Ice Cube

[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

[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

[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

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

*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

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

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...]

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

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?

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

{*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)

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

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

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

[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.

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

[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

[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

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."

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

(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

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...

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

* 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

* 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

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

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!

[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!

ay, yeah you, motherfucker
You know who I'm talking to
Yeah, you that motherfucker that betrayed your homeboys and you ain't
Shit
Yeah, you about to get your motherfucking ghetto pass revoked,
Motherfucker
Punk-ass mark, bitch-made
Punk-ass trick in a basket
You got caught up in the mix...

It's the nigga ya love to hate with a new song
So what really goes on
Nothing but a come-up, but ain't that a bitch
They hate to see a young nigga rich
But I refuse to switch even though
Cause I can't move to the snow
Cause soon as y'all get some dough
Ya wanna put a white bitch on your elbow
Moving out your neighborhood
But I walk through the ghetto and the flavor's good
Little kids jumping on me
But you, you wanna be white and corny
Living way out
"nigger go home" spray-painted on your house
Trying to be white or a jew
But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to?
Get the hell out
Stop being an uncle tom, you little sell-out
House nigga scum
Give something back to the place where you made it from
Before you end up broke
Fuck around and get your ghetto pass revoked
I ain't saying no names, you know who you are
You little punk, be true to the game

Break
yeah, motherfucker
Yeah, you thought we forgot, huh?
Yeah, get a little money and moves out the neighborhood and shit
But you still ain't shit...

When you first start rhyming
It started off slow and then you start climbing
But it wasn't fast enough I guess
So you gave your other style a test
You was hardcore hip-hop
Now look at yourself, boy you done flip-flopped
Giving our music away to the mainstream
Don't you know they ain't down with the team
They just sent they boss over
Put a bug in your ear and now you crossed over
On mtv but they don't care
They'll have a new nigga next year
You out in the cold
No more white fans and no more soul
And you might have a heart attack
When you find out the black folks don't want you back
And you know what's worse?
You was just like the nigga in the first verse
Stop selling out your race
And wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face
Niggas always gotta show they teeth
Now I'm a be brief
Be true to the game

Break
yeah motherfucker
I see you got your fancy cars and shit
But you know what?
You still ain't shit
That's right, I caught you slipping
You know I could've gat you
Yeah, but I didn't even trip...

A message to the oreo cookie
Find a mirror and take a look, g
Do you like what you see?
But you're quick to point the finger at me
You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy
Black man can't be no yuppie
You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes
You don't associate with the negroes
You wanna be just like jack
But jack is calling you a nigga behind your back
So back off genius
I don't need you to correct my broken english
You know that's right
You ain't white
So stop holding your ass tight
Cause you can't pass
So why you keep trying to pass?
With your black ass
Mister big
But in reality, you're shorter than a midge
You only got yourself to blame
Get a grip, oreo and be true to the game

and ice cube practices what he preaches
He continues to live in south central los angeles
And he puts his money into projects that improve the neighborhood...

Be true to the game!

[ice-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

[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

[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]

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"

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.

"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*}

"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*)

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

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

[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}