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Ice Cube - When Will They Shoot

Verse One:

God damn another fucking payback wit′ a twist
Them motherfuckers shot but the punks missed
Ice Cube is out gunned what is the outcome?
Will they do me like Malcolm?
Cuz I bust styles new styles standing. . .
Strong. . . while others run a hundred miles
But I never run never will
Deal wit′ the devil wit′ my mother fucking 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 something I tried to study
But I got my hands bloody, yeah.
They say I can sing like a Jaybird
But nigga don′t say the J-word.
I thought they was bugging. . .
Cuz to us Uncle Sam is Hitler without an oven
Burning our black skin
Buy my neighborhood - then push the crack in
Doing us wrong from the first day
And don′t understand why a nigga got an AK.
Calling 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 trying to fuck me . . .
{wit′ no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline}
Its a great day for genocide
Thats the day all the niggas 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
Hear the mack come
Hear 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.
I met Farrakhan and had dinner
And you ask if I′m a five-percenter, well. . .
No, but I go where the brothas 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′?

Verse Two:

{gun shots}

You missed and didn′t hit the 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 a single, here′s my new jingle
The KKK has got three-piece suits
Using niggas like turkey shoots
My motto is "treat ′em like a prostitute."
If I say no violence devil, you won′t respect mine,
Fuck the dumb shit and get my Tek-9.
And if they approach us
A-ight, a-ight - I bury those cockroaches.
And if you can′t deal wit′ my "Kill at Will"
Here′s a new gift to get
Try my "Death Certificate".
Amerikkka′s Most, Amerikkka′s burnt - its like toast
Like Jordan I′m going coast to coast.
Dribbling the funk
Here comes the nigga wit′ the mother fucking monster dunk
Get off me punk
{You better eat your Wheaties}
Darryl Gates got the studio surrounded
Cuz he don′t like the niggas that I′m down wit′
Mother fucker wanna do us
Cuz I like Nat, Huey, Malcolm, and Louis.
Most got done by a black man′s bullet
Give a trigga to a nigga and watch him pull it.
Negro assassin,
I′ma dig a ditch, bitch, and throw your ass in
When they shoot, no, it won′t be a cracker
They use somebody much blacker
What I do?
I call up the Geto Boy crew
Cuz my mind′s playing tricks on me too.
Never die, surround my crib
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 going out cheap
Make the Mad Circle on Cypress Hill cuz its so steep.
They′ll never get me
They′ll never hit me
Mother fuck that shit J-Dee.
Now I relax
Grab the St. Ides brew so I can max.
Sitting on the window cuz its so fucking hot,
And then I heard a shot -
Boom

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:41

Ice Cube - Ask About Me

[hook]
[Mr. Short Khop, (Ice Cube)]
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (a-yeay)
I check it in in the Mid-West (hustle, man)
I check it in on the East Coast (The Hustle Gang)
(Look at me)
(Don Matta′)
(Poppa Don)

[Ice Cube]
Check my blood pressure,
they think they fresher than the Don
Prescription pills to keep me calm,
Nigga, I′m da bomb!
In the black Testerosa,
Sippin′ on Mimosa,
A bleedin′ ?nosa?
I′m in the West, we ain′t got the ?nego?
Give me Sicko kilos from Puerto Rico
When I okay it,
So much cheese, you got to weigh it
Never thought these niggaz was the feds
"Freeze" was the sound
I started lettin′ off rounds,
lay the whole fuckin′ room down
I don′t wanna see Your Honor,
Ratha eat pirhana from Benny Hana,
Smokin′ marijuana in my sauna,
I done hade it with these attics and faggots,
They them rattic causin′ static,
bring me my A-U-T-O-matic,
oh niggaz wanna se how we ride
Bitch, you know the muthafuckin′ side,
world muthafuckin′ wide.

[Chorus]
Make yo′ hustle official,
And them niggaz that′s wit′ you,
gotta push tha issue,
on the fools that dis you,
whether pump or pistol,
when it′s up in yo′ gristle,
hand yo′ mama a tissue,
If I decide to kiss you.

*hook* (replace "a-yeay" with "Ask about me")

Can you dig her?
It′s the bigger, seven-figure, super nigga
Wit′ the triggas at yo′ dome,
we like to roam,
Through yo′ muthafuckin′ home like a comb
and find the money that′s gone
And we′ll take you, shake you,
break you, take two,
play you on wit′ the chrome,
nigga shoot!
Execute, they try to electrocute
I got too much loot
Ya say I′m on yo′ hit list,
You niggaz miss,
tryin′ to turn my muthafuckin′ cheese into Swiss
Rappers make bucks and I can hear it,
hard to fear it,
′Cuz I know you grew up on my lyrics
It′s the boss player,
never lost hair over assholes,
blast holes in you muthafuckin′ tadpoles
Like a bullfrog,
nigga I′m a bullhog,
guppies get worked like puppies by the bulldog
Where millions never gave a fuck about Sicilians,
or killas on T.V. can see,
we got the real ones
So check yo′ muthafuckin CD-Rom
and your World Wide Web, dot com,
It′s the Don Mega!

*chorus*
*hook*

[Mr. Short Khop, (Ice Cube)]
What cha call it? (The Hustle Gang) x3
What cha call it? (Hustle, man)

[Ice Cube]
Ask About me x2

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:40

Ice Cube - Go To Church

[Snoop Dogg]
Nigga you need to stop snitchin!
All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin
Nigga if you scared, go to church
You knew the job was dangerous when you took it

Whattup it′s the big boss Dogg
Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C.
And I′m bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube
And I′m C-walkin on the motherfuckin concrete

[Intro: Ice Cube]
Yo if you′re fucked up, put your cups up
Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, nigga what′s up
See he′s a gangster, I′m a hustler
Yo it′s either thank ya, or it′s fuck ya

[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I′m down with Lil Jon ain′t got to pretend (YEAH!)
"Crunk Juice" nigga run the club that you in (HEY!)
You scary motherfuckers don′t wanna bring the ruckus (NAH!)
You just spend all your time in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I′ma knock fire nigga
from yo′ ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all the way down South (YEAH!)
I ain′t Mike Jones, keep my name out′cha mouth bitch (Mike Jones)
We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin
Look at Mr. Jackson, nigga with no reaction
If you scared, go to church, we gon′ hit you where it hurts
That don′t work, we′ll put you in the dirt
Cause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (hey)
Lyrics full of steroids, niggaz paranoid (hey)
And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up
When you realize your favorite rapper ain′t got no nuts

[Chorus 2X: Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
If you a scared motherfucker go to church (GO TO CHURCH)
If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A DO YOUR DIRT)
If you a down motherfucker put in work (A PUT IN WORK)
IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!)

[Snoop Dogg]
Click clackin, pistol-packin, Crip raggin folio
Who the only nigga in the club with the toolio
You ain′t know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is
"Is that Coolio?" Naw bitch, let me in
Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors & rappers
Hang out with kidnappers and jackers
Make money off crackers; can you imagine how I keep shit crackin?
It′s the big boss Dogg I′m back in action and smashin
I flash with the bling I sur-pass the supreme
You don′t really wanna have a clash with my team
I mix hash with the green I′m the, last of the kings
If I got a bitch with me she got ass in them jeans
Rollin through yo′ neighborhood, my Cadillac so clean
Servin all you suckers cause you all dopefiends
Just like that dopeman, nigga what′s up?
You run up with that bullshit I′ll fuck yo′ ass up

[Chorus 2X: Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
If you a scared motherfucker go to church (GO TO CHURCH)
If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A DO YOUR DIRT)
If you a down motherfucker put in work (A PUT IN WORK)
IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!)

[Lil Jon: repeat 2X]
You scared, you scared
You scared motherfucker you scared
You scared (you scared) you scared (you scared)
You scared motherfucker you scared (you scared)

[Chorus 2X: Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
If you a scared motherfucker go to church (GO TO CHURCH)
If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A DO YOUR DIRT)
If you a down motherfucker put in work (A PUT IN WORK)
IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!)

[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH)
Three for the pussy, fo′ for the glow (HEY)
Five for the rookies, six for the pros (NAH)
Seven for the numbers of them fuckin zeroes (WHAT?)
Eight for haters, nine for the cause
Ten for my niggaz, behind big bars (HEY)
Fuck these devils, and they laws (YEAH!)
Never question the size of Ice Cube′s balls

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:40

Ice Cube - Natural Born Killaz

[Dr. Dre]
Journey with me
into the mind of a maniac
doomed to be a killer
since i came out the nutsac
im in a murderous mindsate
with a heart full of terror
i see the devil in the mirror
BUCK BUCK, Lights out
cause when i get my sawed off
niggaz get hauled off

*Barrel one
touches your motherfuckin flesh
*Barrel two
shoots your fuckin heart out your chest
you see Im quick to let the hammer go click
on my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine
fool its your bad time
feel the blast of the chocolate bomber
Infra red aimed at your head
like your name was Sarah Conner
decapitatin I aint hesitatin
to put you in the funderal home
with a bullet in your dome
Im hot like lava
you got a problem?
I got a problem solver
and his name is revolver
its like a deadly game of freeze tag
I touch you with a 44 mag
and your frozen inside a boddy bag
nobody iller
than this grave yard filler
cap peeler
cause im a natural born killa

[Ice Cube]
Terror illistrates my era
now i cant hang around my momma
cause i scare her
Im quick to blast motherfucker
(yeah whats up)
it feels like im bustin a nut
when i open you up
cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist
all you weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss
cause im givin dirt naps
comin with them bomb ass raps
to make your lungs collapse
perhaps, you never sleep
cause evertime you doze
you catch blows to the motherfuckin nose
aint seen the sun, in 66 days
let me count the ways ^in a fucked up maze^
I never ever ever made a ho stay
but Im down with Dre
like AC is down with OJ
so fuck how your livin
Im the unforgivin
psycho drivin
murdera
its authentic
dont panic
i cant stand it
God Damn it
Scizophrenic
so FUCK CHARLIE MANSON
Ill snatch him out of his truck
hit em with a brick
and I′m dancin

[RBX]
Mass Murderer, Natural Born Killla,
And I dont wanna die
I DONT WANNA DIE
I DONT WANNA
I DONT WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DIE!

[Ice Cube]
I dont understand the logic in my dreams
but i understand i like the sound of Sireens
terrified screams from the streams
of Strycnine
dumpin on any motherfucker tryin to trick mine
cause motherfuckers wanna violate
now they stiff and cold
and they pupils wont dialate
ITS SO MUCH PAIN
MIGRAINE
headache
I can hear his bones break
he steps in the single door
gets his ass whipped with 20 lashes
like that dude up in Singapore
so Im a pull a fuckin Jeffrey Dahmer
now Im suicidal, just like Nirvana

[Dr. Dre]
Tic Toc
Toc Tic Toc Tic
Dr Dre and Ice Cube on some murderous shit
keepin niggaz in order
makin there live shorter
ready to slaughter
cause to me a life aint worth a quarter
or a dime
mushroom′s got my mind
hallicinatin
aint no debatin
im creatin an escape
route to be out without a doubt
Scot Free, so dont even think about tryin to stop me
cause i cant wait
im out the gate
on the for realla
a thrilla
or a natural born killa

[Ice Cube]
GI-GI GI-GI GAGA
THEY CALL ME DADA
6 million ways to murder
choose one
lose one soul
bodies turn cold
natural fright from niggaz goin bump in the night

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:39

Ice Cube - The Predator

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 ho′s should know that, she′ll get the balzac
cause i′m not staving, but fuck that
Johnny Carson ho′ 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 nigga with the third 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
mutha-fuck 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
niggaz 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 ho′, 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
mutha-fuck 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 mutha-fucking 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 ho′
but eat ′em up yum and your flawed
mutha-fuck Billboard and the editor
here comes the Predator

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:39

Ice Cube - Color Blind

Ice Cube:
Here′s another day at the stoplight
I′m lookin in my mirror so I can see who can see me
South Central is puttin Ice Cube to the test
With four brothas in the SS
I can′t go around and can′t back up
So I gotta peep game layin in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I′m never ever slippin I fully strapped
I grab my gat out the glove
Now, do these fools got a problem with me?
Or do they got love?
So when the light turns green, I don′t bone out
I wanna see what these black men are all about
Cuz if it′s my time, I′m just short
If not, I′m pluggin they Super Sport
First they get behind my ride...
Then they switch lanes to the left side
I′m scopin out the one smokin indo
Comin up fast, rollin down his window
He threw up a sign, I put away my nine
Fool, cuz I′m color blind

Threat:
Killa Cali, the state where they kill
Over colors cuz brothas don′t know the deal
And they′ll cap you, not if they have to
But if they want to, first they might confront you
But every nigga on my block can′t stop
And he won′t and he don′t stop
Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gangbang
And rookies ain′t the only ones that drop
Some say the little locs are gettin a little too loc′ed
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
Say the wrong word
then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird
Bust a u-turn, come back and get served nigga
For the women, it don′t matter how loud they blouse get
But wearin the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth split
It′s a shame, but it ain′t no thang to me
Cuz I slang these thangs like a G
It′s on, is anybody killin for the summertime
I gotta get another nine, even though I′m colorblind

KAM:
I′m fresh outta county on bail
And no sooner do I get out, seems like I′m right back in jail
For some gang related activity
Cuz everyday, different fools try to get with me
For no more than a color, or territory
Can′t rehabilitate ′em, that′s the sheriff′s story
So what′s left, the judge goes deaf
When you try to tell your side
And you ain′t blue eyed
Boy you better duck cuz the book is comin′
And just hand your car keys over to your woman
Because it aint no sunshine where you headed
And the shit′ll drive you crazy if you let it
But now, I got time to think
Because they hit me with everything but the kitchen sink
And I ain′t even shed a tear
Cuz believe it or not, they got more love for me here
Now picture that, but on a black and white photograph
Cuz brothas, you don′t know the half
On the streets I was damn near outta my mind
But ever since I′ve been down
I′m colorblind

WC:
Now here′s the game plan, yo, at a quarter to nine
I was told to peel a cap on the other side
Yo, young and dumb, full of come up, a baby loc
I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain′t no joke

Coolio:
Stable and able but I′m not ready and willin
Cuz I′m only 13 and I ain′t never did a killin
Grabbed the A.K. and jumped in the G ride
Started up the bucket and headed for the other side

WC:
Yo, spotted the enemies, now I′m on a creep tip
Hit the 5 dollar stick and I I put in my clip

Coolio:
So, I jumped out the car and no matter what the cost
I had my mind set on sendin niggaz to Harrison Ross

WC:
Caught one from the back and I looked in eyes
Thinkin should I peel his cap, or should I let him survive
Yo, I′m trapped in the plan designed by another side

Coolio:
I ain′t contributin to genocide (why?)
Cuz I′m colorblind

King Tee:
Niggaz in the hood ain′t changed
And I′ve finally figure out that we′re not in the same gang
Cuz, I walk the alleys of Compton with nowhere to turn
Every which way I get burned baby
Lou wears blue, Big Fred wears red
Put ′em together and we color ′em dead
Dead, dyin, gettin smoked like part of the fun
They get smoked just to show how many come to the funeral

J-Dee(Lench Mob):
I understand how all my homeboys feel
Cuz I was shot and to this day, I pack my steel
Cuz I was born in a certain territory
Where you don′t talk only the streets tell stories
With blue and red bandanas on the street
And if you slippin, you′ll be six feet deep
Cuz me and T-bone, we pay it no mind
And for the rest of the mob, we stay color blind. . .

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:39

Ice Cube - Cash Over Ass

[Mack 10]
Whassup Cube dog?
I got this bitch-ass nigga right here
Y′know, fuckin with this tramp-ass bitch
Puttin her before the scrill′ all the time, yaknowhatI′msayin?
Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every-mother-fuckin thang
Tellin this bitch all my mother-fuckin business
Puttin ass over cash everyday
Nigga fuck that, this Westside

[Ice Cube]
Be gone you fuckin peon, got the Don furious
Talkin on the phone got the Federal curious
I′m serious! I don′t give a fuck where he is
Snatch him out the factory, bring his ass back to me
How the fuck you think I got the NAME Bossalini? Punk
Mack God Rap Genie, you can′t see me
Up in this game ever since you was a lame
Y′all train at my school, nigga I rule
You never make me holla, smokin on a fifteen dollar
From across the water, watch your daughter
She might catch the Holy Ghost from this rap sermon
While you vermin smokin Sherman, I′m rollin somethin German, bitch
Money earnin makin mo′ money (ching ching)
Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy
Don′t need no honey, that′s right
Cause I′m thinkin with my big head, FUCK what my dick said!

Chorus: Ice Cube

We puttin cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers)
(We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us!)
We puttin cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers)
(We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us!)

[Ice Cube]
Now who′s that nigga got these bitches lookin silly? Me!
I′m the Big Willie for rilly, the real dilly
You can ask Phillie cause I got a year′s supply (Yup!)
You must want to die, don′t get the lye
After dark up at Griffith Park, shallow grave
For the mark check his heart, the game about to start
Big thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic)
Keep your mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches
If it twitches give it stitches
If it jiggles or switches, fuck and take pictures, now
I′m livin in a two-point zone, and I′m still bumpin
Call me in the clutch, ain′t lost my touch
Nigga what? on the microphone
If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it home
Tight as a Corleone
You got to get your own, baby get on, now

Chorus

[Ice Cube]
Get your ass up and go to work, cause you know
On payday, nigga that shit gon′ hurt
Fuckin with a skirt instead of handlin your bizness
Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes
I′m suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin fuck over finance
′Specially fuckin up my plans
I′m the boss, I can be late
But you′ll never see her and me, over currency
Givin you the third degree, cause you got
Too many broke bitches and you like bankin for a penny
Stop fuckin on them dum-dums
Find one with some ass and some income
Who wanna win? Who wanna spin?

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:38

Ice Cube - The Bomb

It’s like a holocaust to the boss when I toss
Too much knowledge kicked then you’re lost
In a shuffle of feet, jinx the fiddler
And I control your mind like hitler
You bow and vow to authority
See now, a sucker with a style just boring me
So I show k.n.o.w.
L.e.d.g.e. it might trouble you
Then I transform like a decepticon
With a mic as a bomb
In my right palm
But I don’t stay calm
So panic
Others can’t flow so they go schizophrenic
You thought I dropped a dud in your face
Until you taste the blood of the bass
Then you faint, or better yet pass out
When I’m on the mic, believe it’s ass out
You think you’re raw so you draw
You lose, you’re hung, you bite your tongue
The whole town saw in awe as you strangle
A noose on your neck, and you dangle
From side to side in the blazing heat
You’re beat, you’re dead, the fools fell off
You feel you’re turning red, it’s said
That your head burst
And this is only the first verse
Of the bomb

(break)

Don’t break up the fight let them rumble
Over the years I’ve watched some go super-bad quick
Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach
Now ask yourself, who’s stupid?
I take funky funky beats and I loop it
And pimp slap you in the face with the bass
And the boom from the bomb that I drop
Stop
You have a flat top as a fashion
I love black women with a passion
But when they gotta go and show their ass in
I gotta clown the hoes, yeah
You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres
They’ll steer you wrong
Ice cube’s got it going on, hit me
For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme
The system ain’t wholesome
They want to put a young brother in folsom
And others see me on lockdown
But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word
To the brother that rolls the herb
Everybody getting knocked to the curb like that
Jinx got the gat, and it’s a fact
He’ll kick a funky beat to peel your cap
Now who’s the mack?
Who’s the hoe?
Who’s the trick?
I got many, many styles won’t you take a pick
But don’t be alarmed
When I trip and stumble and fumble
And drop the (rewind)
Drop the bomb

(break)

I’m solo, you ask how I’m living
Still dropping more shit than a pigeon
With the l, the e, the n, the c, the h,
The m, the o, the b, the great
Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha
It’s the hip-hopper that don’t like coppers
And if you try to upset the pot son
You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun
I make the beats, I make the breaks
I make the rhymes that make you shake
Make you find
Ice cube never caught in the middle
I make shit to kick you in the ass a little
And still never hesitate to stutter step
Or bust a repitition on the mic
Still dissing all the hype
From left to right
How many left to fight?
So what that lench mob like?

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:38

Ice Cube - What Can I Do

Intro: [sampled announcer]

In any country prison is where society sends it′s failures
But in this country society itself is failing.

Verse One:

Today how you like me now I′m in the mix?
It′s 1986 and I got the fix with the chicken and a quota
Got the baking soda let the water boil workers all loyal
Dropped out the twelveth
Cuz my wealth is shorter than a midget on his knees
Now I slang keys
Infest my hood with crack, cuz I′m the mack
Take a nation of millions to hold me back
Too big for my britches, and I got bitches
Now I′m hittin′ switches, niggas want my riches
Used to get 18 when my G was alive, now a key is 13-5
′89s the number, another summer
Police ain′t get no dumber
Streets dried up, used to think it would last
But being a king-pin is a thing of the past
They tried to blast me for selling a boulder
Now I got my ass in Minnesota
Got my own crew, it′s on brand new

Damn, what can I do?

Today...

Verse Two:

Already done stack me half a mill ticket
Bought a house next to Prince, so now I can kick it
Now I got ends, wavin′ to my friends, rollin′ in my Benz
Goin′ to see the Twins, play at the dome
Police are tappin′ my mobile phone
I′m almost home
Gettin′ excited, indited, spent a grip and a year tryin′ to fight it
Lawyer got paid, plea, no contest
And everything I own got repossessed
Now take a look at the dust
And I′m happy cuz I only got 36 months
Never picked up a book
But my arms are 16 inches, niggas look
Can′t wait for ′92 so I can get with my crew
And see, what can I do?

Today...

Verse Three:

Phucked up in the pen, now it′s ninety-fo
Back in LA, and I′m bailin′ in the dough
Everybody, now I gotta start from scratch
So where to work at, and niggas smirk at
Me say ain′t nuttin′ poppin from here to the LB
What you tell me?
No it ain′t crack, and everybody′s jackin′ for a coupe
Cuz, they sent in the troops
Even tho I got muscle, that ain′t my hustle
Takin′ niggas sh*t in a tussle
No skills to pay the bills
Takin′ ′bout education to battle inflashion
No college degree, just a dumb ass G
(Yeah you Nigga, who me?)
I got a baby on the way, damn it′s a mess
Have you ever been convicted of a felony? Yes
Took some advice from my Uncle Fester
All dressed up in polyester
Welcome to McDonalds may I please help you?
sh*t, what can I do?

Today...

Outro:

The white man has broke every law known to man to establish AmeriKKKa.
But he′ll put you in the state penitentary, he′ll put you in the federal
penitentary for breaking these same laws. Now we gonna look and see if
this muthaphucker is guilty for the laws he′ll put you in jail for :

Drug using, drug selling, armed robbery, strong armed robbery, grand
larceny, rape, racketering, conspiracy to commit murder, extortion,
aggravated assault, mayhem, sodomy of the black man, trespassing,
embezzelment, purgery, kidnapping, smuggling, grand theft, brandishing
a firearm, carrying a conceled weapon, breaking and entering, and
premeditated cold-blooded murder.

Guilty on every charge

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:38

Ice Cube - Men Of Steel

Ice Cube
I′m sick wit′ it but it′ll still take ten of y′all
to take the Emperor′s temperature
Can I represent wit′ ya?
Smokin′ hemp wit′ ya
Pass the blunt from East to West
Cube to KRS (yes)
Take it from the Don
where I′m from the Man of Steel is made of Teflon
Keep yo′ vest on
hit me with yo′ best one baby
& watch me mack you
comin′ through with hard *** & Shaq-Fu
Never up in Spago′s when we knock hoes
head her off with some Reeboks and cagos
Westside rollin′ even if the car′s stolen
even if my eyes shut & jaw swollen
that′s how it′s goin′ down
You always smile when I frown
′cause you want the crown
you fuckin′ clown
I keep it real no more beef with Cypress Hill
now we super friends makin′ super ends
WESTSIIDE

Shaq
It′s a fact many know that Shaq made of mils
but did you know that Shaq made of Steel
Feel me!
No matter what I do the billy it′s gone flourish
Big **** just like a bus full of Japanese tourists
or it′s styles that flow like Hudson River debris
ship quarter keys of them Shaq CD′s Roo roo
Next MC that claim to keep it real
Shaquille gone slap ′em with a mil
criss cut clean numerical order bills
ill, now put it on the wrist
the best thing since grits & fake tits
Man Of Steel who you with?
I′m so fly when I walk I levitate
my caliber′s first rate
exceptional above great
Diesel′s large, guilty on every charge
of bein′ dope imagine Superman with a dookey rope

Chorus
1 2 3 4 Hit it
It′s the Men Of Steel bangin′ with the drum Hit it
4 3 2 1
Shaq B Real KRS Peter Gunz (Ice Cube)
1 2 3 4 Hit it
It′s the Men Of Steel bangin′ with the drum Hit it
4 3 2 1
Shaq B Real

B Real
Hip hop has plenty of Steel
with Shaquille & Chris & Real
nobody move stay still while the Masters build the Track
react the foundation hip-hop *** generation
hear my voice playin′ at the station
Immortal thought for the recorder
consider the picture deliver the scripture still hit ya
If the shoe fits ya wear it
you′ll inherit the culture
let me break down the whole structure
East Coast West Coast universal flava
pullin′ together with my neighbor no playa haters
just real no outrageous fantasies
jump out the pages from the book of MC′s
& nothin′ can penetrate the Steel mind state
like Shaq when he go back & dominate

Peter Gunz
Aiiyo I stop many hearts
part many wigs
*** & get it twisted &
play me for any pig
Conceived in the Bronx
born & raised but on the real
I be made of Steel like O′ Neal
feel me if ya got the skill
squeeze pale **** cause disaster
have you makin′ Tracks like Master
faster ghost like Casper
Man Of Steel hangin′ & bangin′ in yo′ district
never get it twisted I′m lifted, gifted
like Steel hard to penetrate
generate dollar signs you follow mine
Come in peace money I will bless that
bring the noise leave you on the Fourth
where I rest at For real

Chorus
1 2 3 4 Hit it
It′s the Men Of Steel bangin′ with the drum Hit it
4 3 2 1
Hip-Hop′s the same no matter where you came from
(Cube) WESTSIIDE
(B Real) Men Of Steel
(Cube) EASTSIIDE
(KRS) Men Of Steel throw ya hands up
(Cube) WESTSIIDE
(B Real) Men Of Steel
(Cube) EASTSIIDE
(KRS) Men Of Steel throw ya hands up

KRS-One
WHOOP WHOOP
That′s the sound of EMS
after some boy try test the KRS
Pick a single any single
what I bring you makes you tingle
it′s the lingo from the star like Ringo
& I mingle in the clubs
DJ′s MC′s get rug cut like shrubs
over the dub sound buzz
No one′s really knowin′
how I′m comin′ & goin′ showin′ & flowin′ cold
throwin′ these rappers chasin′ the dough
& out the frame my name remains the same
I came to maintain
Hip-Hop′s the same no matter where you came from
It′s all the same son get it correct
all that metal to pleather whatever
Give me respect!

Then I′ll collect a check & you can expect
something you′ll never forget
comin′ from my intellect
Oh what the heck
lyrical flex cash checks
I step through the brush like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
KRS-One is the nicest
Shaquille O′Neal definitely from Men Of Steel
You know how we feel
comin′ through like that on the track
KRS-One & we back (oooh oooooh)

Chorus
1 2 3 4 Hit it
It′s the Men Of Steel bangin′ with the drum Hit it
4 3 2 1
Shaq B Real KRS Peter Gunz (Ice Cube)

Gunz (Cube)
Throw ya hands up what up now (It don′t stop)
South Bronx represent that, Brooklyn represent that
(It don′′t stop)<---overlaps last line--->(It don′t stop)
(Huh, What about South Central? Ha ha haa

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:37

Ice Cube - Nigga of the Century

[Ice Cube]
Say you little son of a bitch, what choo tryin′ to be?

--when i′m big i wanna be a thug--

--you wanna be a thug, huh?! (yeah yeah)
What choo know (about) a thug, huh?! (yeah yeah)
You wanna see the bad guy?!
Look at Ice Cube (yeah yeah), that′s the bad guy!
You need people like him, can point cha fingas!
Huh?! (yeah yeah) the fuck you know about this shit?!
You ready to die?! O - K A Y
Where is that, you ready?
Cuz they ain′t touch the bad guy!!! oKay?--

I′m the nigga of the century

--oh, so zhuu a bad guy, c′mon prove it
c′mon, you think you bad?
How bad you are?!--

I′m the nigga of the century

-c′mon lets see how bad you are
c′mon bad guy! C′MOAWNL!!!--

(verse one) {:41
We the worsest, all purpose
You want murderers?
well you Serve us, hattin′ motherfuckers with curb dust
You heard us, don′t shit make us nervous
Not even when these fuckin′ feds try to serve us
Mention me, when you write it in your history
As a nigger with the key to the mistery
Grand motta ain word don′t mean shit to me
Who gives a fuck what they think, and what they see
Live how i got to live
Give what i got to give
Teach my kids positive, as well as the negative
Hope to raise better kids
The world needs a seditive, pray to god that we let him live

--Cuz you bad guy!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me

--You better mention me!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me

(verse two) {1:32
A nigga told me to keep hope alive
Survive, and 95 ′ill get you paradise
So i tried, nigga had to swallow his pride
But look into my eyes, i′m too wise to cook fries
Twelveth grade graduation, summer vacation
Mama said get the facin′ on them applications
Didn′t know back then, i was too young
Public school made me dumb as a motherfucker
What should i do in my life
Reverend Price, do you got some advice
Before i roll the dice
A nigga don′t wanna shoot craps, cuz it ain′t all fun and games
When you tryin′ to get that money mang
Gangbang, maintain or slang cane
T.V. got a nigga where he can′t use his brain
What the fuck you talkin′ bout, choose or loose
Bitch i don′t know the motherfuckin′ rules! (for real)

--Cuz you bad guy!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me

--You better mention me!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me

(verse three) {2:36
Who am i when it′s do or die
You can see a man′s sould thru the human eye
Can′t spend all your lifetime gettin′ high
Cuz you and i got to do, for you and i
Acktin′ wild as a jevenile
Now my whole life depends on the outcome of a trial
Wait-pow! these people ain′t playin′ now
Got to bring 85 percent of the time now
Fuck that, rather roll with the ruff pack
In the jet black, listenin′ to ruff rap
See it′s quite simple, you bitches ass niggas don′t know
What i′ve been thru, the weather′s presedential
The warfare′s mental, i sell my soul to the lord
For the perfect instrumental
And the number two pencil
And all the hussle found in chromasones of my kinfolk

--Cuz you bad guy!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me

--You better mention me!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me

--yeah, ok ok ok ok, call loko take it easy mang, choo got it!
Choo leave it the fuckin′ illest nigga to fuckin′ shit you!
Dess no problem withs that! gawn′na fuck dat!
June have a fuckin′ heart attack
It′s over! EVERYBODY KNOWS NOW!
It′s no fuckin′ secret
Joo know dis motherfucker, O - K A Y ?!!
It′s over! that′s it, die !!!
BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!!--

(Ice Cube - ′Pushsin Weight′ sample) {4:03
~I got that bomb...bomb...tit-tit...
Tity-tit...tity-tity...tity bomb...bomb...bomb
w-when I hit you uhh uhh uhh...

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:37

Ice Cube - Wrong Nigga To Fuck Wit

God damn, it’s a brand new payback
From the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black
How many motherfuckers gotta pay
Went to the shelf and dusted off the ak
Caps gotta get pealed
Cause "the nigga ya love to hate" still can "kill at will"
It ain’t no pop cause that sucks
And you can new jack swing on my nuts
Down wit the niggaz that I bail out
I’m platinum bitch and I didn’t have to sell out
Fuck you ice cube, that’s what the people say
Fuck amerikkka, still wit hthe triple k
Cause you know when my nine goes pop
It’ll bust your head like a watermelon dropped from 12 stories up
Now let’s see who’ll drop
Punk motherfuckers tryin to ban hip-hop
Fuck r&b and the runnin man
I’m the one that stand, with the gun in hand
Make sure before you buck wit duck quick
Punk, cause I’m the wrong nigga to fuck wit

"i’ma let y’all know one thing man.."

[verse two]
Hell yeah it’s on, you better tell ’em
Ice cube and I’m rolling with the motherfuckin l.m.
It’s the number one crew in the area
Make a move for your gat and I’ll bury ya
Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt
Punks roll when I put in work
Cause lench mob niggaz are the craziest
And y’all motherfuckers can’t fade my shit
South central, that’s where the lench mob dwell
Hittin fools up with the big ass l
One time can’t hold me back
Sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs
Stop givin juice to the raiders
Cause al davis, never paid us
I hope he wear a vest
It’s all about the l-e-n-c-h y’all know the rest
Motherfuckin crew, motherfuckin mob
Do a motherfuckin job in a motherfuckin squad
In ’91 ice cube grew stronger and bigger
And I’m the wrong nigga to fuck with

"one-and-two, ah-three-e-and-ah-four-and.."
"wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute"

[cube] drop a old school beat!

[verse three]
Like I said, it’s a brand new payback
Now in ’91, let’s see who beats the jack
Sir jinx grew a little bit taller
(keep the wack beats out) true motherfuckin baller
And hoes can’t roll on
Even bitches looking like en vogue gotta "hold on"
Don’t let me catch daryl gates in traffic
I gotta have it, to peel his cap backwards
I hope he wear a vest too, and his best blue
Goin up against the zulu
Break his spine like a jellyfish
Kick his ass til I’m smellin shit
Off wit the head, off wit the head I say
And watch the devil start kickin
Run around like a chicken, grand dragon finger lickin
Yo, turn him over wit a spatula
Now we got, kentucky fried cracker
Mess with the cube, you get punked quick
Pig, cause I’m the wrong nigga to fuck with!

"last person in the world you wanna fuck with.." (predator 2 sample repeat 3x)

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:37

Ice Cube - The Product

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"

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:36

Ice Cube - Doing Dumb Shit

Get your ass in here, boy
You hear me calling you?
O’shea!>

When I was young I used to hang with the seventh graders
Little bad motherfucker playing space invaders
Fucking with the girls in the fourth grade
Either feeling on they butts or pulling on they braids
Walking with the schoolhouse bully
By doing that, I had a lot of pull, g
Cheating on tests, making a mess
Cussing like a sailor at recess
It must a been a half moon
Cause you’ll catch me running out the little girls’ bathroom
Chewing on good and plenties
Got my gamble on at lunch pitching pennies
Yo I was living like the class clown
Pulling all the hokes, making all the jokes man
When you young it’s hard to see
That it’s wrong throwing rocks at the rtd
Popping out your window with a bb gun
Better yet knocking on your door and run
Playing hide-and-go-get-it for a little stank
Even though I was still shooting blanks
As soon as the dark hit
I was stealing candy out the corner market
Until I got my ass whipped
Cause I was ten years old, doing dumb shit

Thirteen, that’s how old I was
When my jimmy started getting a little peach fuzz
And I was looking at any butt and ass
Me and my homies started cutting class
Going up to the high school
Looking for any bitch I could lie to
Tell em I was older than I really was
Smoked my first joint and got really buzzed
That’s what a mack’s made of
But when I got my first piece of pussy I fell in love
Hard as a rock the long way
And then I put the rubber on the wrong way
But I still gotta have it
Overexcited and fucking like a jackrabbit
Goddamn I was hot
A virgin but I still knew how to lay pipe
Even though the hoe worked me
I still knocked the boots from here to albuquerque
Then the shit got strange money
I started shaking and jimmy felt funny
Then the nut came gushing
I jumped up got dressed and start pushing
Cause I thought the bitch broke my dick
Cause I was still young doing dumb shit

At 17 got my first volkswagon
And mastered the life-long art of dragging
To the women in college
Hung out with the og’s and got some street knowledge
Breaking in cars and all that
Hitting punk fools with a baseball bat
Fucking at a real fast rate
Til they said that I might not graduate
Then I said fuck the dumb shit
Cause pops’ll fuck me up quick
If things continued
So I start rapping about shit I been through
And I got real good
Now I look at all the kids in the neighborhood
Trying to be baby macks
Doing shit that I did seven years back
Going through a stage
But before they can grow up they on the front page
And they mommas is having a fit
Cause they died young doing dumb shi

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:36

Ice Cube - The World Is Mine

The world is mine (*whispered* the world is mine)
(repeat 4x)

The world, belongs to me
Niggaz don’t know my pedigree, w-s to the c
We be them hogs, that make it rain cats and dogs
We got the "bud" just like them frogs
Now everybody on the west, show some love
And everybody on the east, respect the corniche, it’s not on lease
Breakin laws, swimmin through the water like jaws
Gumby’s pause, and take they drawers, no balls
God damnit, niggaz take my planet for granted I can’t stand it
Catch a flight across the atlantic
Step off the plane, nuttin but expense of the game
Bitch I’m rich you know my name, show me the cane
Now are you sure? one hundred percent pure
Cause if it’s not, believe me the shit gettin hot
I got a plot to make your whole family deaf dumb and blind
(tell em one more time) the world is mine

Chorus: ice cube

The world is mine nigga, back up
I gots to get mine before I act up
(repeat 2x)

It’s a quarter to eight, I’m not finished my plate
I got a phone call to make, my niggaz tell me it’s fake
Oh what a mistake, here’s what I want you to break
Tie his feet with some weight, throw his ass in a lake
And then set up a date, between me and his mate
Tell her lobster and steak, and bitch don’t be late
Oh the pussy was great, I’m still sealin your fate
Cause you can’t imitate, the nigga you love to hate

Chorus

Can I grin, show my fin, I’m down with mack 10
Dub-c, k-dee, and kausion
It don’t stop, niggaz get to bowin a lot
When we enter the spot, look all the niggaz we got
Worldwide, nigga take a look outside
Got a brother named clyde, he’s like jekyll and hyde
Ice cube is the lick, westside is the click
(can’t get enough of this gangsta shit)
You wanna check our cajones we got the feds up on us
We gotta roll on daytonas because we know that they want us
And if they catch us in rap, it’s a reasonable doubt
My niggaz pointin me out, my momma scream and she shout
But we got enough green, from our triple beam
To hire the prosecution, and the dream team
This world ain’t nuttin but a dollar sign (ching ching)
I’m a partner in crime, the world is mine

Chorus

[mack 10]
Yeah, you punk ass niggaz know the side, so check it
When you meet us, you better bring your heaters
Cause the only way you could beat us, is if you cheat us nigga

Chorus

[mack 10]
We tight, ha hah
Where you from nigga?
Where you from nigga?

(tell them one mo’ time) ice cube: the world is mine (4x)

Ha ha ha, westside

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:35

Ice Cube - Last Words

Ice cube′s in the mutha-fuckin′ house
the nigga you love to hate
Ice cube′s in the mutha-fuckin′ house
the nigga you love to hate
Ice cube′s in the mutha-fuckin′ house
the nigga you love to hate
Ice cube′s in the mutha-fuckin′ house
the nigga you love to hate

[ICE CUBE]
Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror
the paranoid, gots to get the boy
Get your steel cuz I feel like a headbanger
Yah, I got a gang of shits, styles guns
my uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin′ ton
bucking down one, bucking down two,
bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you
Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black
Cause god damn its a brand new payback
Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga
on tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag
the nigga the sag the forty five mag. got you runnin′ like a fag
So, keep your mutha-fuckin′ jokes
Cuz, I′m that nigga with a fresh pair of locs
No yokes but smokes
Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren′t jackers
get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for cars

Ice T in the mutha fuckin′ house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin′ house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin′ house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin′ house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin′ house
Ice T in the mutha fuckin′ house

[Ice T]
O to the mutha fuckin G I break crazy
a lot of niggas hate me but they can′t fade me
Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me
mutha fuck mutha fuck pigs can′t stop me
UHH, am I a G, I got proof
Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof
with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up
[?Hit the mob dope?]
So whats up Punk
You want wha

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:35

Ice Cube - Cave Bitch

Give me a black goddess sister I can′t resist her.
No stringy haired, blonde hair, blue eyed, pale skinned buttermilk complexion. Grafted, recessive,
depressive, ironing board backside straight up and straight down. No
frills, no thrills, Miss six o′clock, subject to have the itch, mutanoid,
caucazoid, white cave bitch...

Verse One: Ice Cube

Ease back white bitch, I don′t play that
Just because I got on my L.A. hat
Stalkin′ walking in my big black boots
Is my jingle, now you want Mandingo
Big, black and handsome
I should hold your devil ass for ransome
Sorta like Patty Herst, but I′ll burst first bitch
And you know what′s worse
I′m coming from the land where the choppers roam
So phuck you bitch and your Coppertone
Stringy hair - no derrier - frontin′ and fakin′ with your silicone pair
Do I wanna phuck? Not hardly
That′s kinda like Barbie phuckin′ Bob Marley
It ain′t gonna happen, I keep rappin′
Muthaphuck Teniell, but see I′m the Captain of this ship
And I′m true to the game
Ya all look the same
Standin′ by my backstage door, hopin′ that′ll switch
Spread out you little cave bitch

Verse Two: Ice Cube

Why everytime we get famous
You wanna play us like Andy and Amos?
The devil sent you to try and tame us
But you can′t tame me, with no bitch named Amy
Lookin′ for the dark meat
But ho, I ain′t tryin′ to go out like Barkely
Cuz everytime I turn on the TV
I see several brothers with she-devils
Smilin′ cuz you out on a date
But sooner or later, the bitch′ll yell rape
Soon as daddy found out you a jigaboo
He′ll kill like he did Emmitt Till
Yah, he tried to kick bass
But the bitch probably threw it in his face
Sargent Bale ain′t nothin′ but a trick
Nasty as hell, stanky little cave bitch

Verse Three:

Now don′t think that I hate you
Cuz I won′t date you, bitch I gotta stay true
You can be a fan, but don′t expand
And try to get my dick in your hand
You better run to the minute man
Pale as snow, so act like y′know
Cuz if I slap it, flip it, and rub it like that
Yeah, it gotta be black
Plus yo ass too flat
I need a butt big enough that can clap
Rat-a-tat-tat
You can′t get mine ho
I′d rather phuck an albino
Atleast I know, she′s comin′ from the Nubian
And not the Ku Klux Klan that you be in
And I don′t give a fuck if your family is rich
You′re still a little cave bitch

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:35

Ice Cube - Enemy

Intro:

Every January 16th, it′s "The Dreamer, The Dreamer."
And all of you say, "I have a dream; The Dreamer."
And what did he dream?It stuck him right there.
And little black boys, and little white girls
will one day hold hands together.
Shit.
Is that where it′s at?Is that where it′s at now?
Them little blacks hands are yours.
You can′t hold the black brothers′ hands?
But you gonna grow old holdin′ crackers′ hands
before you hold each other′s hands?
You gonna walk with your enemy
before you learn to walk with one another?
How sick can you be?
(Enemy)

Verse One:

Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot
where you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot
Supercat said that the ghetto red hot
bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot
nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it
buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it
listen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive
god will survive, him protect the civilized
who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?
not me, not me
me never eat from the tree with the apple
I′d rather have a Snapple
do you know where you′re going to
do you know where you′re runnin from
scared of the sun, I live in the sun
You shrivel up like a raisin
and burn like the blunt that I′m blazin
Ku Klux Klan scared of my nutty beats
cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets
out number you somethin like 15 to 3
see, don′t love your enemy

Chorus

Enemies, enemy runnin from the G
enemies, enemy, you′re my enemy
enemies, enemy, when will I see?
enemies, enemy R.I.P.

Verse Two:

Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?
J. Edgar Hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya
with the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire
me not afraid, cause me know Elijah
goin to the East but straight from the Westside
swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride
through the fire, through the fire that will please us
I know that Farrakhan is your baby Jesus
devil don′t you know I′m a soldier?
in God′s name and the baby claim I′m gonna hold ya
like Folger′s Crystals feds
I′ma pick your ass like Juan Valdez
you don′t care if me die from the cracka
you don′t care if me have a heart attacka
you don′t care if me get car jacka
you don′t care cause you′re nothing but a cracka
now it′s Judgement Day, and Allah′ll never play
"freedom got an AK," them Guerilla say
Bobby Seale said, "please make it rough, bro"
when God give the word, me herd like the buffalo
through your neighborhood, watch me blast
tribe of Shabazz, get in that ass
you shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me
now you′re just a enemy

Chorus

Verse Three:

Now I change my style up, my style up,bodies pile up
just to trouble you, throwin out the W
sent me a subpoena
cause I kill more crackas then Bosnia, Herze - govina
each and every day out a siz-tre Chevrolet
with the heavy A to the muthafuckin K
now you treat me like a germ
cause your scared of the su - per sperm
please don′t bust til you see, the whites of his eyes
the whites of his skin, the whites of his lies
nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose
ya scared I′ma put this bone in your hoes
but I don′t wanna, I′ve been to cona
from the cavebitch with the nasty persona
hit me with the big black billy club
cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub
three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub
and it′s really scary, now they′re in the military
Sodom and Gomorrah, devil read your Torah,
Bible, Holy Qur′an
once again it′s on, got the hollow point teflon
and the brother Ron 2X, so who′s next?
(devil)
with Dub C, Brother G
Crazy Toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy
high off the Hennesy
hundred ten degree, no it′s not Tennesee
West L.A., what the hell can I say?
niggas wanna play, each and every day
pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the J
rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?
handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper
grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her
they call me Thumper cause I thump til it hurt
knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work
Master Farad Muhammad comin like a comet
when they see em, they all start to vomit
1995, Elijah is alive
Lewis Farrakhan, NOI
Bloods and Crips and little ol me
and we all gettin ready for the enemy

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:34

Ice Cube - Until We Rich

[Krayzie Bone]
Nigga the mission′s to get what you don′t got
The struggle it don′t stop, until we drop

[Ice Cube]
Krayzie Bone and Ice Cube..
The best thing in life in life is life (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Get your mind right, and get your grind right (we gotta keep goin)
[Krazyie] Hey young thugs (we gotta keep goin)
Get your mind right, and get your grind right
[Krazyie] Hey young thugs..
Get your mind right, and get your grind right

[Ice Cube]
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 floss-ey, kinda boss-ey
It′s gotta be done my way, do what the {fuck 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
(with my eyes closed..)

Chorus: Krayzie Bone

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
[Cube] 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

[Ice Cube]
To all the little homies that′s watchin TV
I see you tryin to be a O.G. 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 (WHAT?)
Showed you what a Six-ty Fo′ is (WHAT?)
Lord knows, "In God We Trust"
and everybody in the world wanna be like us (everybody)

Chorus

[Ice Cube]
To the kids of the world that′s waitin for wealth
Waitin for health, 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

Chorus

[Ice Cube]
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

[Krayzie Bone]
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..
(get your mind right, and get your grind right)
Yeah young thug, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours.. (Ice Cube..)
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
(the best thing in life is life)
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
(I got to say it twice)
Yeah young thug, the world is yours..
(the best thing in life is life)
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
(get your mind right, and get your grind right)
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Yeah young thug, the world is yours..

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:29

Ice Cube - Bop Gun

At these up late times, hardcore funkateers before the bop gun.
We unleash you a positive light. the bop gun can do you no harm.
It frees yo mind, so yo kind can follow. (yeahhh.)

So wide you can’t get around it
So low you can’t get under it
So high you can’t get over it
Iiiiiiii, can’t get over it
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
Well all right!
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
Attention all radio station jocks ...
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
Haw haw, got to be groovin’ jammin’ on yo box.
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
The mothership connection is upon you again.
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
Yeah, workin’ up a sweat, is it wet yet?
[ready or not, here we come
Getting down for the one which we believe in]

Verse 1: ice cube
1993, much more ba-e-ya-e-younce
Ice cube comin’ with the half ounce
Not just knee deep, jeep fulla smog
A, to, mic, dog
Like ya behind, heard it through the grapevine
How much longer will you be mine?
And i’ma tell ya, I don’t like drama
So do I have to put my handcuffs on your mama
’cause bertha butt did her fuckin’ boogie with her crew
But I’d rather fuck you, boo
And make you say humdrum, tweedee dum
Humdrum don’t succumb when I’m done, buckin’ shit
One nation under a groove gettin down for the fuck of it
Tear the roof of this motherfucker like we did last night, son
And hit you with the bop gun

[george clinton]
Here’s my chance to dance my way
Out of my constriction
Gonna be freakin’ up and down
Hang up really late
The groove I only got
We shall all be moved
Ready or not, here we come
Gettin down for the one which we believe in
[one nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]

{yeah.
Dance, sucka, dance!

{yeah, heh heh. and it don’t stop. sheeeit.

Givin’ you more of what you’re funkin’ for
Aw, feet don’t fail me now! ha ha!
[givin’ you more of what you’re funkin’ for]
Do you promise the funk {yep, the whole funk,
Nothin but the funk?
{hit you with the bop gun, heh,
Buss a cap with my bop gun,
Gotta hit you with the bop gun,
Buss a cap with the bop gun, hit you with the bop gun,
Buss a cap with the bop gun, heh, ’cause I’m the top gun...
Ready. {yep ready. {yep ready. {yep, come on
[ready or not, here we come
Gettin down on the one which we believe in]

Verse 2: ice cube
If you hear any noise, it’s just me and the boys
Playin with our toys
M-1, cuz everybody’s gotta have fun
Under the sun, under the sun
So rough, so tough when I get down
The disco fiend with the monster sound
I wants to get fucked up when I’m chillin’, whoa
The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill-in
You let her funk me ’cause my funk is the best
Comin from the west
Kickin that shit be occupied, dedicated to the preservation motion of hips
Hittin them dips, cd skips but I’m straight
As I bounce, rock, skate, now I’ll toast to that
If it’s rough, make the girls say
"do that stuff! aw, do that stuff!"
But ya got to be, you got to be a freak of the week
For the top gun, hit you with the bop gun

[one nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
{trick! yeeah! jus hit ’em with the bop gun!
[one nation under a groove {heh
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
{get up with the bop gun...
[one nation under a groove (’bout time we got down, one time)
Gettin down just for {the fuck of it, yeahh
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
[one nation under a groove (now everybody say)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
[here’s my chance to dance my way
Out of my constriction]
[feet don’t fail me now! ha ha!]
{get ’em with the bop gun...
I’m a’ blast with the bop gun ... heh heh ...
On yo ass with the with the bop gun ...
I’m talkin’ trash with the bop gun ... yeah
And it don’t stop
And it won’t stop
Here’s my chance to dance my wayyy,
Out of my constriction
(yeahhh, feel the shit now!)
{oh shit

... hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!

Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!
{oh yeah
Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!

Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!

Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!

Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!

[givin’ you more of what you’re funkin’ for
Feet don’t fail me now]
(that’s right!)
[do you promise the funk
Givin’ you more of what you’re funkin’ for
Ooo, feet don’t fail me now ....
Can I get it on my good foot, good gawd ...
’bout time I got down one time]
(can I get down one time)

[ice cube]
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There ain’t nothin’ wrong, so hit the bong
Waitin’ on the double dutch bus for a ride
As the buffalo bitch go round the outside
Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip
Got daytons on the mothership
And you can ring my bell if you need me to pass
The dutchie on the left hand side for the sale
Cuz nobody knows where the nose goes when the doors close
Dog chow got the hoes
Lookin’ for the theme from the black hole
Now I’ll big bang you with my black pole
Flashlight, red light, we don’t like cops on the bike
Just made bail, tonight
So whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I’m gonna have some fun with the bop gun

(ready or not, here we come
Getting down on the one which we believe in)
[one nation under a groove
(here is my chance to dance my wayyy)
Gettin down just for the funk of it (one nationnnn)
One nation and we’re on the move
(get it on my good foot, good gawd)
Nothin can stop us now]
(ha ha ha ha ha haeeee)
[one nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
(now I want everybody to put together this time ... hit me!)
[one nation under a groove
(can I get it on my good foot)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
(uh huh, uh huh, one nation)
[one nation under a groove
(can I get it on my good foot)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
[one nation under a groove (ooh yeah)
Gettin down just for the funk of it (ooh yeah)
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
(ha ha ha ha ha haeeee)
[one nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us no wwwwww]

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:29

Ice Cube - Let it Rain

Chorus
Let it rain make it bang
Niggas in my ′hood sayin′
Fuck everythang
WC (Let it Rain)
Let it rain make it bang
Niggas in my ′hood sayin′
Fuck everythang

WC: Skip skip Connect Gang Connect Gang

Cube
It ain′t my fault you wanna C-walk
and gang bang when you hear the G-talk nigga
swing that bitch ′til you break the ball joints
niggas can′t see me on this mic or this ballpoint
Papa Don got it locked (got it locked)
with the Glock got ya butt naked to ya socks yayae
The Westside Connect Thugs...
Ain′t no California Love just California slugs

Mack 10
Yo well by popular demand W.S. now I′m back
heat loaded finna jack for another true platinum plaque
It ain′t new Westsiders been harder
since Cube had the curl drippin′ on the Raider starter (ha ha)
cocked is a must if in heat you trust
now bang the hot hopper ′til all four pumps bust (bust)
Smoke dust then take ten paces
with big bright bows in my flamed phat laces

W.C.
Thunder thunder hot as fire
it′s the return of the three kings
Zulu we′re the gang bang empire
(singsong)
W.C. the C & B walker conduct the blue chucker
painter pants yep I′m still bangin′ on you busters
In the Shark Bar G′d up I got′em nervous
with hoes packin′ gats in they candy sprayed purses
Fresh off a 2 piece smelling like a pick
it′s that bandana swinger from the number 1 click

Chorus

W.C. (singsong)
Blowed off yak with the W.S. tat′
with the whammy in the back
real riders where you at?

Cube
Bitch, I could give a fuck if you liked me
rollin′ with the Mack, Maniac, & W-Shiesty
My nigga just spent a house
on some tinted out, some shit you gotta rent it out
It′s time to meet the gorillas
the gangsta the killer & the dope dealers
Mack: (We Go-Rillas!)
Cube: and y′all niggas gon′ feel us
and fuck everybody that wanna kill us.

Mack
If it ain′t a 64 it′s a 6 double 0
foot to the flo′ what you want from the sto′?
Bang loose off that act right juice
Ghetto rich niggas sippin′ on a deuce-deuce
Fall in & get quoted ′fore the heat get reloaded
Servin′ in the ′hood got us all gettin′ shorted
kick rocks or pick rocks from the D-dealer
Westside ride against the grain in a three wheeler

W.C.
CONNECT GANG is back ching ching
look at me kickin′ ′em with a brand new track ching ching
Call the G′s all of the G′s!!
Niir please get yo′ ass out the chair
throw yo′ hands in the air
with the craziest one of my alias no mistaken this
trick don′t play with this I′m the Original Shadiest
Stayed in this played in this takin′ it back to the days
of gangsters it′s sick as they come
Let me know where you from!!!

Chorus w/ ad libs ′til end

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:28

Ice Cube - Penitentiary

"Attention all nigga rows and nigga hoes
We′ve decided to rob this motherfucker the legal way
Nobs injecting ourselves to become property on the stock
In the penal system. In the justice system"

Penitentiary, I hear you calling me (x4)

[Verse 1]
As the world turns, it burns while it′s spinning
Coming to a fucked-up ending
I can′t wait till the day everything in the hood is straight
And I can hit the purty gates
Until then, the pen is unfair
Slave ships in the middle of nowhere (ma)
I lets my goddamn hair grow (ma)
Bellin′ in court, lookin′ like a scarecrow
On Capital Hill, they them passed a bill
Coming at me with a fucked-up deal (nah)
The judge gave me a ′L′
But y′all can′t tell
I wait and cry in my cell
Convicted negro, superhero
Speaker at our house
Takin′ lyrics in my mouth
Bitches in the south showin′ ass (mm)
Mix a lot, got hoes puttin titties on the glass
We blast in the west for example
And rap about this shit over funkadelic samples
Yo′ babies see me kill a fool on TV (Wilson!)
And straight call me a G

[Chorus]
Penitentiary, I hear you calling me
Penitentiary, I hear you calling me
Thinkin′ of illegal ways to get paid
But it ain′t shit, got to be legit

[Bridge]
South-central L.A.
You can buy your game from the C.I.A., hey-hey
And South-central L.A.
You can buy your game from the C.I.A. baby

[Verse 2]
When the evil outweighs the good
And you only give a fuck about rucks
The Earth will self-destruct (Bitch)
Fuck the ozone layer, bitch I′m a playa (Bitch)
Plus we got a black mayor
I get sex when I shows flex (Booom!)
Porbey Rolex (Booom!)
Which hoe is next? (Booom!)
Would you like a piece of me? Not a mate
Calling you a hoe ′cos I′m fucking on the first day (uh)
My world is a one-mile radius
I swear every other hood is the shadiest (uh)
Could the crips and bloods be all rotten
When the trilateral commission is plottin′?
What you gonna do when the Earth erupts?
Some niggaz gettin′ nuts outa carafel cups (punk)
Fool you on master′s woe
But won′t even think about, sucking Bob Doe (punk)
Asshole from the Senate
How can you relate to a project tennant?
Motherfuck you and not the courtman, no corrections
Tryina′ get a section of this west-side connection

(Chorus) (x2)
(Bridge)

Just because you gotta stay
You ain′t gotta rot away
We gon′ come and get you one day
(repeat until fade)

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:28

Ice Cube - Really Doe

{*GUN SHOT*
"Ain′t nobody talkin when I′m talkin fellas so shut the fuck up!"

{Slick Rick sample repeats in background:
"And who the fuck are you?"
[Ice Cube]
Ohh.. steppin up in my motherfuckin uhh..
Chuck Taylors, Knick kickers, Wallabee′s, ??
On my ass I got the umm.. um.. khakis, 501′s
On my back I got the uhh.. sweatshirt
You know, with the fat three creases
Uhh, my t-shirt, Slingshot, uhh.. khaki shirt
Umm, and I got the K-cutter, in my, in my pocket
Uhh, got the afro, the braids
Motherfuckin uhh, rollers
"You got to believe, somethin.."
And I just ask my motherfuckin self, uhh
"I got to believe in me.."
{"And who the fuck are you?"
{"And who the fuck are you?"

[Ice Cube]
To G or not to G, is the question
And like Smith told Wesson
I′m shady with the .380 old school diploma
I′ll leave that ass in a coma, so
If you got a herringbone, _Welcome to the Terrordome_
Two-eleven, sorry Reverend
Oh my god, gettin robbed
Reach for the small, "Atomic Dog"
Hard to swallow, janky as Rollo
Count to ten, and don′t try to follow
Cause just like Waco, I can take fo′ --
-- ATF, to they death
Bust a left on Western, go and get a room
Don′t want to be a felon like Stacey Koon
Get the right bitch, hit the light switch, here we go
Tap that ass like this - really doe

"You got to believe, somethin.."
West Side Lench Mob
"I got to believe in me.."
Cause I′m a motherfuckin G
Cause I′m a mother-fuckin..
{"And who the fuck are you?"

[Ice Cube]
Thirty in a holdin tank, catch the vapors
Make me a pillow out of toilet paper
Concrete bench kickin off the hemorrhoids
Ese′s deep, don′t fuck with dem boys
Phone check, co-llect call from the baller
Her mama said please don′t call her
Do-Wah-Diddy, far from +New Jack City+
Seen one of my peers, "What the fuck you doin in here?"
He said, "One-eighty-seven on the enemy"
And they treat me like I just shot a Kennedy!
Deputy bitch thinks she′s the Queen Bee
Ink on my thumb, index, and pinky
"Sir, what set you from?" Play dumb
"General popu-la-tion"
Mama put your house up, and I can bounce up
out this motherfucker, that′s why I love ya
Out like a boss, with a half-pint of sauce
Got the shit sewed up like Betsy Ross
What a friend know? Buy some indo
Never fuck with a silly ho - really doe

"You got to believe, somethin.."
Really doe, bitch
"I got to believe in me.."
Cause I′m a motherfuckin G
God damn I′m a motherfuckin G
"You got to believe, somethin.."
Yup, that′s right
"I got to believe in me.."
Cause I′m a motherfuckin G
God damn I′m a..
{"And who the fuck are you?"

Knock you out like NyQuil, I′ll kill you quick
You sucker-for-love-ass trick
So don′t run up, wit ya gun up
Cause I got the back breaker, double pump rump shaker
Cause we can play hookie in the _Aqua Boogie_
With concrete Nikes, ya gets no stripes
Livin unforgiven with the mic on
And punks runnin like roaches with the light on
And that′s all the shit I′m startin
Bust a cap (ka-kow-POW) like Jerome on Martin
You lookin for a punk with benefits
cause you got a baby, that take many shits
And you know I got a grip like a baby on a tit
Scopin hopin, thighs open
But I kick back, six-pack, and hit the Phillie slow
Hooker hoe - really doe

"You got to believe, somethin.."
Ice Cube, yup
"I got to believe in me.."
Cause I′m a motherfuckin G
God damn I′m a motherfuckin G
"You got to believe, somethin.."
Really doe - West Side
"I got to believe in me.."
Cause I′m a motherfuckin G
Motherfuckin O, motherfuckin G
"You got to believe, somethin.."
East Side
"I got to believe in me.."
{"And who the fuck are you?"
{"And who the fuck are you?"
"You got to believe, somethin.."
South.. Side
"I got to believe in me.."
Cause I′m a motherfuckin G
G, G, G, motherfuckin G
"You got to believe, somethin.."
North Side
"I got to believe in me.."
{"And who the fuck are you?"
{"And who the fuck are you?"
"You got to believe, somethin.."
"I got to believe in me.."
{"And who the fuck are you?"

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:28

Ice Cube - The Shot

[phones ringing, babies crying]

white guy: Hi how ya doin′ ?

nurse: Doctor′s office, could you hold please? Yes sir can I help you?

white guy: Yes I have a four o′clock 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, thanks.

nurse: The doctor will be right with you, and can I get you anything?

white guy: Uhh maybe a glass of water would be great.

nurse: Okay great.

[door shuts]

white guy: Damn, what is taking so long?

[door creaks open, funky music in the backround]

doctor Ice Cube: Yo wussup?

white guy: Hi how ya doin′ ?

doctor Ice Cube: Alright, let′s see what we got here uhh, Mr. White huh?

white guy: Yes sir that′s me.

doctor Ice Cube: heh, I heard you don′t like shots do ya?

white guy: No I sure don′t.

doctor Ice Cube: Aww you′re a big boy uhh this won′t hurt a bit,
jus′ uhh turn your head...

white guy: Let′s get this over with.

doctor Ice Cube: yeah uhh, rub a little alcohol on there, right here,
for you, and uhh brace yourself!

[click]
[BANG!]

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:27

Ice Cube - Jackin For Beats

Intro:

Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up
Whassup nigga?
Get over there... shit
Ya lil punk ass nigga
C’mere, c’mere, c’mere boy
God damnit you stop that shit now
Take him to jail and get him the hell from in front of this house
Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man
Whassup?
Wait a minute?
There are police, go!

Verse one:

Give me that beat fool, it’s a full time jack move
Chilly chill, yo homie mack the track move
And I’ll jack any tom, dick and hank
That’s the name of the suckers I done ganked
I get away from a copper
Drop a dime, I’ll break you off somethin proper
With the l-e-n-c-h-m-o-b
T-bone and that’s j.d.
And here’s how we’ll greet ya
Stop fool, come off that beat ya
Feel dumb cause you’re caught in the dark
(ya lil nuttin ass mark)
Raise up, cause you cant’ have it back
You said - "i ain’t never got gaffled like that"
Off the end of the gat you choke
Short dog’s in the house - "whattup loc? "
Nuttin but a come up
Gimme that bass, and don’t try to run up
Cause you’ll get banked somethin sweet
Ice cube and the lench mob, is jackin for beats

Verse two:

Huh, and even if you’re down with my crew
*yo chuck man, I dodn’t understand this man
You got to slow down*
I jack them too
And then we’ll freak it
Kick that bass, and look what we did
Fade the grade, played, and made a few mil
And I keep stealin
Ice cube’ll make it funky
But right about now - *let’s get up in the hump*
But I don’t party and shake my butt
I leave that to the brothers with the funny haircurs
And it’ll drive you nuts
Steal your beat, and give it that gangsta touch
Like jackin at night
Say hi to the three fifty-seven I’m packin
And it sounds so sweet
Ice cube and the lench mob, is jackin for beats

Verse three:

Ice cube, will take a funky beat and reshape it
Locate a dope break, and then I break it
And give it that gangsta lean
Dead in your face as I turn up the bass
I make punk suckers run and duck because
I don’t try to hide cause you know that I love to
Jack a fool for his beat and then I’m audi
So when I come to your town don’t crowd me
Cause I know, you’re gonna wanna kick it with me
But I know, none of y’all can get with me
So you think you’re protected
Well you are til you put a funky beat on a record
Then I have to show and prove and use your groove
Cause suckers can’t fade the cube
And if I jack you and you keep comin
I’ll have you marks a 100 miles and running!

*stop stop stop stop stop!
Sa-prize, niggaz*

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:27

Ice Cube - Make It Ruff

Verse one:
Here′s another topic I′m addressing,
so learn a quick lesson, about your Smith and Wesson.
Sit your ass back and comprehend,
as I let you know about man′s best friend.
Now remember, it used to be a dog like Lassie,
but now in ′91 it′s a gun if you ask me.
Just like a jimmy hat′s used for protection,
I use my nine when suckers start to flex it.
′Cause if you run up and try to play mine,
I rather have a AK than a fucking K9.
′Cause if you shot your gun and my dog tries to fetch ya,
me and the dog′s going out on a stretcher.
And I ain′t with that, so I gotta get that
big black gat, aim and I hit that.
Forget about a dog fool, he′ll shit in the (??),
nowadays, a gat is man′s best friend.
man′s best friend
Verse two:
Here is the reason why Ice Cube′s packed,
just in case the little punks try to jack.
I can′t put a motherfucking pitbull under a coat,
and a small on my back.
So I gotta take my beret off, and I betcha
It′ll probably work a 100 percent better.
′Cause it′ll keep me out of danger,
with sixteen in the clip and one in the chamber.
So this goes to all y′all intruders,
beware of the owner, ′cause the owner is a shooter.
I don′t just wanna give your ass rabies,
I rather have your ass pushing up daisies.
And I can′t do that with Benji,
Rin Tin Tin, or Spotch McKinsey
Forget about a dog fool, he′ll shit in the (??),
nowadays, a gat is man′s best friend.
"Just don′t let me see you shoot no dogs"
"Hey, I got shots fired here, send me another unit"
"The profile of a typical American gun owner is this:
over thirty, white, male, middle class" --> Peter Jennings
"take that motherfuckers"

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:27

Ice Cube - My Loved One

[cube]
Nigga ain’t tryin’ to do too much

All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones (yaaeyae)
Spend a hun’ on my loved ones (yaeeyae)
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins
(repeat w/)

I like to get down with my peoples & my folks
My dogs & my locs the room filled with smoke (brr)
I got these crip niggas talkin’ to the bloods
& niggas ain’t spreadin’ slugs but spreadin’ love (yeah)
It’s the thang we do since ’ 92
What’s the use of you killing me & me killing you?
We at the picnic off the liquid
We the illest in town & nobody gets sick
Heard these freaks don’t get along
Cause one hair is short & one’s is long
The dick don’t care ’bout no hair
What you talkin’ ’bout? we can work it out
When you with me nigga all the drinks on the house

All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun’ on my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins
[s.k.] what you wanna do?
All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun’ on my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins (yaeeyae)

[s.k.] what they hittin’ fo cube?

[cube]
Oh you wanna pay the price
I’m like poltergeist when I get ya dice
I make ’em do thangs
Man I got the method like wu-tang
Have you niggas changin’ like mood rings
So we should kick back on this six pack
Where them bitches at with the fifth of yak (cognac)
(oh they went to get some food too)
I know the people that you came with
& hang with but who’s you?
[s.k.]
They call me short khop
I’m the nigga in the bathroom with
2 bitches & the do’ locked (you? ? )
I know you famous & I must be buzzin’
But can’t nobody give head like yo’ cousin (ah fuck you)

All I wanna do is have fun with yo’ loved ones
Spend a hun’ with yo’ loved ones
Make a run with yo’ loved ones
Yo’ relatives & yo’ cousins (ha haa)
(what you wanna do? )
All I wanna do is have fun with yo’ loved ones
Spend a hun’ with yo’ loved ones
Make a run with yo’ loved ones
Yo’ relatives & yo’ cousins

[cube]
Now be careful on yo’ way home
You know it’s on with the police
They can’t see a nigga get no peace
They pull you over never carin’ if you drunk or sober
They wanna fuck with yo’ nuts
Call yo’ baby momma sluts put you in cuffs
In the afterworld yo’ ass gon’ get touched
We see you later workin’ for them haters
Fuckin’ space invaders comin’ up the elevators
To 304 damn that’s my suite
Why you bammin’ on the fuckin’ do’ & holdin’ heat
Bring yo’ ass in come on have a seat
We can meet over somethin’ to eat
Muthafucka

Cause
All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun’ with my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins
(what you wanna do? )
All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun’ with my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins
(it’s on me& you)

C: I ain’t fuckin’ with no niggas that don’t love me bitch
Fuckin’ with y’all muthafuckas.
We through with the bullshit.
Kick rocks nigga if you with that bullshit kick rocks
All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins
Connect gang he hah connect gang
Put it down like this...
Put it down like this & never ever miss

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:26

Ice Cube - Ghetto Vet

Life....
niggas used to come and get me
when it was time to disagree with an enemy
pass the hennessy it gives me energy
packed the gat in the small of my back
where these niggas at I clear the whole pack
talkin′ shit cuz I′m down for my set I′m a vet
smokin′ on a wet cigarette
(who these niggas think they are)
(wishin′ on a ghetto star i represent my tar)
I start bustin′ and they scatter like water bugs
cuz these westside niggas is harder thugs
enslve us but nothin′ can save us from sportin′ Ben Davis
shootin′ at your neighbors
(cuz sometimes I feel like a nut don′t give a fuck when I open ya up)
hot rocks fly from the back seat and
busta ass niggas run like a track meet
an if you crawl in the middle bleed mo′ than a little (what)
killer king is the hospital
feelin′ numb from the bullets I hum
and when they hit black mothers have fits I don′t give a shit

(Chorus)
[Mack 10]
Fool I′m a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[Mr. Short Khop]
Its rainin′ bullets and I′m still there
(Foe life) I′m still there

my house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass
up early in the morning takin′ out the trash
feelin′ like a loser alcohol abuser
two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser
one on the peddles the other on the handle bars (what)
tryin′ be ghetto stars they said:
Are you from the westside is it so?
i said hell yea and who wanta to know (me)
in slow mo fo′ fo′ slugs face down in the mud
puddle full of blood left for dead
the pain starts to spread now I can′t feel my legs
I meet doctor who at King Drew medical center
as I enter I.C.U.
he said the bullet hit a nerve that was vital
I said I can′t move my legs he said don′t try to
now this ain′t the end my friend but you′ll probably never walk again
I sit there motionless holdin′ this pain inside contemplating suicide
at night I jerk and jerk
but my dick don′t work it don′t even hurt (damn)
now who′d ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube
I be pissin′ through a tube Fool i′m a vet

(Chorus)
[Mack 10]
Fool I′m a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[Mr. Short Khop]
Its rainin′ bullets and I′m still there
young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair

fuck a V-A they need G-A
gang hospital for a crippal now I′m drinkin′ rippal
same corner same hood I′m still there
with bandanas tied to my wheel chair
To all the hoodrat hoes I′m fired
they mad cuz my tongue get tired
now everybody wanna put they dope on me
sayin′ I won′t get searched by the LAPD
I′m sitting on a doorway duece five
Dependin on that to keep my ass alive
I don′t got bows but my arm′s about a one-six
My fuckin legs, lookin like tooth picks
some times I can′t deal got to beg the B G′s to roll me up the hill
put me on the porch now I′m on the torch smokin′ cocaine
just to maintain nutin′ to gain nutin′ to lose
and last night I couldn′t make it to the bathroom
feelin′ like a two year old you can′t get a sip from the brew I hold
nigga its the only friend to a stranger AKA hadicap gangbanger
there′s a lot in my life I regret becomin′ a ghetto vet
Fool I′m a Vet

(Chorus)(2X)
[Mack 10]
Fool I′m a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[Mr. Short Khop]
Its rainin′ bullets and I′m still there
young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair

Life.....
Yea....
Life...
Yea....
Life... Life....
Dedicated to all the ghetto vets
for every nigga that done took one for the hood

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:23

Ice Cube - 24 MC Hours

[ice cube]
Put the whoop on ’em (ice cube, a.k.a. don mega)
Put the whoop on ’em (a.k.a. poppa don)
Put the whoop on ’em (a.k.a. the big fish)
Put the whoop on ’em (a.k.a. brainiac)

Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta (uh huh)
Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta (all my life)

(verse one) {:21
Everyting is real on this concrete and steel
Niggas peel your cap for a happy meal
I got to deal with this ball of confusion, world of illusions
We ain’t losin’ playa (never), weez winnin’
Playin’ every night when we sendin’ paper chasing, grinin’
While you still chasin’ women ’round tables no lieutenants
Use your own man grown, (hook it up)
It’s ice cube and the family stone
Breakin’ bread every night in l.a.
And I pray, for one more day that’s unate (check it)
It’s 90 degrees no enemies in sight
Even the don gotta fall to his knees every night

(chorus) {:52
Can I get 24 more hours (can I get get)
Without dealin’ with these killers and these cowards (can I can can)
I don’t wanna loose, all I wanna do is win
I fucked up today, can I try it again?

(verse two) {1:03
I’m lovin’ every breath like a cold sip of soda
While I’m bankin’ down these back streets, thanks for lookin’ over
Damn sure nice to know ya, fuck a four leaf clover
And thanks for this range rover
We gets down with this underground gangsta shit
Politians and parents, always havin’ a fit
Everybody wanna know "who you with? " "where you from? "
Why you lookin’ at me dumb?
Here’s a bullet cuz you number one
Nobody knows, the fate of a platinum rap star (nobody knows)
We gotta wait until tommorow
(yeah yeah)
And I’m a nigga like you (yeah yeah)
You know I got the bar

(chorus) {1:33
Can I get 24 more hours (can I get get)
Without dealin’ with these killers and these cowards (can I can can)
I don’t wanna loose, all I wanna do is win
I fucked up today, can I try it again?

Put the whoop on ’em (look to allah)
Put the whoop on ’em (pray to your God)
Put the whoop on ’em (I look to allah)
Put the whoop on ’em (pray to your God)

(verse three) {1:54
Mister prosperity, these niggas wanna bury me
Your bitch wanna mary me
Rollin’ more than a cherokee
Don’t, I drive what I want, and what I ain’t drivin’ I don’t want
Let it be known (let it be known)
Permits hit the conk in the reagal
But weez legal niggas dollars got bald eagles nigga
You can’t undermine mister grime
You rappin’ ’bout the same shit I rapped about in ’89
Tryin’ to be the new fien(d) (never), with raps complex
They love you one minute and they hate you the next
Push my lex thru the california sunshine
Look back on my life and say "damn I done done fine"
(damn) (I done done fine) (uhh)
Mister ice cube, I’m always on the grime
(always, always)
The don mega mega don, don mega mega don

(chorus) {2:35
Can I get 24 more hours (can I get get)
Without dealin’ with these killers and these cowards (can I can can)
I don’t wanna loose, all I wanna do is win
I fucked up today, can I try it again?

Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta (everybody)
Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta (all my life)

(outro) {2:56
I know we can make it, I know that we can
I know damn well that we can work it out
I know we can make it, I know that we can
I know damn well that we can work it out
I know we can make it, I know that we can
I know damn well that we can work it out
I know we can make it, I know that we can
I know damn well that we can work it out

...and we can work it out, we goan work it out
My niggas work it out, help us work it out

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:22

Ice Cube - Roll All Day

[Ice Cube]
I got a full tank of unleaded {repeat x4

Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night
---I got a full tank of unleaded--- {repeat

(verse one) {:30
I see you walkin′ and i′m damn near stalkin′
You a chicken head and i′m chicken hawkin′, now we talkin′
′Bout your unlucky backround
And how your ex-boyfriend is smokin′ crack now (why)
I′m very very simpethetic
But baby where you headed?
---I got a full tank of unleaded---
She got in and had ass for days like
---BOOM, BAM, GOD, DAMN!---
She aks me would i harm her
No, i′m a charmer
A fuckin′ night in shining armour
We went out and had a blast, everytime she walked past
Nigga got a quick fast glimpse of that ass
("what choo wanna do after this?")
I wanna get your tities in my fist
But you wanna kiss
Your mouth might taste like dick (e www)
And i grew up on bearin′ wit, trick

Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night
---I got a full tank of unleaded--- {repeat

(verse two) {1:19
Niggas that i know don′t kiss no hoes
Niggas that i know don′t buy no clothes
Niggas that i know don′t fuck no pros
Niggas that i know roll foots (?) in fours (yeah)
Pull them panties off your hips
Pussy deep as crips
And ′bout as wide as my grip
Never ever get me with that wipper feel
They got a pants full of black steel
Am i too real?
You like dick i know you do
Wanna bring out the hoe in you
I know what you′re goin′ thru
You already think you′re cree-al
You should learn to suck this like Vanessa Del Rio
Aww, you thought i was a nice guy
But shit, i was around eight, with bitches gettin′ laid
If i wrap my dick in plastic
Now, how wide can that ass get?
It′s gettin′ drastic

Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night
---I got a full tank of unleaded--- {repeat

(verse three) {2:10
Should of picked up an old girl that i know
That′s what i get for fucking with you young hoes
About to get an attitude, what′s hapenin′?
Baby how you actin′?
Let′s get it crackin′ (c′mon)
No?
well then bitch you got to go
I put her ass out, on imperial
Hoe slamed my door, next to texico
Kick my lexo, broke my window
Put out my indo
Jumped out and said "bitch are you crazy?"
Fucked around and got lazy
She jumped in my car, took off, now i′m stuck
And all i want to do was fuck
(damn....)

I had to stroll all day, I had to walk all night
---i had a full tank of unleaded--- {repeat

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:21

Ice Cube - The Gutter Shit

[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

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:21

Ice Cube - 24 Wit An L

*originally appeared as a b-side to cube’s "check yo self" single

24 with an l, 24 years old and I got life in this motherfucker...

24 with an l as I bail through the concrete, shit is kinda deep
Deep, deeper than atlantis, you got to know who the man is
L.a. better known as pelican’s bay
The ghetto bird’s got the word from the stool pigeon
A bird in the hand can’t beat a chicken
There ain’t no warden (shit)
Just broken glass fucking up my jordans
Twice upon the time in the projects
I done got jacked for my rolex
But I keep going, let it pass
Cause the swap meet got a sale on ski masks
And my little homie kevin
Been carjacking since ’87 (really doe)
L.a. is like a jail cell
And I got 24 with an l

"get in that cell, nigger" (repeat 8x)

Now, I made a little money, good
But I still want to live in the hood
But buying new fly shit
Is just like inviting ants to a picnic
There’s just too many sets
And now I’m getting those kidnap threats
But who wanna get wet?
Cause I’ll soak ya, you think I’m fat like oprah
All I got is a little piece of nothing
And now you want to jack all the sudden
Rahter have me face down on the floor
Instead of that devil you work for
Motherfucking coward
And clowning my man cause he wants to go to howard
Now I got a strap when I bail
Through the hood, 24 with an l

"get in that cell, nigger" (repeat 8x)

24 years, but see I got life
Sorry mike, it does matter if you’re black or white
Cause I’m up against the black and white
They spread my legs and grab my nuts tight
Niggas keep hitting me up
And bitches try to get a drop of nut
Asking me to dick this
So they can blow up, throw up from the morning sickness
Keep my shoulder on the wall like the county
Cause you buster-ass niggas can’t clown me
South of pee go, that’s where we go
Deep in a regal, desert eagle
Sitting on my lap like a bitch with a gat
Westside’s on the map
So if you want to scrap or even drop shells
24 with an l

"get in that cell, nigger" (repeat 12x)

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:20

Ice Cube - Down For Whatever

Intro

Damn.
I′m broke.
My feet hurt.
(Inside the mind of a car jacker)
And that bitch is slippin.
It makes me wanna..creep.
It makes me wanna..creep.

Verse One

Damn, I′m such a G it′s pathetic
Here comes the big-headed
Nigga that′s dippin
Sippin on Courvoisier
Goddamn I must havta floss today
Now pimpin aint easy but it′s necessary
So I′m chasin bitches like Tom chased Jerry
I′ll put the pedal to the flo-uh
In my two-tone Ford Explo-uh
You know how it′s done
Sounds bumpin
Ain′t that sumthin?
Jumped on the 110
She′s flyin in the Blazer
Like "Go Speed Racer"
But I ain′t gonna chase her
Like Racer X
But I won′t flex
Til it′s time to have sex
So when you wanna get togetha?
Cause you know a nigga like me
Is down for whatever

And I′m down for whatever

Verse Two

When I was little I didn′t wanna be like Mike
I wanted to be like Ike
Cause
Papa Was A Rolling Stone in the sixties
And he liked green like Bill Bixby
Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty
Pokets never skinny
Played let′s get it on in the living room
Cause he′ll turn the party out sayin, "This is MY muthafuckin house"
And y′all gots to go
Through the door
And if you can′t find the door
He′ll help you with the four-four
Talkin much shit on the grass
And straight down to blast
I′m still in my p.j.′s
He′s in a turtleneck sweater
And we down for whatever

And I′m down
Solid Pro is down for whatever
The Don Jaguar is down for whatever
And it don′t seem to stop

Verse Three

Now
I don′t talk a lot of shit
But when it′s time to get busy with these hos, let′s go
Cause I′d rather see a skinhead dead
Then my niggas wearin blue or red
Cause I got the gift
To hit these hos swift
And I′m smellin like a fifth
Of sumthin
Yeah, that′s right
I′m standin in the store
Koreans
Act so nice
Cause I got potentials to blow up a Winchells
Donut
And you know what?
I′m Cool Like Dat like Digable Planets
But don′t take a nigga for granted
Cause whether it′s a verdict of the L.A. four
You just don′t know
That this rappin-ass nigga will change with the weather
And be down for whatever

Outro

And I′m down
Creep.
And I′m down for whatever

Ice Cube - devoid of pop
And I will never dance for you trick-ass niggas

It makes me wanna..creep.
It makes me wanna..creep.

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:20

Ice Cube - X-Bitches

[Ice Cube Talking]
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)

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus 1]
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
The world ain′t yours, the world ain′t yours
(repeat)

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus 2]
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

(Chorus 1)
(Chorus 2)

[Ice Cube talking]
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

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:19

Ice Cube - Dead Homiez

Verse one:

Up early in the morning, dressed in black
Don’t ask why? ’cause I’m down in a suit and tie
They killed a homie that I went to school with(damn!)
I tell ya life ain’t shit to fool with
I still hear the screams of his mother
While my nigga laid dead in the gutter(shit!)
And it’s getting to my temple
Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo?
It makes me so mad I want to get my sawed-in
And have some bodies hauled in
But no, I pay my respects and I’m through(whaddup cube? )
Hug my crew, and maybe shed a tear or two
And I wanna get blitz
Grab my 40 ounce and then I reminisce
About a brother who had to be the one and only
So I dedicate this to my dead homiez...

Verse two:

Another homie got murdered on a shakedown{three gun shots
And his mother is at the funeral, havin’ a nervous breakdown
Two shots hit him in the face when they blasted{two gun shots
A framed picture and a closed casket
A single file line about 50 cars long
All drivin’ slow with they lights on
He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath
What good is that when you’re six feet deep?
I look at that shit and gotta think to myself
And thank God for my health
’cause nobody really ever know
When it’s gonna be they family on the front row
So I take everything slow, go with the flow
And shut my motherfuckin’ mouth if I don’t know(word!)
’cause that’s what pops told me
But I wish he could have said it...to my dead homiez

Verse three:

I remember we painted our names on the wall for fun
Now it’s "rest in peace" after every one
Except me, but I ain’t the one to front
Seems like I’m viewin’ a body after every month
Plus, I knew him when he was yea big
Pour beer on the curb before I take a swig
But somethin’ ain’t right
When it’s a tragedy, that’s the only time that the family’s tight
Lovin’ each other in a caring mood
There’s lots of people and lots of food
They say "be strong" and you’re tryin’
But how strong can you be when you see your pops cryin’?
So that’s why ice cube’s dressed up
Because the city is so fuckin’ messed up
And everybody is so phony
Take a little time...to think about your dead homiez.

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:19

Ice Cube - True To The Game

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, 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
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

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!

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:19

Ice Cube - How To Survive In South Central

"and now, the wonderous world of.."
"hey, come to los angeles!
You and your family can have peace and tranquility.
Enjoy the refinement.."
"hey bone, hey nigga where you at though? "
"hello, my name is elaine --
And I’ll be your tour guide through south central los angeles"

[ice cube]
How to survive in south central (what you do? )
A place where bustin a cap is fundamental
No, you can’t find the shit in a handbook
Take a close look, at a rap crook
Rule number one: get yourself a gun
A nine in your ass’ll be fine
Keep it in your glove comparment
Cause jackers (yo) they love to start shit
Now if you’re white you can trust the police
But if you’re black they ain’t nothin but beasts
Watch out for the kill
Don’t make a false move and keep your hands on the steering wheel
And don’t get smart
Answer all questions, and that’s your first lesson
On stayin alive
In south central, yeah, that’s how you survive

"hi this is elaine again.
Are you enjoying your stay in south central los angeles,
Or is somebody taking your things? have you witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
So you and your family can enjoy this tape, over and over again."
"this is los angeles." "this is los angeles."

[ice cube]
Rule number two: don’t trust nobody
Especially a bitch, with a hooker’s body
Cause it ain’t nuttin but a trap
And females’ll get jacked and kidnapped
You’ll wind up dead
Just to be safe don’t wear no blue or red
Cause most niggaz get got
In either l.a., compton or watts
Pissed-off black human beings
So I think you better skip the sight-seeing
And if you’re nuttin but a mark
Make sure that you’re in before dark
But if you need some affection mate
Make sure the bitch ain’t a section eight
Cause if so that’s a monkey-wrench hoe
And you won’t survive in south central

"now you realize it’s not all that it’s cracked up to be.
You realize that it’s fucked up!
It ain’t nothin like the shit you saw on tv.
Palm trees and blonde bitches?
I’d advise to you to pack your shit and get the fuck on;
Punk motherfucker!"

And you need your ass straight smoked
Yo I wanna say whassup to dj chilly chill
Sir jinx, aiyyo cube these motherfuckers don’t know what time it is
So show these motherfuckers what’s happenin
Tell these motherfuckers, don’t fuck around in south central
God damnit!

[ice cube]
Rule number three: don’t get caught up
Cause niggaz are doing anything that’s thought up
And they got a vice
On everything from dope, to stolen merchandise
We discern
Cause south central l.a., is one big yearn
Waitin for a brother like you to catch a disease
And start slangin ki’s
To an undercover or the wrong brother
And they’ll smother, a out of town motherfucker
So don’t take your life for granted
Cause it’s the craziest place on the planet
In l.a. heroes don’t fly through the sky of stars
They live behind bars
So everybody’s doin a little dirt
And it’s the youngsters puttin in the most work
So be alert and stay calm
As you enter, the concrete vietnam
You say, the strong survive
Shit, the strong even die, in south central

Yeah you bitches, you think I forgot about your ass,
You tramp-ass hoes? you better watch out.
And for you so called baller-ass niggaz,
You know what time it is. south central ain’t no joke.
Got to keep your gat at all times motherfuckers.
Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip God damnit.
You’ll sho’ get got, just like that.
This ain’t no joke motherfuckers.
Now I wanna send a shout-out to e-dog, the engineer,
Puttin his two cents in..

"this is los angeles."

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:18

Ice Cube - Extradition

(Ice Cube Talking)
Dear Mama, If some people came by the house lookin for me
I′m innocent of anything they say I done
Now I don′t know when I′ll be able to write you again
But I will be back to California to see you
Your son, Ice-mutherfucking-Cube.

[Hook]
Keep my hand on my gun cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn′t do what they say I done (x2)

[Verse 1]
Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer
This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin for ya
Got to get the fuck out of here (yeah right)
This bitch dimmed the lights (nigga, spend the night)
Bust a quick nut, got to fuck up and gat on
Cos this the same street I got shot on
So God bless Don Polla, double-s
I gotta holla cos I′m smokin on double breath
Freakin, niggaz be leakin, information
Got the feds seekin, incarceration
Niggaz say my name popped up
Bitch hop up
Nigga close the shop up
They try to stop em
My cash flow leave me asshole neck it
Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records
Nigga gettin skinny eating dinnies
Count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties

[Chorus]
Listen, these feds fishin for this extradition
I′m on a mission, fuck em, fight em, dine em, ditch em
I gotta kick rocks, can′t pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-?bath

[Verse 2]
It′s so hard to get a room without a credit card
It′s so hard not to let em know where you are
Tried to get a rent a car
But he laughed when I showed him cash
Had to mash ′fore he called the feds on my ass
Went to Vegas for the weekend
Met a hoe down freakin
Hey bitch, why you sneakin?
Grabbed the paper out her hand
Am I the man on the front page? (Fuck)
Same height, same age (click-click)
Rap gauge, put it down the G-way
Got my hostage suckin sausage on the freeway
She say "Let′s hear the circle K"
Ran inside and made the niggaz all pay
It′s like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado
Brought it there for his wallet and my bottle
That′s my motto and I gotta warn ya
before I′m through, I′m going back to California

(Hook)
(Chorus)

[Verse 3]
My boys Utah to Illinois
Set the poise, so I can infiltrate
All fifty states
Can′t wait till I′m back on my feet
Switch and shake this bitch in her sleep
Low key you feds can′t see me
I′m up in D.C. with strike number three
Clownin, made a little stock to get a little cock
Now I got niggaz bangin and lootin rock
I′m going back to Cali where it′s bound with my strikes
Don′t give a fuck who′s on the ?marin or the mic
I should′ve known when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby
looking like he wanna rob me (Fuck)
Federal, don′t like no black hetero, sexual, intellectual
Tried to turn me into a vegetable
An I′m ′a sue all black and blue
When I come to- hand cuff (Fuck y′all)
Big grey bus, scandalous
Cos they can′t stand us
They get excited and I try to fight it (mama)
I′m going back to Cali to show, extradited

(Hook)
(Chorus)

(Ice Cube talking)
Hey mama, when y′all send pictures you can′t send a polaroid
Got to be the regular pictures
An′ they got us in here puttin′ in computer chips or something
I don′t know. Like they playin with us, it′s like a game
It ain′t nuttin′ but a game to them mama
It′s my life

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:18

Ice Cube - Us

Verse one:

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...

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:18

Ice Cube - Ghetto Bird

Verse One:

Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood
like everybody from the hood is up to no good.
You think all the girls around here are trickin
up there lookin like Superchicken
At night I see your light through my bedroom window
But I ain′t got shit but the pad and pencil
I can′t wait till I hear you say
"I′m going down, mayday, mayday." I′m gonna clown
Cause everytime that the pigs have got me
y′all rub it in with the flying Nazi
military force, but we don′t want ya
Standin′ on my roof with the rocket launcher
"So fly like an eagle."
But don′t follow us wherever we go
The shit that I′m saying, make it′s heard
Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird

["Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird" (2x)]

Verse Two:

Now..
My homey′s here to lick on a trick for a Rolex
And let me try the four next
Now the four I was driving was hotter than july
looked up and didn′t see it whippin′ in the sky
Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom
"Calling all cars, I think we′ve got em."
I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood
I think I drove through every single hood
South Central, Compton and Watts
Long Beach, bust a U, here come the cops
Wish I had a genie with about three wishes
Metal flake green on D′s I look suspicious
You know that I′m running
Shit, I hear it humming
Fuck, I see it coming
Is it a bird? Yup
Is it a plane? No
I hit me a right on El Segundo
Wanted to holla, had to ditch the Impala
Let′s see if they would folla
Me, hit a fence, hit a fence, and another
met me a baby pitbull and his mother
Ran up in some peoples house and looked out of the window
I wish it was my ten-four
had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third
cuz I′m getting chased by the ghetto bird

"Just put his hat, ehrrr, he combed his hair and then put his hat back
on. Errr, he′s acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115
miles an hour, with the police chasing him. Ehm, they′re not gonna be
real happy when they catch up with him, no matter what, the eh...
Ehrr, they hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse."

Verse Three:

Officer Bird′s on his way, and I don′t wanna see him
could you please give me the keys to the B.M.?
See, I didn′t want to gank you
but don′t make me bank you, thank you
Tried to get yo the hood, and you might guess
that a fool like me woulda shot Cyrus
Incognito, Ghetto Eagle
Saying, "Fuck, where did he go?"
I bust me a left from Rubellon. Park
The 735 and I′m bailin
Went to my homegirl′s house and got a hug man,
She helped me run like Harriet Tubman
Looked out the window by the black bed
I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed
Then the light from the bird hit me in the face
I close the blinds cause I didn′t wanna catch a case
All that night, I heard the bird circle
while I was eating fish and watching Urkel
She said I could sleep on the couch
By two A.M. I was digging her out
Fuck the ghetto bird

"Which way is he going now?"
"Ok, now..now he′s..he′s actually southbound..on a service street..
and, uh...Gee whiz, uh, I′m gonna get my maps out here and figure
out which service srteet he suddelny turned off on. Uh, the sherriffs
are..are...well I know that...Sherriffs ground units got thrown off"

Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:17

Ice Cube - 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

Yeah, ha-ha, it’s the nigga you love to hate

Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me
It’s the nigga you love to hate
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

Yeah come on fool
It’s the nigga you love to hate

Yeah run up punk
It’s the nigga you love to hate
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

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:17

Ice Cube - Friday

Verse one:
You know it ain’t no stoppin all tha doggs I’m droppin
It’s friday night so everythang is poppin.
I got skin lets spin on da hand,
So let tha games begin.
Yakity yak don’t jump back or it’s on,
Callin up earl on tha car phone.
Mack 10 just got out of court,
Rollin through tha hood in his super sport ropin too $hort.
Eighteens got tha rearview mirrors vibratin,
And deep dish daytons.
You know how we do it,
Ain’t nuttin to it but tha floss,
Overcrowdin harrison walks.
’cuz if ya fuck wit ours,
We leave scars,
Out of g ride cars,
Livin like stars.
Might hit tha highway,
On tha vegas run fool ’cuz it’s friday.

Chorus:
Oh yeah, throw ya neighborhood in tha air,
If ya don’t care. [x2]

Verse two:
Standin outside on a friday livin on tha edge,
’cuz we all got ’dem hard heads.
It’s seems like we all are waitin,
For a drive by playin tag wit satan.
But we chillin yeah we ready and willin,
Ya hear about tha latest westside killin.
Forty sippin,
Set trippin,
Fo’ dippin,
Get tha grip in,
Neva slippin.
Bg’s tryin tah hang out,
But og said take ya little ass in tha house.
My big homey just got out,
Used tah be down now he’s just crack ad.
He’s bout hard as darth vada
In his sweat shirt, khakis and chuck taylors.
Just see him in the drive way,
Gettin beat like a smoka fool ’cuz it’s friday.

-chorus-

Verse three:
Why must I be like dat and chase da cat,
Or settle for a hoodrat.
Dookie braids no dreadlocks,
Flyin in and out of jail have a chicken and a cock.
And I love her ’cuz she down,
Tah fuck around wit tha underground pussyhound.
And her ass is big round and wide,
Jacked up makin nigga down tah ride.
Smokin indo,
Playin dat super nintendo,
Hear a rat tat tat on my window.
Gave her ass dat pelvic thrust,
Don’t trust tha rubber ’cuz it’s bound tah bust.
In tha oven in tha nappy,
I had on two so I was happy.
’cuz dat hiv’ll make ya dick hang sideways,
And dat ain’t cool fool ’cuz it’s friday.

-chorus-

Throw tha west side in da air,
Throw tha east side in da air,
Throw tha south side in da air,
Throw tha north side in da air.
Oh yeah!

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:16

Ice Cube - You Can Do It

[Ice Cube]
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

[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
Put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
Put your ass into it

[Ice Cube]
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

[Ms. Toi] (Ice Cube)
Don′t stop get it, get it
(That′s real)
Don′t stop nigga hit it
(I will)
[Ice Cube]
I′m gon′ do it, gon′ do it
Gon′ do it, do it, do it

[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
Put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
Put your ass into it

[Ice Cube]
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, bitch

[Ms. Toi] (Ice Cube)
Don′t stop get it, get it
(That′s real)
Don′t stop nigga hit it
(I will)
[Ice Cube]
I′m gon′ do it, gon′ do it
Gon′ do it, do it, do it

[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
Put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
Put your ass into it

[Mack 10]
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 6-8 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

[Ms. Toi] (Ice Cube)
Don′t stop get it, get it
(That′s real)
Don′t stop nigga hit it
(I will)
[Ice Cube]
I′m gon′ do it, gon′ do it
Gon′ do it, do it, do it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi] (Ice Cube)
Don′t stop get it, get it
(That′s real)
Don′t stop nigga hit it
(I will)
[Ice Cube]
I′m gon′ do it, gon′ do it
Gon′ do it, do it, do it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
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
Get your ass up and hurra

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:16

Ice Cube - 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

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:16

Ice Cube - The Wrong Nigga To Fuck With

Godamn, it’s a brand new payback
From the straight, fucks the mack and straights ganks the black
How many muthafuckers gotta pay
Went to the shelf and dusted off the ak
Cops gotta get pealed
’cause the nigga you love to hate still can kill at will
It ain’t no pop ’cause that sucks
And you can new jack swing on my nuts
Down wit the niggaz that I bail out
I’m platinum bitch and I didn’t have to sell out
Fuck you ice cube, that’s what the people say
Fuck america still wit the triple k
Cause you know when my nine goes buck
It will bust your head like a watermelon dropping 12 stories up
Now let’s see who’ll drop
Punk muthafuckers trying to ban hip-hop
Fuck r & b and the running man
I’m the one to stand wit the gun in hand
Make sure before you buck wit duck quick
Punk, ’cause I’m the wrong nigga to fuck wit

Hell yea, zone you better tell ’em
Ice cube and I’m rolling wit the muthafucking lm
It’s the #1 crew in the area
Make a move for your gat and I’ll bury ya
Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt
Punks roaming what I put in work
’cause lenchmob niggaz are the craziest
And y’all muthafuckers can’t fade my shit
South central, that’s where the lenchmob dwell
Hitting fools up wit the big ass l
One time can’t hold me back
Sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs
Stop giving juice to the raiders
’cause al davis never paid us
I hope he wear a vest
It’s all about the l-e-n-c-h y’all know the rest
Muthafucking crew, muthafucking mob
Doing muthafucking job in a muthafucking squad
In ’91 ice cube grew strong and bigger
And I’m the wrong nigga to fuck wit

Like I said, it’s a brand new payback
9-91, let’s see who beats the jack
Sir jinx grew a little bit taller
(beat the wack beats out) to muthafucking baller
And hoes can’t row on
Even bitches looking like en vogue gotta hold on
Don’t let me catch daryl gates in traffic
I gotta have it, to peal his cap backwards
I hope he wear a vest too and his best blew
Going up against the zulu
Break his spine like a jellyfish
Kick his ass til it smells of shit
Off wit the head, off wit the head I say
And watch the devil start kicking
Run around like a chicken, grand dragon finger licking
Yo, turn him over wit a spatula
Now he got kentucky fried cracker
Mess wit the cube, you get pump quick
Pig, cause I’m the wrong nigga to fuck wit

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:16

Ice Cube - Check Yo Self

Intro: Das EFX

Yeah! Word is bond!
Das EFX in this yaknowhatI′msayin
Straight from the sewer, word is bond!
Yeah! Yah! Ah-yeah! We doin this with my nigga
Where my nigga? Ice Cube in the motherfucker
Word is bond! (Yeah!)

Verse One: Ice Cube

You better check yo self before you wreck yo self
Cos I′m bad for your health, I come real stealth
Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms
Doin foul crime, I′m that nigga wit′cha Alpine
Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know
And friends know, we got the indo
No I′m not a sucker, sittin in a House of Pain
And no I′m not the butler, I′ll cut ya (Uh!)
Headbutt ya, you say you can′t touch this
And I wouldn′t touch ya, in fact motherfuck ya
Here to let you know boy, oh boy
I make dough but don′t call me DoughBoy
This ain′t no fuckin motion picture
A guy or bitch-a, I′ll get wit′cha
And hit ya, takin that yack to the neck
So you better run a check

Chorus One: Das EFX and Ice Cube

[Das] So come on and chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Yeah, come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self
[Ice] Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health

Hook: Das EFX

Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)
*repeat 2X*

Verse Two: Ice Cube

Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played
Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade
That′s kinda trifle, caise that′s a knife-o
AK-47, assault rifle
Hold the fifty, I′m nifty, pow
I gotta new style, "WATCH OUT NOW!"
I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank
But steady talkin shit in the holding tank
First you wanna step to me
Now your ass screamin for the deputy
They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row
Now they runnin up in ya slow
You′re gone, used to be the Don Juan (Check that shit out!)
Now your name is just Twan
Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck
You better run a check

Chorus Two: Das EFX and Ice Cube

[Das] So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
[Ice] Cause big dicks up yo ass is bad for yo health

Hook

Verse Three: Ice Cube

If you′re foul, you better run a make on that license plate
You coulda had a V8
Instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium (POOOOOW!)
I got six and I′m aimin em
Will I shoot or keep you guessin
Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin
Bitch, get off the wood, you′re no good
There goes the neighbourhood hooker (Slut!)
Go ahead and keep your drawers
Givin up the claps and who needs applause
At a time like this, pop the coochie and ya dead
The bitch is a Miami Hurricane hit
Sprung, niggaz call her ′Lips and Lungs′
Nappy dugout, get the fuck out
Cause women like you gets no respect
Bitch, you better run a check

Chorus Three: Das EFX and Ice Cube

[Das] So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
[Ice] Cause bitches like you is bad for my health

Hook

Chorus Three

Hook 3X

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:15

Ice Cube - It Was A Good Day

[Break me]
[Shit..]
[Yo..]
Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God
I don′t know but today seems kinda odd
No barking from the dogs, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didn′t pig out
Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out
Hooked it up on later as I hit the do′
Thinking will i live, another twenty-fo′
I gotta go cause I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and I′m askin y′all
Which court, are y′all playin basketball?
Get me on the court and I′m trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freaking niggaz everyway like M.J.
I can′t believe, today was a good day
Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didn′t even get no static from the cowards
Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin, didn′t even look in a niggaz direction
as I ran the intersection
Went to $hort Dog′s house, they was watchin Yo! TV Raps
What′s the haps on the craps
Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em
Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do′ Joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I′m yellin domino
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A.
Today was a good day
Left my niggaz house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade
It′s ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep so deep so deep
put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
she didn′t hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I′m coasting
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn′t even see a berry flashing those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the morning got the fat burger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read Ice Cube′s a pimp
Drunk as hell but no throwing up
Half way home and my pager still blowing up
Today I didn′t even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day.
Hey wait, wait a minute fool
Stop the shit
What the fuck am I thinking about?

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:15

Ice Cube - No Vaseline

Got damn, I’m glad y’all set it off.
Used to be hard, now you’re just wet and soft.
First you was down with the ak,
And now I see you on a video with michel’le?
Lookin’ like straight bozos.
I saw it comin’, that’s why I went solo.
And kept on stompin’,
When y’all mothafuckers moved straight outta compton.
Livin’ with the whites, one big house,
And not another nigga in site.
I started off with too much cargo,
Dropped four niggas now I’m makin’ all the dough.
White man just rulin’.
The niggas with attitudes -- who ya foolin’?
Ya’ll niggas just phony,
I put that on my mama and my dead homeys.
Yella boy’s on your team, so you’re losin’;
Ay yo dre, stick to producin’.
Callin’ me arnold, but you been-a-dick;
Eazy e saw your ass and went in it quick.
You got jealous when I got my own company,
But I’m a man, and ain’t nobody helpin’ me.
Tryin’ to sound like amerikkka’s most,
You could yell all day but you don’t come close.
Cuz you know I’m the one that flown,
Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go.
With the l-e-n-c-h m-o-b, and y’all disgrace the c-p-t.
Cuz you’re gettin’ fucked out your green by a white boy,
With no vaseline...

[refrain] (l.l. sample: "now you’re gettin’ done without vaseline...") 3x
(biz markie sample: "damn, it feels good to see people...on it")

The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin’,
Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain?
You’re gettin’ fucked real quick,
And eazy’s dick, is smellin’ like mc ren’s shit.
Tried to tell you a year ago,
But willie d told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so
I couldn’t stop you from gettin’ ganked,
Now let’s play big-bank-take-little-bank.
Tried to dis ice cube, it wasn’t worth it
Cuz the broomstick fit your ass so perfect.
Cut my hair and I’ll cut them balls,
Cuz I heard you’re, like, givin’ up the drawers.
Gang-banged by your manager, fella,
Gettin’ money out your ass, like a mothafuckin’ ready teller.
Givin’ up the dollar bills,
Now they got the villain with a purse and high-heels.
So don’t believe what ren say,
Cuz he’s goin’ out like kunte kinte,
But I got a whip for ya toby;
Used to be my homey, now you act like you don’t know me.
It’s a case of divide-and-conquer,
Cuz you let a jew break up my crew.
House nigga gotta run and hide,
Yellin’ compton, but you moved to riverside.
So don’t front, mc ren, cuz I remember when you drove a b 2-10.
Broke as a mothafuckin’ joke.
Let you on the scene to back up the verse team.
It ain’t my fault, one nigga got smart,
And they rippin’ your asshole apart.
By takin’ your green, oh yeah,
The villain does get fucked with no vaseline.

[refrain scratched]

I never have dinner with the president.
I never have dinner with the president.
I never have dinner with the president.
And when I see your ass again, I’ll be hesitant.
Now I think you a snitch,
Throw a house nigga in a ditch.
Half-pint bitch, fuckin’ your homeboys.
You little maggot; eazy e turned faggot.
With your manager, fella,
Fuckin’ mc ren, dr. dre, and yella.
But if they were smart as me,
Eazy e would be hangin’ from a tree.
With no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline.
Light ’em up, burn ’em up, flame on...
Till that jheri curl is gone.
On a permanent vacation, off the massa plantation.
Heard you both got the same bank account,
Dumb nigga, what you thinkin’ bout?
Get rid of that devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple.
Cuz you can’t be the nigga 4 life crew
With a white jew tellin’ you what to do.
Pullin’ wools with your scams, now I gotta play the silence of the lambs.
With a midget who’s a punk too,
Tryin’ to fuck me, but I’d rather fuck you.
Eric wright, punk, always into somethin’, gettin’ fucked at night.
By mista shitpacker, bend over for the gotdamn cracker, no vaseline...

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:15

Hi-Fi - Радиоволна

Вот и сумерки снова осыпались
Нам с тобою не спать до утра
Время музыки, ветра и скорости
Как всегда наступила пора

Припев:

Уо-уо-у-уа, поет нам радиоволна
Уо-уо-у-уа, поселки, города
Пронзает как стрела уо-уо-уа
В нонстоп движении мы до утренней зори
До утренней зори-и, до утренней зори-и

Потерялись дома в дымке облака
В небе млеет подкова луны
Продолжаем ловить мгновения
В новом ритме ди-джейской волны

Припев.

Вот и сумерки снова осыпались
Нам с тобою не спать до утра
Время музыки, ветра и скорости
Как всегда наступила пора

Уо-уо-у-уа, радиоволна
Уо-уо-у-уа, поселки, города
Уо-уо-уа, поселки города

Уо-уо-у-уа

Припев (Х2).

Радиоволна
Радиоволна
Ла-ла, ла-ла, ла-ла-ла-а
О-о, о-о, о-о-о

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:05

Hi-Fi - Просто Ветром

Можно каплей в море раствориться и пропасть
Можно просто ветром улететь от всех проблем
Безымянной птицей в одиночестве кружить
Ждать ответа на вопрос, для чего на свете жить

Припев:

Без конца ждать чего-то года
Месяца превращаются в года
Кажется, круг замкнется навсегда
Надо только вспомнить, не забыть никогда
Светится в отражении звезда
Катятся слезы, словно поезда
Убежать не удастся от себя
Надо только верить, не терять никогда

И найтись кристаллом в той соленой глубине
И листать обратно надо вновь забытый курс
Отыскать обитель, чашу полную испить
Получить простой ответ, надо просто дальше жить

Припев.

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:05