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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)
[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 - Laugh Now, Cry Later (2006)
[Ice Cube]
Hey... you wit' da ass you wit' da ass, you wit' da ass you wit' da ass C'mere... wassup? What's your name girl? Who you come wit'? I'm wit' Bow Wow... and my whole click [Chorus: Bow Wow] - repeat 2X A nigga need a shot of that.. and I know where they got it at Damn girl, you gotta lotta that Won't you let a real nigga go and holla back? [Ice Cube] Look at you girl, eyes brown, ass round Feel like a nigga chasin down a rebound It's bouncin like a basketball, if you got no ass at all Sorry girl but you won't make the casting call Skinny bitches need to find that nutritionist Shit that make yo' ass so thick and delicious Is it the food or is it the water? That make your daughter wanna show what Mama taught her Come here... let me whisper in yo' ear (wassup) Tell ya all that bullshit that you wanna hear (let's fuck) You prolly hate my fuckin guts in a year But right about now, you like a nigga's style huh? How I talk, how I smell, how I smile How I think, how I fuck, how I grab Fuck wit' me, ya get ya meat and ya vegetables Fuck wit' him, ya get a fuckin metrosexual You want a man stronger than you Not a motherfucker in the mirror longer than you Break a nail and his punk ass lookin for glue You want a nigga wit' a hard dick lookin at you (lookin at you) [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Bow Wow:] You came up in there lookin all cute and stuff You and yo' homegirl, a pimp couldn't get enough You talk that shit like you weren't up in there just to fuck Well guess what? Now bitch you wit' us! Yeah have a sip {*sipping noise*}, go take a puff Go and spend another blun, naw roll it up! What yo' name? A man love how you came You just in need of some game And I got that good thang, yeah it's a Westside hood thing Let ya party over day and hit ya wit' that ding-a-ling I got that good shit, lollipop (lollipop) And once I get up in ya, I make ya body rock (body rock) A thick little bad bitch, walk wit' a switch Now all you need now is some gangster dick It's the Big Bow Wizzow, you know I'm on the pusszow Stizyle, that make ya kitty kat meow (meow!) Dick deep, freak-a-leek, fuck some sleep And don't tell me that I'm... "innnn too deep" Okay (okay).. alright (alright).. Westside baby girl, we do it all night (fo' sho) [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Ice Cube] Do ya thing girl, fuck what they lookin at Shake it for me mami, work that pussycat Do ya thing girl, fuck what they lookin at Shake it for me mami, work that pussycat Put it on me girl, what the fuck you scared of? We just in the club, actin like we making love I know you full of liquor, put it on my zipper Drop it down now and throw it on a nigga [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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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 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 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) | |||||
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| from Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc) (2000) | |||||
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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. I (The War Disc) (2003)
Damn, what you doing over here? Whassup?
Yeah I was thinking about you the other day And I was thinking I should have never fucked wit' your ass I should have left you right where I founnd you My bed (echo) When I was with you all you ever do was bitch Talk shit, but you could suck dick So I didn't sweat all the fussin' and cussin' On New Year's Eve, the night I was bussin'(wow) I would stress and strain to mantain And didn't need to hear your motherfucking ass complain About niggaz in the house (mm), feet on the couch Talkin' all loud (yeah), blunt in my mouth (yeah) Bitch I got fifty cents on this genesis Talkin' 'bout niggaz got to vacate the premises (She's dead) Homie histor An' outa nowhere your ass got hard Poured out the pub, then you got drugged We at it again, I tried to count to ten There's no end to your naggin' You can't treat me like I'm faggin', hoe You see I'm saggin' (no) Why I gotta act like a motherfucking asshole (why) To be king of my motherfucking castle You'll never be the missus (never) Breakin' all my dishes And fuck all my X-bitches *Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours *Repeat On an' off, off an' on, bitch I'm grown So stop playing on my phone (stop) It was a time we used to bump and grind And find heaven (ahh) Without a motherfucking reverend Managoua twages and bomb-ass massages And dreams of three-car garages You say I'm cheating when I'm up at the studio Come to find out you the hoe, oh And you was way out Talkin' 'bout rap, was gonna play ya And I was wasting my time writing rhyme (hahaha) You made yourself loud and clear You wanted me to choose between you and my career (bitch) Started fucking with this baller named Chris Couldn't resist the Rolex on his wrist I kept on writing my raps with profanity Now I'm on tour fucking bitches like Fanady You tried to diss this, now you missed this And the first and fifteenth is like Christmas Send me naked pictures but give it a rest With Mrs Ice Cube tatood on your breast Now you at the back door of my show Dressed like a hoe, axin' could you blow (no), Hell no but it's still delicious Went from rags to riches And fuck all my X-bitches **Fuck you, fuck you, especially you The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours **Repeat Now I hear you sayin' "Yeah I used to fuck 'em" Not lettin' 'em know I was a young buck then Niggaz axin' me "Man, did you love her?" Loved her stupid ass enough to fuck her with a rubber (bitch) Now I hear, I'm your big brother (who?) Second cousin, friend Bitch since when? Incest ain't the way I swing (nah) Never bought your ass a goddamn thing That I had to pay for I was hateful Ungrateful (uh) and never faithful Fuckin' everything that I could get my paws on Walkin' through hell with gasoline draws on Now I'm on the mic, music is my life Kids and a wife, heard you was a dite (damn) It's your thing if you like the switches But it's my world and fuck all my X-bitches *Repeat **Repeat Never go down the same road twice Advice from the big homie Ice Cube Hmm, girl you better get away from here I don't want that shit no more Na,na ahem, and don't be callin' at my mama' house neither I'm through wit' you. I'm through wit' you I done got smarter. I done got smarter I ain't fuckin' wit' your daughter |
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from Ice Cube - Featuring... Ice Cube (2003)
That's right, nigga, Southwest Connection, straight up
Servin' more than peanuts, bitch Niggas tryin' to stay rich How many ways can a killer get paid? How many niggas want a gansta boogie? I see the junkie in your eyes What do you see me when you see me? A G in disguise Been hypnotized since '85 with gansta shit All you niggas get live and represent my click Got bits and pieces on my mind, comin' together like lettuce Dear God protect us 'cause we're mobbin' like 'GoodFellas' Alias Carleone, maybe the war is on Prone to let my daughter live rich before she's grown If I murdered Capone, would you consider me a villain? Chillin' with millionaires, ex-killers and set-trippers My murderous complex begin to hit 'cha Strip you worse than the New Jersey drive niggas 'Cause I'm in a rush to bust straps like Mack-10's When I'm strapped in a '95 Impala Breakin' like Vegas for my dollar While I'm comin' like a hundred miles and gunnin' Who gonna test the Southwest Connect When it ain't shit that you possess? Yes, we got the endo, splurgin' in Benzo's Turnin' virgins to nymphos, look what 'cha in fo' A G that's gonna let his khakis sag Mr. Mike and Ice Cube, french braids and rags, byatch How many wicked wayz can a gansta get his pays When he's trapped in a maze? I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays' Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze? How many wicked wayz can a gansta get his pays When he's trapped in a maze? I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays' Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze? I treat bitches like puppies, I got a plate full of guppies Appropriate dish for the big fish, niggas rich They have my straps, women with Gaps Now, they wanna sit in my laps and listen to raps But no, heard a nigga' tight named Mr. Mike Had to catch a flight, it's only right Stepped off the plane, Mean Green and Tony Draper Killa was the caper, let's make some paper See we can't get enough of this gansta shit Sick as leukemia for weed in my gansta click Let's take riches, witness two niggas dome in the killa' zone Bring your killa chrome 'cause we headed to the Terrordome When niggas never make it home As long as you got your front I got your back, it's on like that And like this, let the weed blow 'cause all you G's know Who got the wickedest flow, the criminiminals Now how many wicked wayz can a killa get his pays When he's trapped in a maze? I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays' Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze? How many wicked wayz can a nigga get pay When he's trapped in a maze? I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays' Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze? Say what? Niggas wanna short my cuts Say what? Niggas wanna check my nuts How you sound? Gangstas make the world go 'round Guppies bow down, I'm with some killas from H-town Chase his ass down to Atlanta, GA Find out where he stay, locate my gate Catch him in the hall, make his ass call And then I want y'all to hurt cousins and all They won't believe all the heat I bring from Palm Springs Niggas in line to catch the ring of the dyin' Keepin' it calm, so talk slow 'Cause you'll never know when I'm ready to blow I'm a pro of the lifestyle of the Bloods and Crips Make a lotta cookies filled with chocolate chips The Westside has always been down with the South And suave muthafuckin' house How many wicked wayz can a gansta get his pays When he's trapped in a maze? I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays' Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze? How many wicked wayz can a gansta get his pays When he's trapped in a maze? I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays' Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze? How many wicked wayz can a gansta get his pays When he's trapped in a maze? I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays' Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze? How many wicked wayz can a gansta get his pays When he's trapped in a maze? I represent the phrase that say 'Crime pays' Bitches, can we fuck? Niggas, can we blaze? |
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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)
{*best guess at what he says*}
Now dis one dedicated to de man dem call MacGyver (bo!) And all double-oh-seven James Bond man 'e from de area (gunshot, gunshot) Maximum respect to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!) And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get WICKED! One, two, three and I come with the wicked style and you know that I'm from, the wicked crew, act like you knew Cause I got everybody jumpin to the voodoo, kick it Wicked, rhymes, picket, signs While me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's Play ya and I'll slay ya I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir 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 cause Larry Wilkins 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 ass get ??? Kick it cause I get wicked Don Gargon (can't translate) 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 cause 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 cause I get wicked Don Gargon (can't translate) 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 Geto 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, cause I'm so straight Thru with the picket signs, take his job and stick it Bigot, cause I get wicked Don Gargon (can't translate) |
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from Ice Cube - Laugh Now, Cry Later (2006)
Yeah
Every hood's the same Every hood's the same Come on They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us I'm from the land of the gang bang Since I was little, ain't a god damn thang changed It's the same ol' same Bush run shit like Saddam Hussein I cock and aim, clinically insane To deal with this bullshit day to day If I sell some yay or smoke some hay You bitches wanna throw me up in Pelican's Bay Call me an animal up in the system But who's the animal that built this prison? Who's the animal that invented lower living? The projects, thank god for Russell Simmons Thank god for Sugarhill I'm putting a different kind of steel up to my grill Y'all know what it is, scared for your own kids How these little niggas taken over showbiz They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us It's Boyz n the Hood, it's toys in the hood Y'all wanna know why it's noise in the hood Cause there's drugs in the hood, thugs in the hood Nigga killed a crip and a blood in the hood for real 'Cause when niggas get tribal It's all about survival, nobody liable I got caught by five-o Grandmama came to court with her bible But when the judge hit the gavel Now I'm too far from my family to travel I just came unraveled Socked the D.A. before I got gaffled Owned by C.A., state property Just like the year fifteen fifty three Looking for me, a one-way ticket out Don't understand, what's so hard to figure out? They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us Damn, I can't take the pressure Pulled the four-four up out the dresser Grabbed the weight up out the closet Po-po coming but I'm scared to toss it Y'all know what happened last time I lost it Can't tell you niggas what the fuckin' boss did The game got a nigga exhausted Gotta go for the big bargain they offered Twenty years for what? Breaking these laws that's so corrupt Taking these halls and fillin' 'em up Some powder keg shit that's about to erupt Ay y'all, I'm about to be stuck Until the year two thousand, what the fuck? In the hood, don't press your luck Cause these motherfuckers will set you up, word up They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us Every hood's the same Every hood's the same Every hood's the same Every hood's the same Every hood's the same Stop trippin' on it Every hood's the same Every hood's the same Every hood's the same Every hood's the same |
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from Ice Cube - Raw Footage (2008)
why the fuck do you wanna murder
you punk ass never heard of me i never did non to your family still you wanna kill a young nigga randomly u wanna take the life God handed to me send it back to him coz u never |
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from Ice Cube - The Predator (2003)
Drivin down the motherfuckin highway
the flyway hey bitch, you goin my way? Now I got a passenger I look at the miniskirt, now I'm askin her Would you like to hit the fat bud, or perhaps should I run your name through the mud I mean, are you giving up the nappy dugout? She said no, well then get the fuck out Cause I know where the hoes be feinin' plus your fat ass got my six-deuce leanin' Bust a U on the avenue why oh why there ain't shit to do But then sir jinx played his mix and you thought that shit played out in eighty six Lookin for my dogs looked up in the mirror being followed by the hogs One time's on my motherfuckin line why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me They must thind I'm a gee they both walk up with the g. l. o. c. (Freeze! There was a robbery and the nigger looked just like you. Now get out of the car with your hands up and legs spread.) Started they investigation no driver's liscence no registration When I stepped out the car they slammed me goddamn ya'll who got the camera? Chorus Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit who got the camera? (x2) Verse 2: No lights no camera no action and the pigs wouldn't believe that my slave name was Jackson He said don't lie to me I'm lookin for John, Matt, or Spike Lee The motherfucker called for back up I guess they planned to beat the mack up He called me a silly ass thug and pulled out his billy ass club Tearin up my coupe lookin for the chronic goddamn nobody got a panasonic Found an empty can of old gold came around and put my ass in a choke hold Fucked around and broke my pager then they hit a nigga with the tazer the motherfucking pigs were tryin to hurt me I fell to the floor and yelled lord have mercy Then they hit me in the face ya'll but to them it ain't nuttin but (a friendly game of base ball) Crowd stood around I said goddamn ya Who got the camera Repeat Chorus Verse 3 I knew when I saw that deputy smirkin' that they were gonna put some work in Mr. law had to hit me in the jaw cause I called them faggots with guns and badges They played rat-a-tat-tat on me head but if I had the gatty-gat-gat they'd be dead A victim of a big fat 187 and little devils don't go to heaven Last night there were eleven but they were'nt scarin me so they tried the flashlight therapy I looked at the black one and called him a traitor I don't give a fuck if you got a beta Just take my fuckin picture so I can go downtown and bitch and pitch ya (?) The one that called me a spook his name is officer David Duke If the crowd weren't around they would've shot me tried to play me out like my name was rodney Fuckin police gettin badder but if I had a camera the shit wouldn't matter (bitch), uh who got my nine, who got my nine Ya'll done did it this time, uh who the fuck got my nine |
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from Ice Cube - The Predator (2003)
[Ice Cube]
God damn, another fuckin payback with a twist Them motherfuckers shot but the punks missed Ice Cube is out-gunned, what is the outcome? Will they do me like Malcolm? Cause I bust styles, new styles, standin - strong! While, others +Run+ a +Hundred Miles+ But I never run, never will Deal with the devil with my motherfuckin steel - BOOM! Media try to do me But I was a Boy-N-the-Hood before the movie, yeah Call me nigga, bigger than a spook But you the one that voted for Duke, motherfucker White man, is somethin I tried to study But I got my hands bloody, yeah They said I could sing like a Jaybird But nigga, don't say the J-word I thought they was buggin cause to us Uncle Sam, is Hitler without an oven Burnin our black skin Buy my neighborhood - then push the crack in Doin us wrong from the first day And don't understand why a nigga got an AK Callin me an African-American like everything is fair again, shit Devil, you got to get the shit right I'm black Blacker than a trillion midnights +Don't Believe the Hype+ was said in '88 by the great Chuck D, now they're tryin to fuck me ".. with +No Vaseline+ Just a match and a little bit of gasoline.." - HUH! It's a great day for genocide (What's that?) That's the day all the niggaz died They killed JFK in '63 So what the fuck you think they'll do to me? But I'm the O.G. and I bust back (boom boom) Bust back (Boom boom!) peel a cap (BOOM BOOM!) Gimme room in the fire of the sun Here the mack come, here the black come, watch Jack run! Motherfuckers can't gank me Fuck a devil, fuck a rebel, and a yankee Overrun and put the Presidency After needin that, I'm down wit O.P.P., yeah I met Farrakhan and had dinner And you ask if I'm a five-percenter, well... No, but I go where the brothers go Down with Compton Mosque, Number 54 Made a little dough, still got a sister on my elbow Did Ice Cube sell out? You say, "Hell no!" A black woman is my manager, not in the kitchen So could you please stop bitchin? "Stalkin.. walkin in my big black boots" -> Brother J [Cube] Yeah, yeah.. "But when will they shoot?" "Stalkin.. walkin in my big black boots" -> Brother J [Cube] Yeah, yeah.. "But when will they shoot?" .. {*automatic gunfire*) [Ice Cube] You missed, and didn't hit Da Lench Mob either "Guerillas in the Mist.." without Jungle Fever But I got the fever for the flava of a cracker Not a Pringle, bust the single, here's my new jingle "Stalkin.. walkin in my big black boots" The KKK has got three-piece suits Using niggaz like turkey shoots My motto is +Treat 'Em Like a Prostitute+ Now if I say no violence, devil, you won't respect mine Fuck the dumb shit - and get my Tec-9 And if they approach us A-ight, a-ight - I bury those cockroaches And if you can't deal with my +Kill at Will+ Here's a new gift to get - try my +Death Certificate+ +Amerikkka's Most+, Amerikkka's burnt - it's like toast Like Jordan, I'm goin coast to coast Dribblin the funk here comes the nigga with the motherfuckin monster dunk, get off me punk! "Jordan.. watch Jordan, aiyyo yo watch Jordan .. YES!" "You better eat your Wheaties" -> M.J. "Stalkin.. walkin in my big black boots" -> Brother J [Cube] Yeah, yeah.. "But when will they shoot?" "Stalkin.. walkin in my big black boots" -> Brother J [Cube] Yeah, yeah.. "But when will they shoot?" [Ice Cube] Darryl Gates got the studio surrounded Cause he don't like the niggaz that I'm down with Motherfucker wanna do us Cause I like Nat, Huey, Malcolm, and Louis Most got done by a black man's bullet Give a trigger to a nigga and watch him pull it Negro assass-in I'ma dig a ditch, bitch, and throw yo' ass in When they shoot, no, it won't be a cracker They use somebody much blacker What I do? I called up the Geto Boy(s) crew Cause +My Mind's Playing Tricks On Me+ too Never died, surround my crib and F.O.I. makin sure nobody creep when I sleep Keep a 9 millimeter in my Jeep - PEEP! When I roll, I gots to roll deep Ain't goin out cheap Met the MADD Circle on Cypress Hill cause it's so steep They'll never get me, they'll never hit me Motherfuck that shit J-Dee Now I'm relaxed Grab the St. Ide's brew so I can max Sittin by the window cause it's so fuckin hot and then I heard a shot - boom. |
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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 Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
[Ice Cube] Check it hoe shut your mouth and get naked I'm connected plus I'm makin' hit records So, if you wanna win hop in and take a spin That's W.C. and Mack 10 What's your name girlfriend You can have some fun wit us lay in the sun wit us Pack a gun wit us and make a run wit us To these illegal amigos who wanna buy bald eagles out my regals we shoppin' at Spiegels So what you wanna do Decision, decisions And what you think about dick and pussy collisions You're a irrisistable bitch and all that Me I'm rich as fuck plus I smell like yack so come on Chorus, Repeat 2X: Irristable bitch let's go Where we goin' Westward ho [Mack 10:] A nigga gots to get chose it's a house full of hoes I suppose at least one of those want Mister flossy with the kilos You know it's quick fast shit it's all about the cash Pauveted Rolex' and Benz' in the S class Don't get it twisted nigga you know the word Cube got the herb and I don't fuck with nothin' less than a bird I make yo whole crew scatter what ya say don't matter cause nigga you's a punk so tell yo bitch I need to holler at her I take fo shows hop in my Benzo I stomp my Chuck to the flo as I head Westward with yo ho It's Mack 1-0 so fuck what she say I put it down the G way I'm gettin' head on the freeway. Chorus [W.C.] Hoe you need some dick in yo life dick in yo life like Jodeci I'm fienning to fuck you 'til your bleeding you need to be rolling with this cap peela, fuck that sucka for love lolly pop toe lickin' ass nigga See you say you want a real G so why don't you play like Jayo Felony and bitch take a ride with me because I can use a ho like you a bitch down to blast and help me twist this mutha fucking plastic because you're a true bitch from the westside About five-ten, two-twenty with scars on your thighs And that's they type of hoe I want down with me so bitch get your ass in and let's rob the whole city [Ice Cube:] Did I mention I think about you when I'm benchin' and running my trigger finger all through your extensions It's intense dreamin' of a black picket fence His and her nine's teach you how to rhyme on the mic You Tina I'm Ike Know you ain't a dike cause you seem to like the way I lay pipe Keep it tight let's put this mattress to the test Yes, I must confess, I got some prior arrest Fa show ya know we're goin' westward hoe can you handle half a chicken in the door panel We at the mo' with a four-O and a joint We got high, fucked around and missed the drop off point Chorus [Mack 10:] I put it down all around Westbound is where I'm headed Since I keep my heat leaded if you trip you get wetted We be huffing like hogs nigga who can see my crew No better yet me and you nigga what you wanna do, fool Cause all I do is wreck from the hip I teck and when I come from the shoulders I straight Westside Connect I got chickens by the flock I got the block on lock Around the clock I sell rock so ain't a bitch I can't knock So handcuff your trick if she's a good lookin' ho cause dog I run with niggas that the Fed's is lookin' fo' They wanna get us because our pockets is the fattest And bitches be jockin' us because we got the baller status [W.C.] I want a janky bitch, a janky bitch, a bitch straight down penitentiary bound with the qualifications of a hoe like you C-sections tattoos stretch marks and bullet wounds A rough bitch in a beanie the type of bitch that's down to do a drive by on my enemies like Mary J. you're all I need when I'm in jail the kind of hoe that's down to keester me weed Fantasies of you and me I keep Having 'em at the park smoking on a hump sharing a tall can of Magnum fucking in the back of the coup let's get it cracking So pass the stick and tell me hoe what's happening Chorus This West Coast gangsta' shit got it crackin' We all mackin' so baby how you actin' This West Coast gangsta' shit got it crackin' We all mackin' so baby how you actin' Chorus |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (2003)
[Ice Cube] Check it hoe shut your mouth and get naked I'm connected plus I'm makin' hit records So, if you wanna win hop in and take a spin That's W.C. and Mack 10 What's your name girlfriend You can have some fun wit us lay in the sun wit us Pack a gun wit us and make a run wit us To these illegal amigos who wanna buy bald eagles out my regals we shoppin' at Spiegels So what you wanna do Decision, decisions And what you think about dick and pussy collisions You're a irrisistable bitch and all that Me I'm rich as fuck plus I smell like yack so come on Chorus, Repeat 2X: Irristable bitch let's go Where we goin' Westward ho [Mack 10:] A nigga gots to get chose it's a house full of hoes I suppose at least one of those want Mister flossy with the kilos You know it's quick fast shit it's all about the cash Pauveted Rolex' and Benz' in the S class Don't get it twisted nigga you know the word Cube got the herb and I don't fuck with nothin' less than a bird I make yo whole crew scatter what ya say don't matter cause nigga you's a punk so tell yo bitch I need to holler at her I take fo shows hop in my Benzo I stomp my Chuck to the flo as I head Westward with yo ho It's Mack 1-0 so fuck what she say I put it down the G way I'm gettin' head on the freeway. Chorus [W.C.] Hoe you need some dick in yo life dick in yo life like Jodeci I'm fienning to fuck you 'til your bleeding you need to be rolling with this cap peela, fuck that sucka for love lolly pop toe lickin' ass nigga See you say you want a real G so why don't you play like Jayo Felony and bitch take a ride with me because I can use a ho like you a bitch down to blast and help me twist this mutha fucking plastic because you're a true bitch from the westside About five-ten, two-twenty with scars on your thighs And that's they type of hoe I want down with me so bitch get your ass in and let's rob the whole city [Ice Cube:] Did I mention I think about you when I'm benchin' and running my trigger finger all through your extensions It's intense dreamin' of a black picket fence His and her nine's teach you how to rhyme on the mic You Tina I'm Ike Know you ain't a dike cause you seem to like the way I lay pipe Keep it tight let's put this mattress to the test Yes, I must confess, I got some prior arrest Fa show ya know we're goin' westward hoe can you handle half a chicken in the door panel We at the mo' with a four-O and a joint We got high, fucked around and missed the drop off point Chorus [Mack 10:] I put it down all around Westbound is where I'm headed Since I keep my heat leaded if you trip you get wetted We be huffing like hogs nigga who can see my crew No better yet me and you nigga what you wanna do, fool Cause all I do is wreck from the hip I teck and when I come from the shoulders I straight Westside Connect I got chickens by the flock I got the block on lock Around the clock I sell rock so ain't a bitch I can't knock So handcuff your trick if she's a good lookin' ho cause dog I run with niggas that the Fed's is lookin' fo' They wanna get us because our pockets is the fattest And bitches be jockin' us because we got the baller status [W.C.] I want a janky bitch, a janky bitch, a bitch straight down penitentiary bound with the qualifications of a hoe like you C-sections tattoos stretch marks and bullet wounds A rough bitch in a beanie the type of bitch that's down to do a drive by on my enemies like Mary J. you're all I need when I'm in jail the kind of hoe that's down to keester me weed Fantasies of you and me I keep Having 'em at the park smoking on a hump sharing a tall can of Magnum fucking in the back of the coup let's get it cracking So pass the stick and tell me hoe what's happening Chorus This West Coast gangsta' shit got it crackin' We all mackin' so baby how you actin' This West Coast gangsta' shit got it crackin' We all mackin' so baby how you actin' Chorus |
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from Ice Cube - Featuring... Ice Cube (2003)
Intro: WC
Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya!! "Throwin up the W", Ice Cube 2X Yeah, I'm with this, what we throwin up? "Throwin up the W", Ice Cube All you busta ass niggas out there I got my muthafuckin' homeboys in the house "Throwin up the W" My nigga Ice Cube "Throwin up the W" Mack 10 Back to set the record straight for all these busta ass niggaz who trip, this how we do it nigga. Chorus: WC Front back side to side We be givin it up, till the day we die Niggas hit me up, I'm a have ta erupt So muthafucker West Up! [x2] Verse 1: WC Nigga clear the lane, here I come, once again With this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta shit Strictly for the riders who ride us I gotta WestSider rhymer for them niggas that's sittin on them Dayton wires Pump the bass, hit the switch Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this b-i-itch Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin back Ink in my flush, WestSide tattered on my chest Walkin with the shadow of death Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles Home of the Crips and the Bloods Where even the strongest niggas is drug through the mud And visitors from outta town best to stay in Hollywood You get that tourist ass ganked strollin through my hood West coast till the casket drop I be throwin it up, so muthafucker West Up! Verse 2: Mack 10 It's gun hoe Mack one-oh please you can't fuck wit dees Ice Cubes and Dub-Cees is my G's And hip-hop, top three niggas the new bosses Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses Nigga, thought you knew how we do it Ain't A Damn Thing Changed, always on them thangs forever and a day, so back up, give me room, don't neglect Just respect and everything I can't check I wreck Now you can cross out the bustas and snitches Shit only killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed On the turf where the real hogs dwell Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for sale Inglewood City, the throne I call home Niggas be so bright, you might need your locs on to bail through, it's fin you're in with Mack 10 And I gotta confess up, nigga this West Up! For life. Chorus: WC Front back side to side We be givin it up, till the day we die Niggas hit me up, I'm a have ta erupt So muthafucker West Up! Verse 3: Ice Cube Now I got ta show you how the West coast rocks No razor blades, in my mouth, just a glock And I'm hittin you up, with that WS The sun, rises in the East, but it sets in the West No gold teeth, you gets a wreath So hand me the goodies, stockin mask, no hoodies Christmas day, I'm in a tre While some of you niggas got the robe reindeer and a sleigh We don't call it 5-oh, we call it one time It's my life my life my life my life, in the sunshine! 1 9 weighs a ton How the fuck you think that the West was won? Now shit can be squashed over a 40 ounce of backwash No jokes, the land of locs and hundred spokes In the East, we can be brothers But when you come to L.A., watch your fuckin' colors West Up! Nigga. Chorus: WC Front back side to side We be givin it up, till the day we die Niggas hit me up, I'm a have ta erupt So muthafucker West Up! Verse 4: WC Give it up, give it up Like the nigga James Brown, me and my niggas are puttin it down So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city Where niggas caught slippin is left with they brains drippin City of the Angels, more like a concrete jungle full of macks Cadillacs and crack sacks I pledge allegiance to the stuff till I die. [Mack 10] So let the 5-20 slide and put it down from the WestSide. Chorus: WC Front back side to side We be givin it up, till the day we die Niggas hit me up, I'm a have ta erupt So muthafucker West Up! WestSide!!! "Throwin' up the W." |
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from Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. I (The War Disc) (2003)
Ice Cube the great!!
"He has indicated to us that he has sufficient.. firepower.. to.. blow up the Bradley vehicle.. and in fact his words were, 'We are ready for war.. let's get it on'" War.. "War, and peace" Sing it! *singer interprets No Doubt's "Don't Speak" War and peace... (Sing it!) War and peace, forever! War and peace, together.. always! I'm at the highest peak, still glad the meak is understandin me Artillery, thoughts of killin me is just a fantasy The man in me is ready for war, like Holyfield/Tyson IV A gang against you niggaz on the shore Either or, your whole family is on the floor Windows breakin all around em, you can't climb this mountain I'm at the fountain, with my troops I start screamin at em like Patton, we gattin at you fools! *Repeat Negotiate... strategy is the key! I hope they ain't... exclusively after me! Cause if they are... we gots to be who we be! And make a star... out of a head enemy! The papers said... that he died tragically! They found his head... with no legs and bo-dy! We made a pledge... to the Dub-S-C! Bloodshed... if they got no love for peace! Sing it! *Repeat I'd rather break bread than uhh, break your head Break your legs, have em broken, I ain't no joke Don't provoke, the gun smoke from the highest slope Eternal peace, for my peoples and my folks My crips and my bloods, criminals and my thugs Just show a nigga love when I'm rollin on them dubs Just, give a nigga hugs, we can ride on this piece Westside for Life but still down with the East Sing it! *Repeat (x2) After the haters attempt to blow up his car We find our hero, Ice Cube, on the ground Bruised, but not beaten He pulls out his cell phone.. WITH THE CHIP! And begins to dial Mack One-Oh Who's faded and rolling through Inglewood with Mr. Short KHOP Words.. are spoken |
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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 - 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 - 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 - The Predator (2003)
* Originally appeared as a B-side to Cube's "Wicked" single
Mr. Dirty Harry, you look really scary With your .357, officer Kevin Spent 11 years on the force trying to get mine Head got the flat top, boots got the spit shine Don't give a fuck about my neighborhood Just wanna do your eight hours, then hit the showers Shoot a brother down adn you don't send flowers Goddamn sherrif, can't wait to tarriff A chunk of a nigga ass, but watch a nigga blast And get away nigga fast You ain't gonna have me face down no more You ain't gonna have a chance to clown no more To the boys in blue, I got kids too Ain't going out like a jigaboo, no no no On my way to the store You see me in a Range Rover, now you gotta pull me over But where oh where is the ticket? You got your hand on your gun cause you're wicked You don't like the face of the original man But you gotta treat me like an individual man Talk right and I'll talk right back Show some goddamn respect to the black Cause I gotta get back to my wife But I'm sorry, you ain't gonna take my life Just because you got a badge Did you think Ice Cube was gonna wave the white flag? Cracker please, you can yell freeze I'd rather die standing up than die on my knees You think you can do anything you want to do To my crew when you come through, man fuck you Shooting up South Central Catch your ass slipping at a rent show Could have popped you off, one dead cop But I know you got a wife and a dog named Spot I show a little mercy cause I'm civilized Looking through a nigga's eyes at a much bigger prize But when I saw Rodney it got me so hot Made me wanna go out and pop me a cop Cause every time you see me sagging Here comes the Grand Dragon, in the motherfucking patty wagon Try to play me like a trick Sometimes you act like a dick, Mr. Nightstick Back then, I used to throw my Mack-10 But nowadays you got the black skin Back then you don't like the voice of a nigga named Ice But you ain't gonna take my life You man let's get an understanding I know that your job is demanding But I only got me one life to live You only got about six shots to give And I got a big AK with a 50-round clip So why should we trip? You ain't gonna punk me, so what you trying for? Ain't no job worth dying for, is it? Might pay a visit to Petey Wheatstraw When you stop me on the shore, officer of the law And if I did something wrong, you can lock me up Never never never gonna sock me up So next time you have the urge, all of the sudden To fuck with a nigga for nothing Think about me, a brother that's 23 I got a son and a J-O-B So before you pull your gun, you'd better think twice Pig, cause you ain't gonna take my life |
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from Ice Cube - The Predator (2003)
* Originally appeared as a B-side to Cube's "Wicked" single
Mr. Dirty Harry, you look really scary With your .357, officer Kevin Spent 11 years on the force trying to get mine Head got the flat top, boots got the spit shine Don't give a fuck about my neighborhood Just wanna do your eight hours, then hit the showers Shoot a brother down adn you don't send flowers Goddamn sherrif, can't wait to tarriff A chunk of a nigga ass, but watch a nigga blast And get away nigga fast You ain't gonna have me face down no more You ain't gonna have a chance to clown no more To the boys in blue, I got kids too Ain't going out like a jigaboo, no no no On my way to the store You see me in a Range Rover, now you gotta pull me over But where oh where is the ticket? You got your hand on your gun cause you're wicked You don't like the face of the original man But you gotta treat me like an individual man Talk right and I'll talk right back Show some goddamn respect to the black Cause I gotta get back to my wife But I'm sorry, you ain't gonna take my life Just because you got a badge Did you think Ice Cube was gonna wave the white flag? Cracker please, you can yell freeze I'd rather die standing up than die on my knees You think you can do anything you want to do To my crew when you come through, man fuck you Shooting up South Central Catch your ass slipping at a rent show Could have popped you off, one dead cop But I know you got a wife and a dog named Spot I show a little mercy cause I'm civilized Looking through a nigga's eyes at a much bigger prize But when I saw Rodney it got me so hot Made me wanna go out and pop me a cop Cause every time you see me sagging Here comes the Grand Dragon, in the motherfucking patty wagon Try to play me like a trick Sometimes you act like a dick, Mr. Nightstick Back then, I used to throw my Mack-10 But nowadays you got the black skin Back then you don't like the voice of a nigga named Ice But you ain't gonna take my life You man let's get an understanding I know that your job is demanding But I only got me one life to live You only got about six shots to give And I got a big AK with a 50-round clip So why should we trip? You ain't gonna punk me, so what you trying for? Ain't no job worth dying for, is it? Might pay a visit to Petey Wheatstraw When you stop me on the shore, officer of the law And if I did something wrong, you can lock me up Never never never gonna sock me up So next time you have the urge, all of the sudden To fuck with a nigga for nothing Think about me, a brother that's 23 I got a son and a J-O-B So before you pull your gun, you'd better think twice Pig, cause you ain't gonna take my life |
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from Ice Cube - Featuring... Ice Cube (2003)
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen
Let's get together and give a great big round of applause to To a new group Ah, shit, Scarface is on the mix So, yo, suck a nigga dick Or make a nigga rich or somethin', bitch See, I come from the place known as the South Park Zone Talkin' shit, ain't into clickin' take your punk ass home 'Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll chuck Hit you in the chest with a motherfuckin' tec and watch you jump So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die Look deep into the eyes of a killer smokin', fry One nigga you can't fuck wit 'Cause I'm a born killer with the mind of a lunatic So bring in body bags when I start bangin' 'Cause I'm leavin' motherfuckers laid out with they brains hangin' Straight gettin' down for mine And I'll fuck up a bitch 'cause I don't mind dyin' So feel me, drill me put a bullet in my head But yo, you can't kill me 'cause I'm already dead Scarface goin' psycho, yeah Play pussy, get fucked and take two to your head I'm Bushwick Bill but call me Chuckie 5th ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me 'Cause I'm known to pull your skull out Grip a motherfucker by his neck and gouge his fuckin' eyes out I'm insane by a long shot, hey Chuckwick Bill a.k.a Charles Libre A short nigga with some long nuts Drop you dead in your bed, now I'm ready for a long fuck Necromance that ass for a minute And split that motherfuckin' clique when I'm finished You punk bitches be retreatin' Freddy and Jason runnin' home with their mouths bleedin' So welcome to the slaughterhouse trance 5th ward Texas Chuckie's concentration camp You punk motherfuckers fled And those who didn't make it got two to the fuckin' head Buck him down, buck him down, come again Two to the chin, Ice Cube'll blast they ass 'til the end With my pistol, runnin' from da lench mob Is how you survive in south central Kick the instrumental, run and get your bigger crew 'Cause it's judgment day and Ice Cube is terminigga 2 Pow, pow, buck, buck, pow, buck Your name is Stucky Mack, now you realize that you're fucked Two to the brain, I leave a migraine Have you coolin' like a vegetable but you're not edible It's the incredible, buck your ass from head to toe Audi 5000, don't wait for the feds to show 'Cause they'll have me go up, up the river Where the white boys'll try to make a nigga Walk, walk the plank, got the shank, hide the tape Around the handle, gotta let 'em know what I stand for In the chow line, now is the time See the trustee, walk up from behind Real quick, shank, shank, leave his ass red Motherfucker dead from two to the head See where I come from the crime rate only rises The murderers disguise in all ages shapes and sizes Bitches picked up and dicked up, niggaz they gettin' stuck up Give up what you got or get your ass shut the fuck up Run 'em down and gun 'em down, yeah, that's how we do it Niggaz get killed and then filled with embalmin' fluid Step to the niggaz that I'm checkin', pull out the tec And I reckon you'll get murdered in a second Bang with the nine, boom with the pow Motherfuckers are fallin' and crawlin' on the ground Snitches get stitches, bitches that act snotty Inside the parties even the hotties get turned to bodies Now I heard, they got other places that's similar But I represent, New York, you fuck around, I'm killin' ya A whole block of cops patrollin' when I'm rollin' And if my pockets are swollen, you know, somebody sick I've stolen Yeah, you niggaz get ripped when my clip goes in the S M I T H W E double S O N or the reliable revolver And like I said before, it's the motherfuckin' problem solver So bring it on nigga, get brave It's plenty motherfuckers gettin' sent to early graves 'Cause when a nigga gets fed Then all you motherfuckers get two to the fuckin' head |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Turn on the radio take a listen
What you're missing Personally I'm sick of the ass-kissing What I'm kicking to you won't get rotation Nowhere in the nation Program directors and djs ignored me Cause I simply said fuck top forty And top thirty top twenty and top ten Until you put more hip-hop in Then I might grin but don't pretend that you're down with the c And go and dis me in a magazine How could you figure the brother could dig ya Dj face down in the river No it's not a threat but a promise I'm as Crazy as they come see Mama didn't love me All I got is my nine And to calm the savage beast here's the alpine turn off that bullshit! Turn off that motherfucking radio! Turn off that bullshit! Turn off that motherfucking radio! Turn off that bullshit! Play the music motherfucker put the music on Damn! Tune in to the radio listen for a minute Yo g stick a fucking tape in it Cause all the radio do is gangle That r&b love triangle If you're out there kicking it with the brothers You don't care about lovers You wanna hear a young nigga on the mic Going buck wild Throwing and flowing and showing new styles That's where I'm coming from Reality that's what they're running from So if you're down with ice cube let me know that you know Yo turn off the radio you know what? you know what? Basically those black guys and those rap guys They don't know what the fuck they're doing I hate those fuckers I hate em Especially that one guy The amerikkka's most wanted Ice cube--i hate that fucker Get him off the air, get him off, get him off Get that rap shit out of here! just get me a gat so I can smoke this motherfucker! |
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from N.W.A - N.W.A. & The Posse (1989)
[The D.O.C.]
This ain't no basic hip-hip you make in a bin in your garage I'm down for showing all you hoes who the hell's in charge A cold lethal rap warrior, I'm on the attack Cutting ducks no slack so keep your bitch ass back Deadly, yeah kicking it, the solo style On top of the pile, the reigning chump worthwile Hanging tough I'm the leader, ain't no need to pretend Like an elevator up, I mean I'm on the ascend I ain't no east coast rapper, this is a southerner's song Be warned, it's hard to try and hold a project born Saying shit that you like, never wearing no Nike Fucking it up and all I need is my goddamn mic And a micstand, I don't need no band to play With a DJ like Rock and a partner like K in effect y'all Fucking suckers up like five It's Fila Fresh and I'm the toughest man alive! [DJ Rock] Na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa-nah [Fresh K] Yo, yo nigga you know you can't even fuck with this Do it, do it [DJ Rock] Na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa-nah [Fresh K] Yo, fool, you know you need to jet the fuck off Get the fuck out my face [The D.O.C.] Down from the beginning, hitting hard I'll admit They keep offering me money and I keep taking the shit And coolin' cool at the crib cause being cool's how I live But bucking up will get you rocked if you're a bullshit kid I like it stylistic, c'mon let's get with it Coming up with fresh new rhymes like I'm a mystic You see the D.O.C. and all the Fila I be splurging Yeah, I know it, you think that I'm encouraging You to steer wrong boy, so I can go off A quick run and when I'm done you bet not cough I'm an annihilator, standing a full 6'3" And I reall don't think you wanna fuck with me But then there's always those, clocking all your shows Getting all out of line trying to impress they hoes I know some niggas like that round the way who won't quit "It's the old top" Man shoot that muthafucking shit I'm physically tough, physically able I qualify Don't try that gangster bullshit here, this an't no I Spy You better chill out, that's if you wanna survive It's Fila Fresh and we're the toughest men alive [Fresh K] Yeah, for all you suckers who thought t'all was down, that's right, kicking that bullshit, yeah we in effect, that's right holmes, we in effect so get your bitch ass back before you be floating up a creek, know what I'm sayin? [DJ Rock] Float, float on... [Fresh K] Yeah, and if you want your beast to be deaf, call Dre before Monday! |
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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 - Featuring... Ice Cube (2003)
[ice-t]
How many bullets can your back hold, suckin from the hk The red dot's on your dome, from the light ray Boom bam bust oh shit kid, your head is a pile of puss I'm kickin up much dust, the nigga ya can't trust This is my shit, my hood, my turf My gold, my grip, whatever the fuck it's worth I don't need nobody comin in my territory Tryin to rip a nigga off and fuck your fuckin sob stories [ice cube] Take a good look at my motherfuckin jacker About to feel the wrath, of a greedy ass cracker Pale as snow, so you know the hoe stand out Comin in my hood with his hand out Tryin to get over on the black, but the motherfuckin mack Will put a fuckin slug in his back And with the boom ping ping, it ain't no thing to blast On greedy motherfuckers that trespass Chorus [ice cube] Olly olly outcome free, here come the g I'm saggin, and enter the dragon like bruce lee I gots to get mo' money mo' money Can't get pussy with no money See i'm kind of greedy, cause all my heroes Got zeroes in back of a one Here's my gun, about to get paid at last But now i'm gettin covered, in dirt and grass, kick it [ice-t] The madder i get, the higher the debt, the deeper you get The thicker the sweat Cause i'm a nigga with fat clout But ya in, but ya gotta get back out No easy job, for some suckers is out to rob Crosshair on your dome and your mind's blown You wanna go home... ain't that a bitch? Cube, dig the ditch (yep) Chorus [ice-t] I got a full time job of takin suckers out Breakin em off, yea word, i love revokin clout Test me, stress me, who could the best be? The teflon nine go through vests g But when you're greedy you don't care about life itself You're chasin extreme wealth You can't be trusted cause trust ain't in the fuckin game Scandalous is your fuckin name [ice cube] I'm the motherfucker you're stuck wit Ice cube -- "wronnnnnnng nigga to fuck wit!" I'm rich, pitchin a bitch about gettin mo' The big fish, swimmin in big dough The g backstabber, i got ta have a Lexus coupe, when i troop With the ski mask, gotta get the cash My homeboy ain't home, so fuck it i'll trespass |
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from Ice Cube - Raw Footage (2008)
[Ice Cube]
All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard The West coast warlord, and the future is today Cause tomorrow - that shit never come I worry 'bout today and this urban decay I worry 'bout hip-hop, when did it flip-flop Get whack, and turn into gridlock I don't know is it a government plot? I don't give a fuck whether you love it or not That's all we got and if you throw it away You dumb as OJ, off a for-tay In your Izod, this the rap God What'chu gon' put up, in your iPod? Downloader, what'chu gon' do When your favorite MC, got to sue you Cause he got to eat ain't nuttin taboo Get your ass beat by Erykah Badu Cause you wanna steal this good music Put me out of business, now you lose it [Chorus: sung with ad libs] Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout Tomorrow (that shit never come) This is very hard to swallow Keep your hand up on that throttle Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow [Ice Cube] Tomorrow, I'ma handle my business But today, I'ma drink this liquor Cause tomorrow, I might be a little quicker But today, I'm just the same old nigga You know that shit is still a day away Do yo' thang baby put your life on layaway Cause everybody is Nostradamus Boy don't you know that tomorrow ain't promised? To all the lil' mamas Don't do a nigga, like Isiah Thomas If you a bitch, please be honest Actin like a hoe you're not an an-gel While you're, daydreamin 'bout your future Motherfucker come around the corner and shoot you Don'tcha, get stuck in neutral Put your shit in drive, while you still alive cause [Chorus] Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout Tomorrow (that shit never come) This is very hard to swallow Keep your hand up on that throttle Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow [Ice Cube] Tomorrow~! That shit never come I know it sounds strange but today is never done I'm up in the Range when the clock strikes 1 While y'all countin sheep, I'm countin Benja-mons Up on my feet at the break of the sun President of the Gangster Na-tion We don't go to war, we go to the store We rob from the rich, and give to the poor Hip-Hop, oh what a bore Lettin college motherfuckers run the front door (Fuck that!) Let's take it back to the streets Don't let Viacom, dictate the heat The nerve of them, I never heard of dem Askin me about, my urban spins And if I got about, a thousand of them I'm a crate MC, accordin to them Fuck that! [Chorus - repeat 2X] Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout Tomorrow (that shit never come) This is very hard to swallow Keep your hand up on that throttle Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow [Ice Cube to fade] All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard The West coast warlord, the future is today Get your grind on mayne, get your grind On mayne, get your grind on |
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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 - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
I was told, cause I didn't witness the whole act
In and out was the movement of the bozack It was hot and sweaty and lots of pushin Then the nut came gushin And it was hell tryin to bail to the ovary With nuttin but the Lord lookin over me I was white with a tail But when I reached the finish line, young black male! One cell made two, and two cells made fo' and so on, so now I'm a embryo Then I got a hunch that I'ma be on lockdown, for nine months Chillin, with my mother to guide me And nuttin but a stomach to hide me from all that worry and bullshit Nine months later, I elbow pull and kick cause my time is up and I don't care With one big push, I'm outta there June 15th, it's just my luck In 1969, a nigga is the product "Ghetto ass nigga, you ain't shit, and you ain't gon' never be shit!" I learned how to walk and talk and all that They put me in school, but it don't matter Cause I'm sittin in history Learnin bout a sucker, who didn't give a fuck about me They try to shape us But I know Uncle Sam is a motherfuckin rapist So I stopped payin attention Ice Cube, headed, straight to detention Fuck that shit, I roam the hallways I'm sent home and I don't got all A's A high school dropout My father had beef so I tried to knock pops out But I got tossed, he's the boss I'm out of there and mad cause I lost Now bein on my own is a factor So I become, the neighborhood jacker Gimme your car, run your jewels Makin a livin robbin fools And if I let my nine rang out You know, it'll make your brains hang out So what's your fate? Am I the nigga you love, or the one you love to hate? The wrong answer is said, the nigga fled I pump lead, now he's in a puddle of red And if you got a buck, you're shit out of luck Stuck up by the motherfuckin product "Uh-uh motherfucker you gots to get a job if you wanna stay in my motherfuckin house" "Many young men reject the traditional values that are important to their parents. Church, school and family have been replaced by street, turf, and gang." Twenty-one now, and paid in full Feelin bad, from all the shit I pulled on people back in the day Plus, I got a little baby on the way So I'm tryin to go straight I'm with my baby's momma, out on a date Til the punk ass cops ran my plate Now I'm on a bus upstate "Oh, the young nigga done caught a case!" "Sittin in the mess hall, sayin my grace" -> LL Cool J Sent to a concrete hoe-house Where all the products go, no doubt Yo momma, I gotta do eleven Livin in a five by seven Dear baby, your man's gettin worn out of seein young boys gettin they assholes torn out And then he got shanked with a spoon And he was 'sposed to get out soon Is it my fault, he was caught in production Where a young black life means nothin Just because, I didn't want to learn your grammar you say I'm better off in the slammer And it's drivin me batty Cause my little boy, is missin daddy I'm ashamed, but the fact is I wish pops let me off on the mattress Or should I just hang from the top bunk But that's goin out like a punk My life is FUCKED! But it ain't my fault, cause I'm the motherfuckin product "He ain't shit" |
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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)
"There's no stoppin what can't be stopped.
No killin what can't be killed.." "There's somethin out there waitin for us." (x2) You can run but you can't hide from the Westside night stalker, shit talker Run and tell them it's the L.M. Nigga with the gat and I'm back off the everyday prey that I slay Rollin with a fo' chase ya through South Central Monkey-wrench ho should know that, she'll get the bozack Cause I'm not stavin, but fuck that Johnny Carson ho Never had me on the Late Night Show Comin with the shit that'll hit +Steady Mobbin'+ cause the flavor's good There goes the neighborhood Nigga with the third album; how come he don't fall off? Rollin 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 you're floored Motherfuck Billboard and the editor - here comes the Predator "Yo I'm out, but - I'll be back" (x4) Check your head for the new style Fuck Laurence Powell and Briseno - Wind and Koon, pretty soon we'll fuck them like they fucked us and won't kiss 'em Riots ain't nothin but dodge for the system Fightin with the beast, no justice, no peace If any, even if we fuck up Denny Niggaz are sick of your white man tricks with no treat That's 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 of white America, I'm tearing ya a new asshole Who's the nigga with the new black Strollin to your suburb house and I douse with gas, now who's cleanin up trash? Eat 'em up yum, and you're floored Motherfuck Billboard and the editor - here comes the Predator "Yo I'm out, but - I'll be back" (x3) "Yo I'm out.." "Here comes the Predator" "There's somethin out there waitin for us." Got my black rag showin and I'm hoin; Ira Reiner can kiss my grits like Flo, on "Mel's Diner" I'm meaner than a motherfuckin hyena chasin antelope Put my chrome to your dome, watch it bust like a cantaloupe I can't stand a rope, so don't try to hang 'em Talk about dogs; boy I can slang 'em Rat-a-tat-tat on your noggin Cause Ice'll cream your ass like Haagen-Dasz chocoloate - I get - crazy when I catch wreck Even be flippin the tongue like da-diggity-dung Das-EFX So who is Ice Cube? I'm a rapper, actor, macker Got a little problem with the redneck cracker, did the tallywacker Jerry Heller is a devil shit-packer Comin with a crazy pitch And the Statue of Liberty ain't nothin but a lazy bitch Don't wanna give up the crack, to the black But you'll call it racial, if we go and rape the ho But eat 'em up yum, and you're floored Motherfuck Billboard and the editor - I am the Predator "Yo I'm out, but - I'll be back" (x3) "Yo I'm out.." "Yo I'm out, but - I'll be back" (x3) "Yo I'm out.." "They indicated, that when trapped, the creature activated a self-destruct device, that destroyed, enough rainforest to cover three hundred city blocks." {*KA-BOOM*} |
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from Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. I (The War Disc) (2003)
"In the deep and dark bowels of the underworld,
order must be maintained. Without a strict and unforgiving chain of command, chaos is inevitable." Whassup youngsta? Since you the new booty, and don't know nothin, I got to show you bout the peckin order It's the order in how we do things and move things See, somebody gon' tell you what to do after I tell that motherfucker what to do It's the peckin order (*echo*) It's the peckin order (*echo*) We got the power to make you niggaz sour Big fish whale like Ichikowa, steppin out the shower It's the peckin order, ask ya daugther how we peck Inspect, high class ass to projects Push my Lex through the California rain, gutter lane Infamous schemes on the brain for my connect gang, put a strain on every link in our chain, that's right - we all get arraigned Takin sworn notes to makin c-notes Knowin all the while that bullshit floats and niggaz don't So nigga don't - gangsta paradise ain't nuttin nice Yeah we livin so trife we need Je-sus in our life *It's the peckin order It's the order how we do things and move things, only fuck with the true things Havin heavy intercourse with the world of depression Messin with the wrong bitches never learn our lesson Stressin, no guessin, never question Even when we playin, we testin, confession Do you still wanna meet where the killers eat? Held accountable for anythang you repeat It's the peckin order, ask your daughter how we peck When we smoke you, it's your best friend you suspect *Repeat Now c'mon, come on potnah, c'mon (it's the peckin order) Fuck that, I don't wanna hear none of that shit man All that cryin and beggin and shit To be honest wit you that shit really don't even affect me in no kind of way potnah You wastin your muthafuckin time (it's the peckin order) Let's get this shit goin, let's get it over with C'mon back here, back here I can't make no motherfuckin mess right here Check this out homie, make it easy on yourself I know you want a motherfuckin open casket where your peoples can see you and kiss on you but you gon' piss me off and I'ma blow noodles out your motherfuckin head and ain't none of that happenin after that So, c'mon back here, c'mon, right - c'mon, ay But you know, one more thing before I do this {*BLAM!!*} It's the peckin order (*echo*) It's the peckin order (*echo*) It's the peckin order (*echo*) |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
I heard payback's a motherfucking nigga
That's why I'm sick of gettin treated like a goddamn stepchild Fuck a punk cause I ain't him You gotta deal with the nine-double-limb The damn scum that you all hate Just think if niggas decide to retaliate They try to keep me from running up I never tell you to get down it's all about coming up So what they do go and ban the ak? My shit wasn't registered any fucking way So you better duck away run and hide out When I'm rolling real slow and the lights out Cause I'm about to fuck up the program Shooting out the window of a drop-top brougham When I'm shooting let's see who drop The police the media and suckers that went pop And motherfuckers that say they too black Put em overseas they be begging to come back They say keep em on gangs and drugs Yyou wanna sweep a nigga like me up under the rug Kicking shit called street knowledge Why more niggas in the pen than in college? Now cause of that line I might be your cellmate That's from the nigga ya love to hate Break Fuck you ice cube Yeah, ha-ha, it's the nigga you love to hate Fuck you ice cube Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me It's the nigga you love to hate Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops for the brothers What you got to say for yourself? You do like how I'm living? well, fuck you Once again it's on, the motherfucking psycho Ice cube the bitch killa cap peeler Yo runnin through the line like bo It's no pot to piss in I put my fist in Now who do ya love to hate Cause I talk shit and down the eight-ball Cause I don't fake you're begging I fall off The crossover might as well cut them balls off And get your ass ready for the lynching The mob is droppin common sense and We'll gank in the pen will shank Any tom dick and hank or get the ass Fake it ain't about how right or wrong you live But how long you live I ain't with the bullshit I meet cold bitches no hoes Don't wanna sleep so I keep popping no-doz And tell the young people what they gotta know Cause I hate when niggas gotta live low And if you're locked up I dedicate my style in From san quentin to rykers island We got em afraid of the funky shit I like to clown so pump up the sound In the jeep make the old ladies say Oh my God wait it's the nigga ya love to hate Break Fuck you ice cube Yeah come on fool It's the nigga you love to hate Fuck you ice cube Yeah run up punk It's the nigga you love to hate Yo, who the fuck you think you are calling girls bitches? You ain't all that That's all I hear, bitch, bitch I ain't nobody's bitch A bitch is a.... Soul train done lost they soul Just call it train cause the bitches look like hoes I see a lotta others damn It almost look like the bandstand You ask me did I like arsenio About as much as the bicentennial I don't give a fuck about dissing these fools cause they all scared of The ice cube And what I say what I portray and all that And ain't even seen the gat I don't wanna see no dancing I'm sick of that shit listen to the hit Cause yo if I look and see another brother On the video tryin to out-dance each other I'm a tell t-bone to pass the bottle And don't give me that shit about role model It ain't wise to chastise and preach Just open the eyes of each Cause laws are made to be broken up What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up And build mold and fold theyself into shape Of the nigga ya love to hate |
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from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents My #1 Priority (2010)
I heard payback's a motherfucking nigga
That's why I'm sick of gettin treated like a goddamn stepchild Fuck a punk cause I ain't him You gotta deal with the nine-double-limb The damn scum that you all hate Just think if niggas decide to retaliate They try to keep me from running up I never tell you to get down it's all about coming up So what they do go and ban the ak? My shit wasn't registered any fucking way So you better duck away run and hide out When I'm rolling real slow and the lights out Cause I'm about to fuck up the program Shooting out the window of a drop-top brougham When I'm shooting let's see who drop The police the media and suckers that went pop And motherfuckers that say they too black Put em overseas they be begging to come back They say keep em on gangs and drugs Yyou wanna sweep a nigga like me up under the rug Kicking shit called street knowledge Why more niggas in the pen than in college? Now cause of that line I might be your cellmate That's from the nigga ya love to hate Break Fuck you ice cube Yeah, ha-ha, it's the nigga you love to hate Fuck you ice cube Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me It's the nigga you love to hate Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops for the brothers What you got to say for yourself? You do like how I'm living? well, fuck you Once again it's on, the motherfucking psycho Ice cube the bitch killa cap peeler Yo runnin through the line like bo It's no pot to piss in I put my fist in Now who do ya love to hate Cause I talk shit and down the eight-ball Cause I don't fake you're begging I fall off The crossover might as well cut them balls off And get your ass ready for the lynching The mob is droppin common sense and We'll gank in the pen will shank Any tom dick and hank or get the ass Fake it ain't about how right or wrong you live But how long you live I ain't with the bullshit I meet cold bitches no hoes Don't wanna sleep so I keep popping no-doz And tell the young people what they gotta know Cause I hate when niggas gotta live low And if you're locked up I dedicate my style in From san quentin to rykers island We got em afraid of the funky shit I like to clown so pump up the sound In the jeep make the old ladies say Oh my God wait it's the nigga ya love to hate Break Fuck you ice cube Yeah come on fool It's the nigga you love to hate Fuck you ice cube Yeah run up punk It's the nigga you love to hate Yo, who the fuck you think you are calling girls bitches? You ain't all that That's all I hear, bitch, bitch I ain't nobody's bitch A bitch is a.... Soul train done lost they soul Just call it train cause the bitches look like hoes I see a lotta others damn It almost look like the bandstand You ask me did I like arsenio About as much as the bicentennial I don't give a fuck about dissing these fools cause they all scared of The ice cube And what I say what I portray and all that And ain't even seen the gat I don't wanna see no dancing I'm sick of that shit listen to the hit Cause yo if I look and see another brother On the video tryin to out-dance each other I'm a tell t-bone to pass the bottle And don't give me that shit about role model It ain't wise to chastise and preach Just open the eyes of each Cause laws are made to be broken up What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up And build mold and fold theyself into shape Of the nigga ya love to hate |
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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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