rollin rollin Hey young thugs the world is yours Hey young thugs the world is yours Hey young thugs the world is yours Yeah young thug the world is yours Hey young thugs the world is yours Hey young thugs the world is yours Hey young thugs the world is yours Yeah young thug the world is yours Hey young thugs the world is yours Hey young thugs the world is yours Hey young thug the world is yours Hey young thugs the world is yours Hey young thugs the world is yours Hey young thugs the world is yours Hey young thug the world is yours |
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from Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc) (2000)
Yeah yeah
Get your ass and hurra Uh Ice Cube baby Ninety nine baby I'm on the grind baby All the time baby Show me something You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it Tic tic boom Hear me banging down these back streets Bumpin Blackstreet fiending like an athlete Life ain't a track meet no It's a marathon Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on We be clubbing till the day we die Nigga ask the bartender if you think we lie But if you think we high nigga think again Cause when it's sink or swim You got to think to win And if I drink this here Everybody will know it Cause I ain't going for it So pray to the Lord that I don't pull out Cuss out and bust out Go to nigga raveling Make the clip traveling uh You can try to smoke an ounce to this While I pronounce this shit Baby bounce them tits Mama move them hips Baby shake them cheeks I got dick for days You got ass for weeks yeah yeah Don't stop get it get it That's real Don't stop nigga hit it I will I'm gon do it gon do it Gon do it do it do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones The thug ones relatives and my cousins And I got em by the dozen When they buzzin quick to say fuck your husband This is for my niggas locked away Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date But when we hit checkmate with Ice Cube the great As soon as I get a word we can rush the safe Fuck them license plates because life is great It don't matter if you're rich and your folks ain't straight I'm still coming with that underground gangsta shit No matter how many niggas say we ain't the shit Don't stop get it get it That's real Don't stop nigga hit it I will I'm gon do it gon do it Gon do it do it do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it I do hard core rhyming hard time grinding With will I pimp hoes Other niggas wine and dine them Gotta love this pup shit Passing the mud shit Pockets on flood shit OG lyrical blood shit I don't rent I buy shit Niggas jealous of my shit You unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit While you're rooting and recruiting Nigga 68 whooping I was in the hood shooting cause I had the wife whooping I come from padres gold in oversized jars I past up strife and got star awards No time for playa hating Mack paper chasing Came out the substation to the hip hop nation The mo hits the mo bigga with illegal weight figga Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga Bust the first asshole to show I can hit it I keep pushing don't quit it Don't stop till I get it Don't stop get it get it That's real Don't stop nigga hit it I will I'm gon do it gon do it Gon do it do it do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Don't stop get it get it That's real Don't stop nigga hit it I will I'm gon do it gon do it Gon do it do it do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your ass into it We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication Yeah uh huh Ice Cube Westside Connection Know how we do We puttin it down constantly constantly Get your ass up and hurra |
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from Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc) (2000)
[Ice Cube]
Uhh gotta get it...uhhh....hmmm....get it get it baby (verse one) {:21} Stab thru the neighborhood these spinin' Weez winin' scrap with the John Lennon Head rests TV's in 'em Best in the nation on this playstation The Don Daata gotta get you hotter Been a buck naked nigga smokin' water On a friday the get high day Blowin' at a hot date findin' Shade Black and bicantay, with ass everwhere, how you do that there? A sight to behold, break the mold Just tryin' to get some before the world explode I see you tryin' to get caught Well shake what your mama gave ya, plus what you bought We fuck and we fought, we laugh and we cry Told the truth and we lie (chorus) {:57} You be good to me, i'll be good to you Anything you want, anything you do I got my eyes on you, and i'm in to you Give it all I got, and to keep it hot (verse two) {1:15} Now what a freak like you, doin' with a fool like me? Explain it to your family It's got to be insanity --because I like what you're doing to me-- You know you ain't right standin' at the light Think it's chocolate with that shit too tight And if I fuck around and get you in the car with me Motherfuckers would think I had a star with me Now see the haterism increase They hate when you got a dime piece And I got one shotgun, and I might catch a hot one When i'm lookin' for love and niggas got none, uhh If you let me handcuff your wrist Bonnie and Clyde ain't got shit on this Cuz Bonnie and Clyde had to take a risk But most of my money see it's all legit --baby-- It's all about your state of mind Now what would you do if I handed you a tech nine? Are you feelin' me? Would you stay down like Hillary? Even if you thought about killin' me? (chorus) {2:02} You be good to me, i'll be good to you Anything you want, anything you do I got my eyes on you, and i'm in to you Give it all I got, and to keep it hot (verse three) {2:19} Now what a freak like you, doin' with a fool like me? Explain it to your family It's got to be insanity --because I like what you're doing to me-- Are you the type of girl that would call them folks Have your man leave the house in chains and ropes Don't need the kind of girl that'll have me in court On lawsuits lyin' about demestic abuse Have a bitch like Judge Judy cussin' me out Garnish my cheques, reposses my lex Cuz I come from a place in southern Californi Where hoes rake niggas for tons of alimoni But fuck the world don't aks me for shit Unless you my boo, and i'm fuckin' you The rest of these broads ain't knowin' That i'm a have you bumpin' Lauryn, in somethin' foreign Come thru blow the horn Stick your wrists out the window And wave to your kinfolks Let 'em know who you with And to your crazy ass daddy, let him know who to get (chorus) {3:06} You be good to me, i'll be good to you Anything you want, anything you do I got my eyes on you, and i'm in to you Give it all I got, and to keep it hot Now what a freak like you, doin' with a fool like me? Explain it to your family It's got to be insanity --because I like what you're doing to me-- {repeat last 3 lines, 4 times} |
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from Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc) (2000)
[Ice Cube]
I got a full tank of unleaded {repeat x4} Now we could roll all day if i could ride all night I got a full tank of unleaded {repeat} (verse one) {:30} I see you walkin' and i'm damn near stalkin' You a chicken head and i'm chicken hawkin' now we talkin' 'Bout your unlucky backround And how your ex boyfriend is smokin' crack now (why) I'm very very simpethetic But baby where you headed? ---I got a full tank of unleaded--- She got in and had ass for days like ---BOOM, BAM, GOD, DAMN!--- She aks me would i harm her No, i'm a charmer A fuckin' night in shining armour We went out and had a blast, everytime she walked past Nigga got a quick fast glimpse of that ass ("what choo wanna do after this?") I wanna get your tities in my fist But you wanna kiss Your mouth might taste like dick (ewww) And i grew up on bearin' wit, trick Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night ---I got a full tank of unleaded--- {repeat} (verse two) {1:19} Niggas that i know don't kiss no hoes Niggas that i know don't buy no clothes Niggas that i know don't fuck no pros Niggas that i know roll foots (?) in fours (yeah) Pull them panties off your hips Pussy deep as crips And 'bout as wide as my grip Never ever get me with that wipper feel They got a pants full of black steel Am i too real? You like dick i know you do Wanna bring out the hoe in you I know what you're goin' thru You already think you're cree-al You should learn to suck this like Vanessa Del Rio Aww, you thought i was a nice guy But shit, i was around eight, with bitches gettin' laid If i wrap my dick in plastic Now, how wide can that ass get? It's gettin' drastic Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night ---I got a full tank of unleaded--- {repeat} (verse three) {2:10} Should of picked up an old girl that i know That's what i get for fucking with you young hoes About to get an attitude, what's hapenin'? Baby how you actin'? Let's get it crackin' (c'mon) No? well then bitch you got to go I put her ass out, on imperial Hoe slamed my door, next to texico Kick my lexo, broke my window Put out my indo Jumped out and said "bitch are you crazy?" Fucked around and got lazy She jumped in my car, took off, now i'm stuck And all i want to do was fuck (damn....) I had to stroll all day, I had to walk all night ---i had a full tank of unleaded--- {repeat} |
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from Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc) (2000)
Bounce it bounce it shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle Make it jiggle just a little [Ice Cube] Baby baby can you bouce to this (bounce) Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (bounce) Turn it up we can clown to this Throw your hands in the air if you down with this (verse one) {:20} I hear you bragin 'bout the money you foldin' Same nigga that be kissin' my colon When you picture me rollin' Nigga picture me holdin', pure heat like Nolan They call me Poppa Doctor See your bitch and i knock her I collect them like Pokemon )From Nokishan, accept the ones with no behind You can keep 'em, keep 'em from creepin' where i'm sleepin' Same bitch and same club every weekend Same drink, same dress, brainless What would you do if i handed you a stainless Can't fuck with a girl that's gameless Would you tell the po-po's what my name is Baby baby can you bouce to this (baby bounce) Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (smoke an ounce) Turn it up, we can clown to this Throw your hands in the air if you down with this (yeah yeah) --Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it Wiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little-- {repeat} (verse two) {1:12} Don't stop get it get it I'm not the kind to get jiggy with it I'm the kind to get niggy with it I'm a show you what it's all about, trick! Shake yo' ass till your curls fall out, bitch! Don't pretend you can live without, dick! Come with me ain't no doubt that i'm, rich! Whatchoo goan do in the early 'morn When the lights come on, and your drink is gone Do you think you grown Think we convone (?) It's a party at my house i got drinks at home Get to undressin', pull out the lethal weapon Look you in the eye and i aks you one question Baby baby can you bouce to this (bounce) Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (what choo smokin' on?) Turn it up, we can clown to this Throw your hands in the air if you down with this --Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it Wiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little-- {repeat} (Jay-Z sample) ---"Bounce, bitch, bounce wit me wit me...can ya"---{repeat} (verse three) {2:15} Who that nigga that be in the club every week Who that cheep mutherfucker won't buy you a drink Who that bitch dressed like a freak but she won't speak Who that hoe think she is, like her shit don't stink Who that player on the floor, sweatin' in all silk Who that girl showin' tits, like she got milk Who that hater in the corner, always on tilt Who that fool in the parking lot about to get killed (yeah) Baby baby can you bouce to this (can you bounce) Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (blaze one) Turn it up, we can clown to this Throw your hands in the air if you down with this (if you down with this) Baby baby can you bouce to this (huh) Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (dogg best C.G.(?) Turn it up, we can clown to this Throw your hands in the air if you down with this --Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it Wiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little-- {repeat} yeah, Ice Cube (bounce it, bounce it...) (Jay-Z sample) ---"Bounce, bitch, bounce wit me wit me...can ya"---{repeat} |
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from Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc) (2000)
[Ice Cube]
Please listen to my demo {x8} A nigga told me, the record company's the pimp The artist is the hoe, The stage is the corner And the audience is the trip, god damn (verse one) {:21} Incredible young nigga, you can't belive i'm just one nigga God damn i've gotten bigger Intellect superior, Walk in a room and make the whole interior, inferior If you look me in my eyes You might fuck around and loose control of your mind body and your soul Grab ahold Undisputed on the microphone, what choo think If you wink, i'll make you ich think Did you blink, did you ever drink your own brain matter Shotgun enima, this ain't no cinema All praises due to the creator --for this man here, that can't no nigga stand near-- True, inventor of the double-you What choo wanna do, i got the red and the blue Show me one nigga dedicated to raps I'll show you ten niggas dedicated to snaps Record company death traps settin' decoys Just to pimp young b-boys With a cup full of yak, studio contact Maniac with a contract Well turn up the bass and the motherfuckin' treble About to do a deal with the devil for my vocal level Bullshit points, plus he want to rub it in And take all my publishin', god damn Do i take it up the rectum Just to rock the spectrum Give up a right arm, just to do a form Hell no, all you motherfukers goan leave this bitch limpin' No more, record company pimpin' No more (No more), record company pimpin' No more (No more), record company pimpin' No more (No more), record company pimpin' No more No more No more No more You ain't pimpin' me (uhn uhh, uhn uhh) |
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from Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc) (2000)
(Ain't no 'California Love') (Love) (Love)...
I see them niggas You see them niggas? I see them niggas Look at them niggas just waitin to hate (wait) Waitin to hate, waitin to hate (look at them niggas) Look at them bitches just waitin to hate (wait) Waitin to hate (wait) waitin to hate [ VERSE 1 ] Get your ride on, ride on This ain't the day for you to die on, die on I'm a nigga that they lie on, lie on See these shoes you wanna try on, try on Yo, we can go to war with the enemy All we need is A.K.s and Hennessy This ain't back in the days of Tennessee Pull the trigger and release the energy ( *shots* ) See muthafuckas run till they catch one In the back, and it might cause a cardiac Bitch act like he died and we brought him back Him screamin for his mama and his sister pack Flatline - These niggas wanna act like They ain't never had a full can of act-right Make me pull out my gat, right And smoke his muthafuckin ass like a crackpipe So what you sayin, muthafucka? We ain't playin, muthafucka A.K.'in muthafuckas So what you sayin, muthafucka? We ain't playin, muthafucka A.K.'in muthafuckas Look at them niggas just waitin to hate (wait) Waitin to hate, waitin to hate (look at them niggas) Look at them bitches just waitin to hate (hate) Waitin to hate (hate) waitin to hate [ VERSE 2 ] Get your smoke on, smoke on Here's another verse to choke on, choke on To all my niggas in the pen, get your yoke on To all my thugs in the house, get your loc on We can really give a fuck about a broke home All we care about is bitches we can poke on Nigga, what's that bullshit that you spoke on? Better roll on 'fore we split your whole dome Cause you're fuckin with Ice Cube the Terrible Fuck around, I make your life unbearable Make you live all scary and careful Come through my neighborhood, you better tip-toe Cause if you loud, then you might get chased down Westside Connection catch a case now Po-po's find your monkey ass face down Tell your mama that you in a better place now So what you sayin, muthafucka? We ain't playin, muthafucka A.K.'in muthafuckas So what you sayin, muthafucka? We ain't playin, muthafucka A.K.'in muthafuckas Look at them niggas just waitin to hate (wait) Waitin to hate (hate) waitin to hate (look at them niggas) Look at them bitches just waitin to hate (wait) Waitin to hate (hate) waitin to hate (look at them bitches) (Ain't no 'California Love') (Love) (Love) 'You can hate me now' (Ain't no 'California Love') Ah-ah (Love) (Love) [ VERSE 3 ] To all my niggas with the lleyo They rock it up like Play-Doh They cook it up like Waco Better do what I say so Better lay low, cause you fuckin with a halo Death to the niggas with the big mouth And death to you devils from the Old South And death to you hoes turnin tricks out And death everyone that go the bitch route Check it If you infected by this record Bow down butt-naked And pray to God Ice Cube won't spare the rod Westside Connection here to mob, nigga, rob We can take it to the streets We can take it to the concrete You niggas know where the Don be You bitches ain't tryin to find me All you haters need to shut the fuck up and get behind me Look at them niggas just waitin to hate (look at em) Waitin to hate (look) waitin to hate (look at them niggas) Look at them bitches just waitin to hate (ugh) Waitin to hate (ugh) waitin to hate So what you sayin, muthafucka? We ain't playin, muthafucka A.K.'in muthafuckas So what you sayin, muthafucka? We ain't playin, muthafucka A.K.'in muthafuckas This is dedicated To them haters Who ain't gon' kill nothin And who ain't gon' let nothin die You know em You know em When you see Ice Cube you better holla And pop a collar When you see Ice Cube you better holla And pop a collar |
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from Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc) (2000)
--when i'm big i wanna be a thug-- --you wanna be a thug, huh?!(yeah yeah) What choo know (about) a thug, huh?!(yeah yeah) You wanna see the bad guy?! Look at Ice Cube (yeah yeah), that's the bad guy! You need people like him, can point cha fingas! Huh?! (yeah yeah) the fuck you know about this shit?! You ready to die?! O - K A Y Where is that, you ready? Cuz they ain't touch the bad guy!!! oKay?-- I'm the nigga of the century --oh, so zhuu a bad guy, c'mon prove it c'mon, you think you bad? How bad you are?!-- I'm the nigga of the century -c'mon lets see how bad you are c'mon bad guy! C'MOAWNL!!!-- (verse one){:41 We the worsest, all purpose You want murderers? well you Serve us, hattin' motherfuckers with curb dust You heard us, don't shit make us nervous Not even when these fuckin' feds try to serve us Mention me, when you write it in your history As a nigger with the key to the mistery Grand motta ain word don't mean shit to me Who gives a fuck what they think, and what they see Live how i got to live Give what i got to give Teach my kids positive, as well as the negative Hope to raise better kids The world needs a seditive, pray to god that we let him live --Cuz you bad guy!-- I'm the nigga of the century --The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me --You better mention me!-- I'm the nigga of the century --O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me (verse two){1:32 A nigga told me to keep hope alive Survive, and 95 'ill get you paradise So i tried, nigga had to swallow his pride But look into my eyes, i'm too wise to cook fries Twelveth grade graduation, summer vacation Mama said get the facin' on them applications Didn't know back then, i was too young Public school made me dumb as a motherfucker What should i do in my life Reverend Price, do you got some advice Before i roll the dice A nigga don't wanna shoot craps, cuz it ain't all fun and games When you tryin' to get that money mang Gangbang, maintain or slang cane T.V. got a nigga where he can't use his brain What the fuck you talkin' bout, choose or loose Bitch i don't know the motherfuckin' rules! (for real) --Cuz you bad guy!-- I'm the nigga of the century --The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me --You better mention me!-- I'm the nigga of the century --O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me (verse three){2:36 Who am i when it's do or die You can see a man's sould thru the human eye Can't spend all your lifetime gettin' high Cuz you and i got to do, for you and i Acktin' wild as a jevenile Now my whole life depends on the outcome of a trial Wait-pow! these people ain't playin' now Got to bring 85 percent of the time now Fuck that, rather roll with the ruff pack In the jet black, listenin' to ruff rap See it's quite simple, you bitches ass niggas don't know What i've been thru, the weather's presedential The warfare's mental, i sell my soul to the lord For the perfect instrumental And the number two pencil And all the hussle found in chromasones of my kinfolk --Cuz you bad guy!-- I'm the nigga of the century --The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me --You better mention me!-- I'm the nigga of the century --O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that's who!-- It ain't no mystery Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me --yeah, ok ok ok ok, call loko take it easy mang, choo got it! Choo leave it the fuckin' illest nigga to fuckin' shit you! Dess no problem withs that! gawn'na fuck dat! June have a fuckin' heart attack It's over! EVERYBODY KNOWS NOW! It's no fuckin' secret Joo know dis motherfucker, O - K A Y ?!! It's over! that's it, die !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!!-- (Ice Cube - 'Pushsin Weight' sample){4:03 ~I got that bomb...bomb...tit-tit... Tity-tit...tity-tity...tity bomb...bomb...bomb w-when I hit you uhh uhh uhh...~ |
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from Save The Last Dance (세이브 더 라스트 댄스) by Mark Isham [ost] (2000)
*I can't travel my block
And I can't have no picnics The sun don't shine But still it's hot And you tellin' me "Stop trippin'" When you walk outside You see the view But the world gets So so beautiful, Forgot my pretty lie My pretty lie My pretty lie Shots fired on 17th I know Some guy it ain't surprisin' I'm thinkin' of ways when I Can change my environment And I work two jobs every day, Eh yeah eh It seems like the struggle Just ain't worth my pain So onto the next little hustle May take in my name clean For my peeps to Stay outta trouble What's goin' on? What's goin' on? *Repeat Every night and I think of everyday What that brother Marvin Used to say to me And I tell me if I had one wish It would be just this That when I turn The TV off at night I can kiss your fine eyes *Repeat Now they tell me a lot of things They say I'm supposed to Be a little more grateful But I know the story's just Like Cain and Abel uh uh oh And to me it don't seem different I'm not changed You dreamt of changing And you change my ways *Repeat |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Real nigga shit..
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock Real nigga shit Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock Real nigga shit.. Here come The Villain again, grab your hoe and get the fuck outta town This nigga shit make the world go round It's that black nigga Ren, duck when I bust Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will, love to cuss You wanna fuck with us? Man, I wouldn't do it Ask this nigga here, his ass, we ran right through it You out actin like yo' shit be tight Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright Get the fuck out my site, I Ren-incarnate Droppin West coast shit in every motherfuckin state Motherfuckin legend, y'all niggaz be knowin You can leave yo' bitch and keep on goin I am Doggy Dogg bitch (beitch) love to hit a switch Never hit a bitch (beitch) love that gangsta shit Can I hear your flow? Can I fuck yo' hoe? Boy you hard on 'em - nigga you ain't know? When you testify, you got to keep it fly A lot of niggaz lie, shit we do or die E'ryday we high, it's like a nine to five I got my nina my |
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[Ice Cube - talking]
Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation [Nate Dogg] Na na na na na na na na (Westside) Na na na na na na na na (ohh ohh) Na na na na na na na na (what what) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na (yeah yeah) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na [Chorus] This day right here is really rough These girls out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck [W.C.] Homey I'm tired of the cowards parkin like this walkin like this From the concrete when they chalkin' like this And there he goes and a trick pose and a throw back Holdin' a gack ain't gonna bust and know that It's a dub ass C thang dub C brain And we don't kick it but bust it and kaki jeans strains I'm done movin I'm clearin the crowd It's the who bangin bandana cri-mi-ni-mi-nal, the ori-gi-nal [Mack 10] Evacuate the building look here come a plane No, it's the big bad Westside Connect Gang And bump what you plain homey this who bang With enough game to drive a swear broad insane And we number one gunners no we ain't stunners It's real with us partna, dealers and drug runners And Mack need a? in a H2 Hummer Lookin hotter than the South Central L.A. summer, let's go [Chorus] This day right here is really rough These girls out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck [Ice Cube] What the hell is Ice Cube talkin about That's how you get these here parked in you mouth Westside ride trick, the same old spit I don't conversate with chicks I ain't goin hit I don't holla at these pros that sing like Ashante Body like Beyonce, face like Andre (uhhh) You kinda but I'm with so my Andre got to be bomb rate [W.C.] Have you seen us, naw Haters can't see us Connect Gang we the G'est nigga Countless calls and countless charges Street niggas makin blunts out of Cuban cigars Big by the linnas sip notic by the liters With a flock of pros on us cause the cronic is And to my G's incarcerated and on probation I'ma stay bagin for the whole G Nation nigga [Chorus] Mack 10] It's a Gangsta Nation if you in you a G And the whole world influence by the b in the sea Now tell the truth rappers you don't bow like me Cause I'm really from the gang ya'll is industry And while I'm servin up and comin young hustlas and gluckas Bangin for the hood causin havic and ruckus You fools actin label kissin up like suckas And your trick solder down when you pee lil bustas [Ice Cube] One thing I do know I ain't the uno Big puno rap sumo on pruno (you know) I'd like to thank the congregation In my affiliation to the Gangsta Nation I'm hard on them, yeah I'm ruthless You like a stress sac, boy you useless You know the side trick, better get up on it Cause it must be a single with Nate Dogg singin on it [Mack 10] Look check this out man We got a Gangsta Nation goin down over here So ya'll might as well bow down And join this Westside thang man Cause once you get with this Partna you as G as can be Believe that homeboy It's like that Fred Red, what I'd tell you homey It ain't a hit till Nate Dogg spit [Nate Dogg + (Ice Cube)] This day right here is really rough These girls out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here don't fresh your luck Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na (Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na |
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from Gang Related (갱 릴레이션) [ost] (1997)
Now, if the greenbacks don't stack large on my side of the yard
I ain't fuckin with it This cake has got to be all icing baby Now I know I'm taking the biggest piece But God damn I'm the biggest fish with the biggest mouth bitch You wanna be rich right? (hell yeah) Well stick with me, do as I does, and be as I be We be stackin chips, packin clips, mackin chicks Laugh at tits, slappin dick, in yo' bitch (bitch!) Makin hoes, take these clothes, from these sto's Walkin slow, there go the po', now here we go Parking lot to the spot, marriott Cause what I got to make a knot, is very hot Who's at the do', go and check, I got the tec Tell him that you soakin wet, until he jet Now lift up your fuckin dress, where's the rest Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch You can jerk niggaz but you can't jerk me Hoe I only tell you once that this dick ain't free I'm talkin greed *chorus* Greed, give me everything that I need How you gon' deal with the niggaz that I feed (repeat 2x) We smokin weed, you and me Lookin for that currency (repeat 2x) Now bitch niggaz don't mean shit, from where I sit Magnificent blow your back out, if you act out Eighteen deep when the plane soar The bitch threw her tits asked my click who we pay for Penetrate the clouds, loud, and obnoxious Surround the airport with feds and helicopters Escorted, detained and deported Scared of the ly-rics, and when they bitches hear us We the clear-est, you can fear us Smile on the day of your dissapear-ance, smoke in mirr-ors Break em all, pull over and jump out Cause I can take em all, all bustas shake em all I'm at the mall, buyin shit, like hot dog on a stick These bitches all on the dick Ice cube ain't a lick (nope) make me bleed And now you got to deal with the niggaz that I feed, greed Uhh uhh uhh *pigs squeal* (give me more, give me more) greed, greed When you get your hands on it, wanna fawn it Wanna dance on it, everybody want it (repeat 2x) You punks is petty, still we steady, countin fetti I'm the one closin escrow, with the best flow (do you wear a vest? ) no Niggaz hit me i'ma turn into the crow *caw caw* and take a shit On everything counterfeit, the don mega Blade runner, in a beige hummer all summer It'd take about twelve honkeys, to convict The nigga makin you sick, ask the 12 monkeys Up in detroit holdin weed court, all through the south Picked up a ounce in shreveport My lead give head tunnels (boom!) To any motherfucker disgruntled exit wound, look like a funnel Worldwide, international jet set My niggaz love fuckin bitches that they just met Get it wet, and you can do anything When I'm in paris niggaz french-kiss the pinky ring *chorus* Yeah, ice cube, trillionaire I own a mansion and a yacht, haha We do it like it should be does Yeah, westside niggaz is very greedy, uhh Death row is very greedy Sic-wid-it records is very greedy Dangerous music greedy greedy greedy Ruthless records greedy, suave house, greedy Sosodef, greedy Rap-a-lot greedy as fuck No limit, hah, hella greedy, uhh Def jam greedy, we all know priority greedy as a motherfucker, hahaha Hey I got twenties on my benz you still fuckin with a gem What can you tell me, nigga? *pigs squeal* |
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from XXX2 : The Next Level (트리플엑스 2 : 넥스트 레벨) [ost] (2005)
Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Let 'em know When I'm rollin' in the low low You can't fuck with the smoke bowl Anybody seen the popo's? Anybody seen the popo's? Let 'em know When I'm rollin' in the low low I serve it to 'em slowmo Comin' from the west side, motherfuckin' alright Do this shit all night, leave your ass hog-tied Nigger, this is raw hide, mixed with the dark side Never will I walk by, punk, I'm the fall guy Nigger, you a small fry, looking at the hawk I Make you buck, I don't give a fuck, I Make you have to duck my motherfuckin' buckshot Bloody ass, BB's pulled out your buttocks These niggers want to know my name They want to know my game, I got plenty of aim They said, don't fuck with me 'Cuz if he pull them thangs, there goes your brains, now His girlfriend's Lois Lane and if you fuck with her You must smoke Cocaine, brother Why would you fuck with his? Blow up your kids and smoke your own mother Anybody seen the popo's? Anybody seen the popo's? Let me know Anybody seen the popo's? Anybody seen the popo's? Where they go? Anybody seen the popo's? Anybody seen the popo's? Let me know When I'm rollin' in my low low I serve it to you slowmo I'ma keep it real, man, fuck how they feel, man If your feelin' ill, man, go, take a pill I'ma keep this steel, man, straight at your grill, man You can tell opra, nigger, you can tell Bill But Mr. Cosby, this ain't a hobby Nigger, this the ghetto, just like sowheto Where niggers want to hurt you, there's no rehearsal There's no commercial when you're turning purple These niggers want to know my name They want to know my game, I got plenty of aim They said, don't fuck with me 'Cuz if he pull them thangs, there goes your brains, now His girlfriend's Lois Lane and if you fuck with her You must smoke Cocaine, brother Why would you fuck with his? Blow up your kids and smoke your own mother Anybody seen the popo's? Anybody seen the popo's? Let me know Anybody seen the popo's? Anybody seen the popo's? Where they go? Anybody seen the popo's? Anybody seen the popo's? Let me know When I'm rollin' in my low low I serve it to you slowmo, here they come That's the sound of the police, police That's the sound of the police, police Ain't nuthin' more important to me then payback I'm holding court in the streets Ain't nuthin' more important to me then payback I'm holding court in the streets Anybody seen the popo's? Anybody seen the popo's? Let me know Anybody seen the popo's? Anybody seen the popo's? Where they go? Anybody seen the popo's? Anybody seen the popo's? Let me know When I'm rollin' in my low low I serve it to you slowmo These niggers want to know my name They want to know my game, I got plenty of aim They said, don't fuck with me 'Cuz if he pull them thangs, there goes your brains, now His girlfriend's Lois Lane and if you fuck with her You must smoke Cocaine, brother Why would you fuck with his? Blow up your kids and smoke your own mother I gotta keep it gangsta, gangsta Keep it gangsta, gangsta Keep it gangsta, gangsta I gotta keep it gangsta, gangsta Keep it gangsta, gangsta Keep it gangsta, gangsta I gotta keep it gangsta, gangsta Keep it gangsta, gangsta Keep it gangsta, gangsta I gotta keep it gangsta, gangsta Keep it gangsta, gangsta Keep it gangsta, gangsta |
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from Boyz N The Hood (보이즈 앤 후드) [ost] (1991)
"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." |
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from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
Damn
I'm broke My feet hurt (Inside the mind of a car jacker.) And that bitch is slippin' It makes me wanna - creep It makes me wanna - creep (I got somethin' for your mind, your body, and your soul) (I got somethin' for your mind, your body, and your soul) Damn, I'm such a G it's pathetic Here comes the big-headed nigga that's dippin' Sippin' on Courvoisier Goddamn, I must have the floss today Now pimpin' ain't easy but it's necessary So I'm chasin' bitches like Tom chased Jerry I'll put the pedal to the flo' In my two-tone Ford Explo-a You know how it's done Sounds bumpin' ain't that somethin' Jumped on the 110 She's flyin' in the Blazer Like, "Go Speed Racer", but I ain't gonna chase her Like Racer X, but I don't flex 'Til it's time to have sex So when you wanna get togetha? 'Cause you know a nigga like me is down for whatever And I'm down for whatever When I was little, I didn't wanna be like Mike I wanted to be like Ike 'cause Papa was a rollin' stone in the '60s And he liked green just like Bill Bixby Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty Pockets never skinny Played "let's get it on" in the living room And when he gets drunk better give him room 'Cause he'll turn the party out Sayin' "This is my motherfuckin' house" And y'all gots to go through the door And if you can't find the door He'll help you with the 4-4 Talkin' much shit on the grass And straight down to blast I'm still in my P.J.'s He's in a turtleneck sweater And we down for whatever And I'm down Solid pro is down for whatever The Don Jagwar is down for whatever And it don't seem to stop Now, I don't talk a lot of shit But when it's time to get busy with these hos, let's go 'Cause I'd rather see a skinhead dead Than my niggas wearin' blue or red 'Cause I got the gift to hit them hos swift And I'm smellin like a fifth of somethin' Yeah, that's right I'm standin' in the store Koreans act so nice 'Cause I got potentials to blow up a Winchell's Donut and you know what? I'm cool like dat like Digable Planets But don't take a nigga for granted 'Cause, whether it's a verdict of the L.A. Four You just don't know That this rappin'-ass nigga will change with the weather And be down for whatever And I'm down - creep And I'm down for whatever Bumpin' in your Jeep Ice Cube - devoid of pop And I will never dance for you trick-ass niggas It makes me wanna - creep It makes me wanna - creep |
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from Ali G Indahouse (못말리는 알리) by Adam F [ost] (2002)
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come an |
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from Ice Cube - Lethal Injection (2003)
[phones ringing, babies crying]
white guy: Hi how you doin'? nurse: Doctor's office, could you hold please? Yes sir can I help you? white guy: Uh, yes I have a 4:00 appointment, I'm here to get my shot. nurse: Okay, come right with me. white guy: This isn't gonna take too long is it? nurse: Here we are, here have a seat right here. white guy: Oh great, thanks. nurse: The doctor will be right with you, and uh can we get you anything? white guy: Uh maybe a glass of water would be great. nurse: Okay great. [door shuts] white guy: Man what is taking so long? [door creaks open, funky music in the background] doctor Ice Cube: Yo wussup? white guy: Hi how you doin'? doctor Ice Cube: Good. Alright, let's see what we got here uhh, Mr. White huh? white guy: Yes sir that's me. doctor Ice Cube: [Chuckle] I heard you don't like shots do you? white guy: No I sure don't. doctor Ice Cube: Aw. You're a big boy this won't hurt a bit, just uh turn your head... white guy: Let's get this over with. doctor Ice Cube: Yeah uh, let's rub a little alcohol on there, right here, for you, and uh brace yourself this won't hurt. [click] |
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from Ice Cube - Lethal Injection (2003)
Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood like everybody from the hood is up to no good.
You think all the girls around here are trickin' up there lookin' like Superchicken At night I see your light through my bedroom window But I ain't got shit but the pad and pencil I can't wait till I hear you say "I'm going down, mayday, mayday." I'm gonna clown Cause every time that the pigs have got me y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi military force, but we don't want ya standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher "So fly like an eagle." But don't follow us wherever we go The shit that I'm saying, make it's heard Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird "Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird" "Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird" Now...My homey's here to lick on a trick for a Rolex And let me try the four next Now the four I was driving was hotter than July looked up and didn't see it whippin' in the sky Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom "Calling all cars, I think we've got em." I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood I think I drove through every single hood South Central, Compton and Watts Long Beach, bust a U, here come the cops Wish I had a genie with about three wishes Metal flake green on D's I look suspicious You know that I'm running Shit, I hear it humming Fuck, I see it coming Is it a bird? Yup Is it a plane? No I hit me a right on El Segundo Wanted to holla, had to ditch the Impala Let's see if they would folla me, hit a fence, hit a fence, and another met me a baby pitbull and his mother Ran up in some peoples house and looked out of the window I wish it was my ten-four had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third Cuz I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird "Just put his hat, ehrrr, he combed his hair and then put his hat back on. Errr, he's acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115 miles an hour, with the police chasing him. Ehm, they're not gonna be real happy when they catch up with him, no matter what, the eh... Ehrr, they hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse." Officer Bird's on his way, and I don't wanna see him could you please give me the keys to the B.M.? See, I didn't want to bank you but don't make me bank you, thank you Tried to get yo the hood, and you might guess that a fool like me woulda shot Cyrus Incognito, Ghetto Eagle Saying, "Fuck, where did he go?" I bust me a left from Rubellon. Park The 735 and I'm bailin' Went to my homegirl's house and got a hug man, She helped me run like Harriet Tubman Looked out the window by the black bed I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed Then the light from the bird hit me in the face I close the blinds cause I didn't wanna catch a case All that night, I heard the bird circle while I was eating fish and watching Urkel She said I could sleep on the couch By two A.M. I was digging her out Fuck the ghetto bird "Which way is he going now?" "Ok, now..now he's..he's actually southbound..on a service street.. and, uh...Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here and figure out which service street he suddenly turned off on. Uh, the sheriffs are..are...well I know that... sheriffs ground units got thrown off" Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird |
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from Ice Cube - Lethal Injection (2003)
[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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from Ice Cube - Lethal Injection (2003)
At these up late times, hardcore funkateers before the bop gun.
We unleash you a positive light. the bop gun can do you no harm. It frees yo mind, so yo kind can follow. (yeahhh.) So wide you can't get around it So low you can't get under it So high you can't get over it Iiiiiiii, can't get over it (ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit) (ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit) (ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit) (ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit) Well all right! (ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit) Attention all radio station jocks ... (ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit) Haw haw, got to be groovin' jammin' on yo box. (ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit) The mothership connection is upon you again. (ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit) Yeah, workin' up a sweat, is it wet yet? (ready or not, here we come Getting down for the one which we believe in) Verse 1: ice cube 1993, much more ba-e-ya-e-younce Ice cube comin' with the half ounce Not just knee deep, jeep fulla smog A, to, mic, dog Like ya behind, heard it through the grapevine How much longer will you be mine? And i'ma tell ya, I don't like drama So do I have to put my handcuffs on your mama 'cause bertha butt did her fuckin' boogie with her crew But I'd rather fuck you, boo And make you say humdrum, tweedee dum Humdrum don't succumb when I'm done, buckin' shit One nation under a groove gettin down for the fuck of it Tear the roof of this motherfucker like we did last night, son And hit you with the bop gun (george clinton) Here's my chance to dance my way Out of my constriction Gonna be freakin' up and down Hang up really late The groove I only got We shall all be moved Ready or not, here we come Gettin down for the one which we believe in (one nation under a groove Gettin down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now) {yeah.} Dance, sucka, dance! {yeah, heh heh. and it don't stop. sheeeit.} Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for Aw, feet don't fail me now! ha ha! (givin' you more of what you're funkin' for) Do you promise the funk {yep}, the whole funk, Nothin but the funk? {hit you with the bop gun, heh, Buss a cap with my bop gun, Gotta hit you with the bop gun, Buss a cap with the bop gun, hit you with the bop gun, Buss a cap with the bop gun, heh, 'cause I'm the top gun...} Ready. {yep} ready. {yep} ready. {yep, come on} (ready or not, here we come Gettin down on the one which we believe in) Verse 2: ice cube If you hear any noise, it's just me and the boys Playin with our toys M-1, cuz everybody's gotta have fun Under the sun, under the sun So rough, so tough when I get down The disco fiend with the monster sound I wants to get fucked up when I'm chillin', whoa The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill-in You let her funk me 'cause my funk is the best Comin from the west Kickin that shit be occupied, dedicated to the preservation motion of hips Hittin them dips, cd skips but I'm straight As I bounce, rock, skate, now I'll toast to that If it's rough, make the girls say "do that stuff! aw, do that stuff!" But ya got to be, you got to be a freak of the week For the top gun, hit you with the bop gun (one nation under a groove Gettin down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now) {trick! yeeah!} jus hit 'em with the bop gun! (one nation under a groove {heh} Gettin down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now) {get up with the bop gun...} (one nation under a groove ('bout time we got down, one time) Gettin down just for {the fuck of it, yeahh} One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now) (one nation under a groove (now everybody say) Gettin down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now) (here's my chance to dance my way Out of my constriction) (feet don't fail me now! ha ha!) {get 'em with the bop gun... I'm a' blast with the bop gun ... heh heh ... On yo ass with the with the bop gun ... I'm talkin' trash with the bop gun ... yeah And it don't stop And it won't stop} Here's my chance to dance my wayyy, Out of my constriction (yeahhh, feel the shit now!) {oh shit} ... hear ya say party over here fuck you over there! party over here fuck you over there! Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there! party over here fuck you over there! {oh yeah} Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there! party over here fuck you over there! Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there! party over here fuck you over there, nigga! Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there! party over here fuck you over there! Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there! party over here fuck you over there! (givin' you more of what you're funkin' for Feet don't fail me now) (that's right!) (do you promise the funk Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for Ooo, feet don't fail me now .... Can I get it on my good foot, good gawd ... 'bout time I got down one time) (can I get down one time) (ice cube) Do not attempt to adjust your radio There ain't nothin' wrong, so hit the bong Waitin' on the double dutch bus for a ride As the buffalo bitch go round the outside Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip Got daytons on the mothership And you can ring my bell if you need me to pass The dutchie on the left hand side for the sale Cuz nobody knows where the nose goes when the doors close Dog chow got the hoes Lookin' for the theme from the black hole Now I'll big bang you with my black pole Flashlight, red light, we don't like cops on the bike Just made bail, tonight So whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna have some fun with the bop gun (ready or not, here we come Getting down on the one which we believe in) (one nation under a groove (here is my chance to dance my wayyy) Gettin down just for the funk of it (one nationnnn) One nation and we're on the move (get it on my good foot, good gawd) Nothin can stop us now) (ha ha ha ha ha haeeee) (one nation under a groove Gettin down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now) (now I want everybody to put together this time ... hit me!) (one nation under a groove (can I get it on my good foot) Gettin down just for the funk of it (bout time I got down one time) One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now) (uh huh, uh huh, one nation) (one nation under a groove (can I get it on my good foot) Gettin down just for the funk of it (bout time I got down one time) One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now) (one nation under a groove (ooh yeah) Gettin down just for the funk of it (ooh yeah) One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now) (ha ha ha ha ha haeeee) (one nation under a groove Gettin down just for the funk of it (bout time I got down one time) One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us nowwwwww.) |
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from Ice Cube - Lethal Injection (2003)
Intro: k-dee, ice cube
(hey yo cube) Make it ruff (cube check it out) Whassup? (yo this bitch was suckin my dick, you know what I told her? ) What? (make the music with ya mouth biiiyaaatch!) Hahahaha, baby baby! (hahah ya like that) Make it ruff (naw, make it smooth) Verse one: ice cube, k-dee I make niggas say 'woof' cos I'm in the coupe with no roof (ya smell like somethin 90-proof) Cos I'm ruff, and nigga you can buck these nuts If you comin with that smooth shit, hard core rules shit (i make the hoes say 'hay' each and every day Bitch cos I'm the k-dee, no I'm not a g) Mothafuckin wannabe mack (but I'm smooth like that) I gots ta buck...you...right on up, punk you lucky that cha livin Cos I'm the unforgiven; I like power, ain't a damn thing funny (i like pussy and money And I won't slam like onyx or never ever stutter But I'm b-b-butter; Leader of the new school, you hard core fool!) Nigga make it ruff! (make it smooth!) and I'm here Make it ruff (naw, make it smooth.) Verse two: k-dee, ice cube (k-dee) You can lick me up and down till I yell stop! Damn bitch ya missed a drop...cos I don't play when I sway It's the quicker picker upper; A pro that moves slow before this hoe I'm quick To dump her; so eeny-meeny-miney-mo, where's my dough? I gots ta make a livin, I out ta get mo; Money, and got more nuts for ya honey; so Come and break me off, this nigga's walkin soft; It's the smoothness that make niggas move to this; For you ruffnecks, I'll check you with my tool and shit; Don't sweat 'em, just let 'em play that hardcore Role; we still cool, but just make it smooth... (ice cube) You know what, it's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from goin under, I'm chocolate thunder; Ruff as sin, cuts on ya skin And I blend with the tracks, see I'm black K-dee is the mack; matter fact Niggas hit me up with the c's and b's But you don't wanna fuck wit these Cos I'll put 'em on ya And we'll have to wake ya mothafuckin ass up with ammonia Cos hardcore rap is always on the map and it don't stop Devoid of pop; and if I drop another smooth hit It'll still be hard, cos I helped start this shit; So make it ruff (naw make it smooth!) Make it ruff! (make it smooth!!) Make it ruff! (make it smooth!!) Make it ruff (..naw...make it smooth.) Make it- make it ruff (naw, make it smooth.) Verse three: ice cube, k-dee I hate when niggas get too fuckin sexy on the track, I'm pro black. (well I'm a pro-mack.) I like hittin switches. (i love hittin bitches, cos I'm a player.) Hard rhyme sayer! (i thought you knew, but ain't no thang, you knew the way I swang; Creepin, ain't no sleepin, ain't a damn thing changed; I hit hoe after Hoe with this laid-back shit.) Fool, I kill at will and still can fade that shit; cos it's the Predator, I edit(? ) her, so nigga watch yo step! (you in a gang like starr, tryina get a rep!) It ain't no sweat for me to buck buck nigga don't give a fuck; you Better duck duck or get your ass stuck stuck! (don't let the smooth shit fool ya, cos I can get it on; cos I be Breakin bones like dragonfly jones; quick to put em on ya.) Don't make me act a fool! nigga, make it ruff! (make it smooth!) and I'm in here... Make it ruff Make it ruff (make it smooth) Make- make it- make it ruff ...make it ruff (make it smooth!) Make it ruff Ice cube's up in this motherfucker (k-dee's up in this motherfucker) Make it ruff (naw make it smooth.) Make it ruff (naw, make it smooth!) Make- make it ruff- ruff Make- make it ruff (naw make it smooth.) Make it ruff- ruff (naw, make it smooth.) (naw, naw, make it smooth) (naw, make it smooth) |
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from Ice Cube - Lethal Injection (2003)
Damn
I'm broke My feet hurt (Inside the mind of a car jacker.) And that bitch is slippin' It makes me wanna - creep It makes me wanna - creep (I got somethin' for your mind, your body, and your soul) (I got somethin' for your mind, your body, and your soul) Damn, I'm such a G it's pathetic Here comes the big-headed nigga that's dippin' Sippin' on Courvoisier Goddamn, I must have the floss today Now pimpin' ain't easy but it's necessary So I'm chasin' bitches like Tom chased Jerry I'll put the pedal to the flo' In my two-tone Ford Explo-a You know how it's done Sounds bumpin' ain't that somethin' Jumped on the 110 She's flyin' in the Blazer Like, "Go Speed Racer", but I ain't gonna chase her Like Racer X, but I don't flex 'Til it's time to have sex So when you wanna get togetha? 'Cause you know a nigga like me is down for whatever And I'm down for whatever When I was little, I didn't wanna be like Mike I wanted to be like Ike 'cause Papa was a rollin' stone in the '60s And he liked green just like Bill Bixby Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty Pockets never skinny Played "let's get it on" in the living room And when he gets drunk better give him room 'Cause he'll turn the party out Sayin' "This is my motherfuckin' house" And y'all gots to go through the door And if you can't find the door He'll help you with the 4-4 Talkin' much shit on the grass And straight down to blast I'm still in my P.J.'s He's in a turtleneck sweater And we down for whatever And I'm down Solid pro is down for whatever The Don Jagwar is down for whatever And it don't seem to stop Now, I don't talk a lot of shit But when it's time to get busy with these hos, let's go 'Cause I'd rather see a skinhead dead Than my niggas wearin' blue or red 'Cause I got the gift to hit them hos swift And I'm smellin like a fifth of somethin' Yeah, that's right I'm standin' in the store Koreans act so nice 'Cause I got potentials to blow up a Winchell's Donut and you know what? I'm cool like dat like Digable Planets But don't take a nigga for granted 'Cause, whether it's a verdict of the L.A. Four You just don't know That this rappin'-ass nigga will change with the weather And be down for whatever And I'm down - creep And I'm down for whatever Bumpin' in your Jeep Ice Cube - devoid of pop And I will never dance for you trick-ass niggas It makes me wanna - creep It makes me wanna - creep |
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from Ice Cube - Lethal Injection (2003)
Intro:
Every january 16th, it's "the dreamer, the dreamer." And all of you say, "i have a dream; the dreamer." And what did he dream? it stuck him right there. And little black boys, and little white girls Will one day hold hands together. Shit. Is that where it's at? is that where it's at now? Them little blacks hands are yours. You can't hold the black brothers' hands? But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands Before you hold each other's hands? You gonna walk with your enemy Before you learn to walk with one another? How sick can you be? (enemy) Verse one: Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot Where you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot Supercat said that the ghetto red hot Bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot Nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it Buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it Listen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive God will survive, him protect the civilized Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies? Not me, not me Me never eat from the tree with the apple I'd rather have a snapple Do you know where you're going to Do you know where you're runnin from Scared of the sun, I live in the sun You shrivel up like a raisin And burn like the blunt that I'm blazin Ku klux klan scared of my nutty beats Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets Out number you somethin like 15 to 3 See, don't love your enemy Chorus Enemies, enemy runnin from the g Enemies, enemy, you're my enemy Enemies, enemy, when will I see? Enemies, enemy r.i.p. Verse two: Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya? J. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire Me not afraid, cause me know elijah Goin to the east but straight from the westside Swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride Through the fire, through the fire that will please us I know that farrakhan is your baby jesus Devil don't you know I'm a soldier? In god's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya Like folger's crystals feds I'ma pick your ass like juan valdez You don't care if me die from the cracka You don't care if me have a heart attacka You don't care if me get car jacka You don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka Now it's judgement day, and allah'll never play "freedom got an ak," them guerilla say Bobby seale said, "please make it rough, bro" When God give the word, me herd like the buffalo Through your neighborhood, watch me blast Tribe of shabazz, get in that ass You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me Now you're just a enemy Chorus Verse three: Now I change my style up, my style up,bodies pile up Just to trouble you, throwin out the w Sent me a subpoena Cause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina Each and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet With the heavy a to the muthafuckin k Now you treat me like a germ Cause your scared of the su - per sperm Please don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies Nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose Ya scared i'ma put this bone in your hoes But I don't wanna, I've been to cona From the cavebitch with the nasty persona Hit me with the big black billy club Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub And it's really scary, now they're in the military Sodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah, Bible, holy qur'an Once again it's on, got the hollow point teflon And the brother ron 2x, so who's next? (devil) With dub c, brother g Crazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy High off the hennesy Hundred ten degree, no it's not tennesee West l.a., what the hell can I say? Niggas wanna play, each and every day Pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j Rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka? Handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper Grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her They call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt Knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work Master farad muhammad comin like a comet When they see em, they all start to vomit 1995, elijah is alive Lewis farrakhan, noi Bloods and crips and little ol me And we all gettin ready for the enemy |
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from Ice Cube - Lethal Injection (2003)
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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from Ice Cube - Lethal Injection (2003)
[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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from Ice Cube - Death Certificate (2003)
[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! |
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from Ice Cube - Death Certificate (2003)
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 |
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from Ice Cube - Death Certificate (2003)
[Cube]:What The F**k?
[Lench]:Hey Faggot Or Nigga [Cube]:Hey Slut |
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from Ice Cube - Death Certificate (2003)
* 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!" |
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from Ice Cube - Death Certificate (2003)
(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) |
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from Ice Cube - Death Certificate (2003)
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" |
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from Ice Cube - Death Certificate (2003)
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 |
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from Ice Cube - Death Certificate (2003)
Damn We Burn Up Niggas
Feeling Fucked By Lench Mob Niggas Don't Be A Bitch Girl It Is A Fuckin Death Bitch |
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from Ice Cube - Death Certificate (2003)
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) |
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from Ice Cube - Death Certificate (2003)
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! |
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from Ice Cube - Death Certificate (2003)
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! |
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from Ice Cube - Death Certificate (2003)
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... |
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from Ice Cube - Death Certificate (2003)
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... |
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from Ice Cube - Death Certificate (2003)
"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." |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Ice Cube with The Lench Mob, I got it goin on
A nigga that's livin in the city of the criminal zone One-time can't keep the law in order cos everybody's goin crazy for a quarter You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area The way I'm talkin I'm scarin ya I'm darin ya to raise hell and bail and brag and sag or beat down for ya flag Cos if you is or you ain't a gangbanger Keep one in the chamber Cos you'll get them thangs put on ya son Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1 All the ol' school house fellows are crooks So I get jealous looks They keep thinkin did my hair grow? Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube? Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay I keep my 9 anyway for the day one of my homies wanna squab I'm still rollin wit The Lench Mob (AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted) Back in the day I did my share of dirt Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes people got hurt But if you know me, you know that I'm liable to bust a cap cos it's all about survival of the fittest I'm a menace crook I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book From the shit I took from people I reap all your fat shit, jack Back to the criminals sect I leave crew after crew but they can't catch me yet Cos I'm slick and slippery They can't get wit me, cops ain't shit to me I can't dig a pig so I drop the dogs and sweat em like sweathogs and get mad, mad cos I'm the nigga that flaunt it AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted Aiyo, here's what the poster read: 'Ice Cube is wanted dead' That's all it said I put heads to bed and fled the scene wit all the green Hear shots and si-reens When I feen first they yo' rings, now they my rings So give it up punk and then I just put another jack in progress It's the American way cos I'm the G-A-N-G-S-T-A Ice Cube - a motherfuckin cut-throat and tried to catch the early bird but they slept, so who gets the worm? And if I'm caught in a trap you know I'ma beat the rap with a payoff, cop gotta lay off FBI on my dick, stay off! I'm not a rebel or a renegade on a quest I'm a nigga with a 'S' on his chest so get the Kryptonite cos I'm a rip tonight Cos I'm scarin ya, wanted by America (Aiyo Cube man, they on your ass) Word, but who the fuck is heard? It's time to take a trip to the suburbs Let em see a nigga invasion Point blank for the caucasian Cock the hammer then crack that ol' smile Take me to your house, pal Got to the house, my pockets got fat, see Crack the safe, got the money and the jewelry Three weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D Had a little fly ass bitch wit me Sittin in a dig, yo it couldn't be (Whattup G?) Saw my face on TV Damn (oh shit!) I didn't know I lucked out Struck out, I gotta get the fuck out Pack my bags and tried to hit the door when the ol' bitch down the street must've turned me in Cos the feds was out there ten deep I got hassled and gaffled in the back seat I think back when I was robbin my own kind The police didn't pay it no mind But when I start robbin the white folks Now I'm in the pen wit the soap-on-a-rope I said it before and I'll still taunt it Every motherfucker with a colour is most wanted |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Now the taste of alcohol is filling up my bladder
What's the date and time it don't matter Had a pocket full of phone numbers I was trying to sort To make a long story short Ran into this girl named carla Knew her from the back seat of my homie's impala She said what's up yeah what's the deal Check the hairdo of course it ain't real Then I looked down she was fat in the front I asked how long, well about seven months Oh how time flies when you're having fun She said yeah but the damage is done Where you been, on a little vacation Oh by the way congratulations Who's the lucky man? I don't have a clue Then she said the lucky man is you I dropped my brew And everything looked fuzzy Not a baby by you the neighborhood hussy She said yeah remember that date I thought back and tried to calculate Then I said damn are you sure it's mine Cause I know you been tossed plenty of times She said that day no I wasn't whoring Your ass is mine that's when the sweat started pouring Cause all I saw was ice cube in court Paying a gang on child support Then I thought deep about giving up the money What I need to do is kick the bitch in the tummy Naw cause then I'd really get faded That's murder one cause it was premeditated So what I'm a do I don't have a clue How many months left damn only two I'm gettin faded No cigar, g Ay yo homey man I'm getting faded It's crazy cause before I could sleep with her I had to duck and dodge and try to creep with her See the booty and the front was all in place But the girl had the pitbull face So we ran jumped drove swam crawled hid Oh lord God forbid My homies see me at the motel Cause those fools would love to just go tell Everybody in the hood that knows your rep So jump in the back seat and quiet is kept And hold your big fat butt steady Cause yo hoe I got the paper bag ready She started moaning and gobbling like a turkey I knocked the boots from here to albuquerque I dropped her off man and I'm knowing That I'm a hate myself in the morning I got drunk to help me forget Yo another day another hit shit I'm gettin faded Ay yo you know what time it is Nine months later she's ready to drop the load And everybody in the hood already knows It's supposed to be mine so they laughing at me You know ice cube can't be having that g I'm thinking to myself why did I bang her Now I'm in the closet looking for the hanger Jd and jinx and t-bone won't let up they won't shut up I'm gettin fed up bitch Cause I know you're tryin to break me But if I find out your tryin to fake me I'm a buff that duff for a hoot Beat ya down and leave a crown or two That night she went into labor And the shit is getting kinda major The baby came out damn it was a lifesaver Looking like my next-door neighbor She said it was mine that was her best guess But let's check the results of the blood test I started smiling yeah cause it read negative Damn why did I let her live? After that I should've got the gat And bust and rushed and illed and peeled the cap But no I just told the hoe who laid me Excuse me bitch it's a switch You can't fade me Naw baby not this way Yo you ain't playing ice cube out like no booger I don't fall for the okey-doke And before I fall for the okey-doke I let the pistol smoke Now sing it Yeah baby you can't fade me Naw unfadable baby |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho I knocked on the door - "who is it? " It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit to ya And what's up with the niggers in the parking lot She said fuck em, cause they get sparked alot I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable And then I put my nikes on the coffee table Her brother walked in he's into gangbangin Cause he walked up and said "what set you claimin" I don't bang I write the good rhymes The whole scenery reminded me of good times I hate to feel bad but I'm in a rut By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth And fired up the sess it was sess no doubt She said please excuse my house and all that I said yeah cause I was buzzed from the contact Lookin at a fucked up black and white Her mom's bitchin cause the county check wasn't right She had another brother that was three years old And had a bad case of the runny nose He asked me who I was then I had to pause It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers I saw her sister that needs get her ass kicked Only thirteen and already pregnant I grabbed the forty out the bag and took a swig Cause I was getting overwhelmed by bebe kids They were runnin and playin and cursin and yellin And tellin and look at this young punk bailin I heard a knock on the door without the password And her mom?s got the 12 guage mossberg The nigga said "yo, what's for sale" And the bitch came out with a bag of ya-yo She made the drop and got the 20 dollars From a smoked out fool with ring around the collar The girl I was waiting for came out I said bitch I didn't know this was a crack house I got my coat and suddenly ... (police breaking into house annoucing themselves) The cop busted in and had a mac-10 pointed to my dome And I said to myself once again it's on He threw me on the carpet no slap jumped back Stomped on my head and put his knee in my back First he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up I said fuck how much abuse can a nigga take Hey yo officer you're making a big mistake Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case He said get out my face I musta had a grudge His reply tell that bullshit to the judge The girl I was with wasn't sayin nothin I said aiyyo bitch you better tell em somethin She started draggin and all of a sudden We all got tossed in the patty wagon Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point I had a warrant so I spent 2 weeks in the joint Now the story you heard has one little object Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects! |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Intro: Little Russ, Ice Cube
[story-teller] Once upon a time, in the black part of the city [young kid] Yo G, yo G you better get out of here man, 5-0 [door swings shut, car peels out] [Russ] Yo Ice Cube, man [Cube] Whassup man? [Russ] Why you... [Cube] Whassup? [Russ] Yo Ice Cube man, why you always kickin the shit about the bitches and the niggaz? Why don't you kick some shit about the kids, man? The fuckin kids?! [Cube] Word Verse One: Ice Cube Little boys and girls, they all love me Come sit on the lap of I-C-E And let me tell ya a story or two About a punk-ass nigga I knew Named Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick Ran up the street cause he was piping hot Met a bitch named Jill on the bus stop Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe At that type of shit he's a pro So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch a lil nap Dumb bitch, gave him the claps Then he had to go see Dr. Bombay Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way To make some money, why not? Down on Sesame Street, the dope spot There he saw the lady who lived in a shoe Sold dope out the front, but in back, marijuana grew For the man that was really important Who lived down the street in a Air Jordan Ride to the fellow Mister Rogers and hoes Drove a 500 sittin on Lorenzoes He broke out, Little Bo Peep, smoked out Saw, her and her friends sellin sheepskins [Little Bo Peep] Yo yo I got them sheepskins Yo, my empty sheepskins Yo baby, what's up with that? Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock I don't doubt it, she is kind of freaky of course Had a fight with Snow White, she was fuckin her dwarfs Saw a fight over colors, too Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue A bad influence? Yo I don't know But Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the story should go Interlude: Little Russ Yeah money, that's it, yeah money, that's it This is Little Russ in the house Rock that shit homey, rock that shit! [Well, you know the rest] Verse Two: Ice Cube Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall With a joint, drinkin some 8-ball Three little pigs in a Coup de Ville Lookin for, the wolf to kill They're fucked up and they want revenge Them and Humpty used to be friends Now they're enemies cause he's a traitor Pulled out the Uzi cruised by and sprayed him Cinderella hoeing for the fellas And Mister Rogers is gettin mighty jealous Of the cash that the pigs were makin Time for the pigs to get turned to bacon Cause Mister Rogers found out quick That Humpty Dumpty was blown to bits They said that the motherfuckin wolf was next So Mister Rogers better watch his step So he let the wolf know We're gonna fuck up the pigs, and take their ho Cause Cinderella is much too fast Before twelve, givin up ass Double barrels all loaded and cocked As soon as they show, they gonna get popped They bailed down Sesame Street and caught em Little Boy Blue is up front givin orders Little did they know Cinderella was a fink She called the cops and got thrown in the clink A bad influence? Yo, I don't know But Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the stories should go Outro: Little Russ, Ice Cube [Cube] Aiyyo man was that dope enough for you? [Russ] Yeah you aight, you in the house We outta here, seeeee-yaaaaa [Cube] Yeah you better go home before I whoop your little bad ass [Barney Rubble] Some bedtime story huh? [Bugs Bunny] It's a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't wanna live here [Andrew Dice Clay] Ay, good ol' Mother Goose, remember her? I fucked her |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
You can't fuck with the criminal rapping over gangsta shit
First I load the clip and then I make the hit I know some y'all can't fade this Lench mob niggas are the craziest So you and your boys are ass-out When I'm rollin in a seven-deuce glass house The mob ain't nothing but a menace When we get the motherfucking dog in us Playing them old beats I'm pouring out some of my beer for my homies Ready to peel your cap You can't believe "faces of death" on wax Some say the mob ain't positive Man fuck that shit cause I gots to live How I live and you could either give a fuck punk Yo or get your ass bucked Some rappers are heaven-sent But self-destruction don't pay the fucking rent So you can either sell dope or get your ass a job I'd rather roll it wit the lench mob To be down with the mob is simple Mind your own you want a spot find your own And take mine if you're badder than the strong man I do the right thing I do the wrong thing Do anything cause I ain't faking the scene It's all about how much bacon you bring And if you see something from the gat I will stuff it Yo you ain't seen nothing Cause if you testify you're living blind Cause in the city you live and let die Rolling with the fools one time can't beat On my knees in the street interlock my hands and feet He said "i know you" I said "you might My name is ice cube I did a song you didn't like" So he soaked me up like bounty Had to do a week in the county A piece of cake it was just like a party Cause in the county you know everybody No I didn't kill or steal or rob Locked up for what cause I'm rollin wit the lench mob If you know a female that's rollin with the lench mob Watch your step cause the gat is kept In the purse like my homegirl yo-yo You gotta be down and you can't be a hoe no Cause if you are I'll be the first one to bust you out After my crew I'll be the first one to rush you out Get the picture or bitch You'll get the eighty-six If she wanna try and mix Business and pleasure make up your own mind You gotta be a hoe on your own time Don't sleep cause even on a solo creep Yo the mob is still deep And we'll play ya just like a nit-wit You thought you got with the crew you can't get with So get the noose ready for the lynching Now 235 is what I'm benching But nowadays it's still not enough I got something guaranteed to stop the bum rush Give me the gat, step back, and watch me do the job Rolling with the motherfucking lench mob |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Women they're good for nothing no maybe one thing
To serve needs to my ding-a-ling I'm a man who loves the one-night stand Cause after I do ya Huh I never knew ya Cause to kick it man it gives me the fits They wanna lay with they nose under your armpits Ice cube won't wait so give it up cow After we do it you can go home now I'm a brother with a big long... (yo-yo) First of all let me tell you my name it's yo-yo When down on a girl first the fist and that's a no-no Yo-yo thinks the kitchen sink should be thrown in Niggas be scheming and fiending to stick the bone in No, yo-yo's not a hoe or a whore And if that's what you're here for Exit through the door There's more To see of me but you're blind so Women like me are fading brothers in the 9-0 (ice cube) Ay what up buttercupper miss yo-yo I know you like to rap and like to flow so But when it comes to hip-hop this is a man's world Stay down and play the playground you little girl (yo-yo) What you're saying I don't consider it as rapping Cause you're on rewind and I'm the new what's-happening It never fails I'll always get respect And you lose so take a rain check (ice cube) Hell no cause you know that I'm first and you're second If it wasn't for me you probably be pregnant And barefoot complaining that your back is aching Shaking and faking while I'm bringing home the bacon (yo-yo) Well you're mistaken It's not going that far I make brothers like you play the back yard You used to flow with the title but I took it Bring home the bacon but find another hoe to cook it (ice cube) Damn it look it Cause you're talking a lot of bull (yo-yo) Well I'm not your puppet so don't even try to pull (ice cube) This is a man's world thank you very much (yo-yo) But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch break (ice cube) Ah miss yo-yo so what gives I hear females always talkin about women's lib Well get your own crib And stay there Instead of having more babies for the welfare Cause if you don't I'll label you a gold digger The name is ice cube you know that I ain't the nigga For you to look at when your hair get nappy So take a piece of the pole and be happy (yo-yo) Hell no because to me you're not a thriller You come in the room with your three-inch killer Thinking you can do damage to my backbone Leave your child in the yard until it's full-grown I'm a put it like this my man Without us your hand would be your best friend So give us credit like you know you should If I don't look good you don't look good (ice cube) I doubt it baby cause we're still most dominant (yo-yo) But you don't know how funky that I can get (ice cube) This is a man's world thank you very much (yo-yo) But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch break (ice cube) Man women I put a lot of fear in em Cause I had it up to here with em Drink a beer with em No way cause I can only deal with em about an hour every day Yeah if you know what I mean baby (yo-yo-) Well I guess now that I think about it I think maybe If you was more of a man instead of faking it Women deserve the credit when they're making it (ice cube) Yeah so what's the problem (yo-yo) Well I think we solved it I know they know the best male from who's doggin it (ice cube) Yeah I admit you can flow (yo-yo) Well that's true (ice cube) But you see I'm a pro with the bank too (yo-yo) Yeah I can see you got it good (ice cube) Oh that I know (yo-yo) But you see you're not better than yo-yo The brand-new intelligent black lady (ice cube) You're kinda dope but you still can't fade me (yo-yo) So what up then (ice cube) Girl what you tryin to do (yo-yo) To prove a black woman like me can bring the funk through (ice cube) This is a man's world thank you very much (yo-yo) But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch (ice cube) Or a big butt... |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss
Too much knowledge kicked then you're lost In a shuffle of feet, jinx the fiddler And I control your mind like hitler You bow and vow to authority See now, a sucker with a style just boring me So I show k.n.o.w. L.e.d.g.e. it might trouble you Then I transform like a decepticon With a mic as a bomb In my right palm But I don't stay calm So panic Others can't flow so they go schizophrenic You thought I dropped a dud in your face Until you taste the blood of the bass Then you faint, or better yet pass out When I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out You think you're raw so you draw You lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue The whole town saw in awe as you strangle A noose on your neck, and you dangle From side to side in the blazing heat You're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off You feel you're turning red, it's said That your head burst And this is only the first verse Of the bomb (break) Don't break up the fight let them rumble Over the years I've watched some go super-bad quick Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach Now ask yourself, who's stupid? I take funky funky beats and I loop it And pimp slap you in the face with the bass And the boom from the bomb that I drop Stop You have a flat top as a fashion I love black women with a passion But when they gotta go and show their ass in I gotta clown the hoes, yeah You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres They'll steer you wrong Ice cube's got it going on, hit me For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme The system ain't wholesome They want to put a young brother in folsom And others see me on lockdown But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word To the brother that rolls the herb Everybody getting knocked to the curb like that Jinx got the gat, and it's a fact He'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap Now who's the mack? Who's the hoe? Who's the trick? I got many, many styles won't you take a pick But don't be alarmed When I trip and stumble and fumble And drop the (rewind) Drop the bomb (break) I'm solo, you ask how I'm living Still dropping more shit than a pigeon With the l, the e, the n, the c, the h, The m, the o, the b, the great Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha It's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers And if you try to upset the pot son You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun I make the beats, I make the breaks I make the rhymes that make you shake Make you find Ice cube never caught in the middle I make shit to kick you in the ass a little And still never hesitate to stutter step Or bust a repitition on the mic Still dissing all the hype From left to right How many left to fight? So what that lench mob like? |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Intro:
Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up Whassup nigga? Get over there... shit Ya lil punk ass nigga C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy God damnit you stop that shit now Take him to jail and get him the hell from in front of this house Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man Whassup? Wait a minute? There are police, go! Verse One: Give me that beat fool, it's a full time jack move Chilly Chill, yo homie mack the track move And I'll jack any Tom, Dick and Hank That's the name of the SUCKERS I done ganked I get away from a copper Drop a dime, I'll break you off somethin proper With the L-E-N-C-H-M-O-B T-Bone and that's J.D. And here's how we'll greet ya Stop fool, come off that beat ya feel dumb cause you're caught in the dark (ya lil nuttin ass mark) Raise up, cause you cant' have it back You said - "I ain't never got gaffled like that" Off the end of the gat you choke Short Dog's in the house - "Whattup loc?" Nuttin but a come up Gimme that bass, and don't try to run up Cause you'll get banked somethin sweet Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin for beats Verse Two: Huh, and even if you're down with my crew *Yo Chuck man, i don't understand this man You got to slow down* I jack them too And then we'll freak it Kick that bass, and look what we did Fade the grade, played, and made a few mil and I keep stealin Ice Cube'll make it funky But right about now - *let's get up in the hump* But I don't party and shake my butt I leave that to the brothers with the funny haircuts And it'll drive you nuts Steal your beat, and give it that gangsta touch Like jackin at night Say hi to the three fifty-seven I'm packin And it sounds so sweet Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin for beats Verse Three: Ice Cube, will take a funky beat and reshape it Locate a dope break, and then I break it And give it that gangsta lean Dead in your face as I turn up the bass I make punk suckers run and duck because I don't try to hide cause you know that I love to jack a fool for his beat and then I'm outtie So when I come to your town don't crowd me Cause I know, you're gonna wanna kick it with me But I know, none of y'all can get with me So you think you're protected Well you are til you put a funky beat on a record Then I have to show and prove and use your groove Cause suckers can't fade the Cube And if I jack you and you keep comin I'll have you marks a 100 Miles and Running! *stop stop stop stop stop! sa-prize, niggaz* |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Verse One:
Up early in the morning, dressed in black Don't ask why? 'Cause I'm down in a suit and tie They killed a homie that I went to school with (Damn!) I tell ya life ain't shit to fool with I still hear the screams of his mother While my nigga laid dead in the gutter (Shit!) And it's getting to my temple Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo? It makes me so mad I want to get my sawed-off And have some bodies hauled off But no, I pay my respects and I'm through (whaddup Cube?) Hug my crew, and maybe shed a tear or two And I wanna get blitz Grab my 40 ounce and then I reminisce About a brother who had to be the one and only So I dedicate this to my dead homiez... Verse Two: Another homie got murdered on a shakedown {three gun shots} And his mother is at the funeral, havin' a nervous breakdown Two shots hit him in the face when they blasted {two gun shots} A framed picture and a closed casket A single file line about 50 cars long All drivin' slow with they lights on He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath What good is that when you're six feet deep? I look at that shit and gotta think to myself And thank God for my health 'Cause nobody really ever know When it's gonna be they family on the front row So I take everything slow, go with the flow Shut my motherfuckin' mouth if I don't know(Word!) 'Cause that's what Pops told me But I wish he could have said it...to my dead homiez Verse Three: I remember we painted our names on the wall for fun Now it's "Rest in Peace" after every one Except me, but I ain't the one to front Seems like I'm viewin' a body after every month Plus, I knew him when he was yea big Pour beer on the curb before I take a swig But somethin' ain't right And it's a tragedy, that's the only time that the family's tight Lovin' each other in a caring mood There's lots of people and lots of food They say "Be Strong" and you're tryin' But how strong can you be when you see your Pops cryin'? So that's why Ice Cube's dressed up Because the city is so fuckin' messed up And everybody is so phony Take a little time...to think about your dead homiez. |
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from Ice Cube - The Predator (2003)
One two three and I come with the wicked
style and you know that I’m from the wicked crew act like you knew cos I got everybody jumpin to the voodoo Pick it wicked rhymes picket signs While me and the mob gotta truck full of 9’s] Play ya and I’ll slay ya I got thug made dough by the hey a Ready to BUCK BUCK BUCK and it’s a must to DUCK DUCK DUCK before I bust Lookin for the one that did it but like En Vogue, no you’re never gonna get it Cos I’m the one with the fat mad skills and I won’t choke like the Buffalo Bills Sittin at the pad just chillin cos Larry Parker just got two million, oh what a feelin So shake that nigga and pass me the pill and I’ll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O’Neal Like it, dig it, maybe and watch that ??? ??? Kick it cos I get wicked Chorus: (some toaster, once again won’t translate to avoid offending) Verse 2: Won’t say nuttin, just listen Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison Come my way and get served Still got a duece that’ll bunny hop the curb Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin Never seen with a happy grin Show the fat foul cos I’m down Take a look around and all you see is big black boots steppin Use my steel toe as a weapon Kick ya and flip ya, now they want to label this nigga, tape with the sticker Kickin out girls that’s nicety Yo, I gotta body count like Ice-T From here to New York I get skins and ain’t talkin bout pork Swine, pig, dick Listen to the flow of a so-called negro who didn’t know I was funky as Wilson Pickett Dig it cos I get wicked Chorus Verse 3: People wanna know how come I gotta gat and I’m lookin out the window like Malcolm Ready to bring that noise Kinda trigger happy like the *?guitar boys?* April 29th was power to the people and we might just see a sequel cos police got equal pay A horse is a pig that don’t fly straight Doin Darryl Gates but is Willie Williams down with the pilgrims Just a super slave We’ll have to break his ass up like Super Dave I’m wicked enough to board this Cos now it’s on to the fullest Gorilla straight from the mist But I don’t miss when it comes to this Bring the yellow tape The white cape, cos I’m so straight Thru with the picket signs, take his job and stick it Bigot, cos I get wicked |
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from Ice Cube - The Predator (2003)
It's on like Donkey Kong
You wanted that fast buck now I gotta light that ass up The nigga with the big fat trigger Don't test me, gravedigger had to take a swig of the ST, remember the time we first met up You threw your set up now you gotta get wet up BOOM! PING! BUCK! POW! Now who's that nigga with the diff'rent style? Uhh, ya wanted ta trip It's all about the clip and who can empty it First mate, they made day AK and I'll Kurtis Blow ya ass away like AJ I'm almost certain I'm put on the hurtin Bitch, it's curtains! Locced in my motherfuckin head Gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared You in danger, Mr Gangbanger It ain't cool to take nappy from a stranger Wit'cha drive-by's it took time to catch ya but now I gotta wet'cha Chorus: Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha) Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha) I'm comin ta get'cha (get'cha) You better hope I don't catch ya (catch ya) (You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger (You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger S-I-M-I Valley for the KKK, rally A place on the map where the order is 4 devils can beat up a motorist and get nothin but a slap on the wrist Gorillas, gorillas report to the mist The fist of fury and I'ma shove em Motherfuck the jury and who ever love em Why you have to leave it to Beaver? Now I'm chasin Beaver' ass with a cleaver With the swing, swing, swing and chop, chop, chop Get them on, nigga cos tonight we're havin chopped liver And I'ma cut out'cha heart Start the fryin pan for the devil a'la carte Twelve motherfuckers ya better be glad I never met'cha Cos I'm gonna wet'cha Chorus Now wet motherfuckers are bloody Cos a bullet'll mould your ass like silly putty right into shape A hollow point'll run up in ya like ya got weight Comin out'cha back, Mr Mack Now they got yo' guts in a sack Use to have ya crew real fat in a huddle now you're wet in a puddle, here is the Ice Cube rebuttle You ain't gotta chance, cos even if my bullet just glance Ya still wet your pants So what'cha wanna do when I got'cha ass point blank Ya guaranteed to spank Stiff as a board, ya floored Go meet the Lord and then get ignored Cos you're on your way to hell and that I can bet'cha That's why I had to wet'cha Chorus (You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger *repeat to fade* |
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from Ice Cube - The Predator (2003)
You can run but you can't hide from the westside
Night stalker, shit talker, run and tell them Mr. L.M. Nigga with the gat and I'm back Off the everyday prey that I slay Rolling with the fo' chase ya through south-central Monkey-wrench hoes should know that, she'll get the balzac Cause I'm not staving, but fuck that Johnny carson hoe never had me on the late night show Coming with the shit that'll hitch Steady mobbing cause the flavours good There goes the neighbourhood brother with the 3rd album. How come he don't fall off? Rolling with the sawed-off gauge Turn the page of the chapter, caught up in the rapture But you know anita, she can get the pita Eat 'em up yum, and your flawed Rather burn billboard and the editor Here comes the predator. Check your head for the new style Fuck lawerence powell and presino, wynd and koon Pretty soon we'll fuck them like they fucked us and won't kiss 'em Riots ain't nothing but dodge for the system Fighting with the beast, no justice, no peace If any, even if we fuck up denny Niggas are sick of your white mans tricks with no treat Thats right, now it's on, on sight You call me a muslim, no I'm not a resident, still got my vote in Farrakhan for president, a white america, I'm tearing ya A new ass hole. Who's the nigga with the new black? Strolling to your suburb house and I douse with gas. Now who's cleaning up trash? Eat 'em up yum, and your flawed Rather burn billboard and the editor Here comes the predator. Get my black rag showing and I'm ? ? ? ? ? Kiss my grips like ? ? ? or mel's diner I'm meaner than a wicked wild hyena, chasing antelope Put a chrome to your dome, watch it bust like a cantelope I can't stand a rope, so don't try to hang 'em Talk about dog's, boy I can sling 'em Ratta-tat-tat on your noggin Cause ice will cream your ass like ? ? ? ? chocolate I get crazy when I catch a rap Even be flipping the toungue like ? ? ? ? das-efx. So who is ice cube? I'm a rapper, actor, macker Got a little problem with the redneck cracka Get the polly, whack her, ? ? ? ? is a devil shit-packer Coming with a crazy pitch And the statue of liberty ain't nothing but a lazy bitch Don't wanna give up the crack to the black But you call it racial, if we go and break the hoe But eat 'em up yum and your flawed Rather burn billboard and the editor Here comes the predator. |
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from Ice Cube - The Predator (2003)
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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