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Ice Cube - Pushin′ Weight

[Ice Cube]
Yeah, yeah
Blaze one for the nation
Brrrrr
Brrrrr
Brrrrr

Verse 1: Ice Cube
I got lyrics that wake up spirits
They told me how to make big hits and spend digits
Can you dig it?
You fed, you dead, see red
My lead, yo head, I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me navigate
Thru this hate retaliate, it′s official
I got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb
When I hit you
Push the issue
My ghetto dope is amazin
The bitch that′s with you already know that I′m blazin
That′s by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got a ass full of thunder
The frozen Tundra ain′t cold enough
And baby ain′t old enough
For this game I′m rollin up
De-zamn it feels good to be the don
Straight legit, while niggas like Gotti just sit

Chorus: Ice Cube
A yeah yeah
I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight
(4X)

Verse 2: Ice Cube
I hold zone like a Corleone
No more fuckin with that homegrown
Hit the shit we on
The rolleo′s and the baggetts
You still fuckin with them faggets
We turn haters into maggets
Oak on the dash, but no coke on the hash
You broke ass niggas learn to mash, like me
Constantly, put the hustle down
With four or five niggas that′s musclebound
Send your head to the taxidermist
Won′t be satisfied, till I get my face on a thermos
You got to earn this, you can′t take it
Can′t fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visit
Who is it, the exquisite, Don Mega
Walkin with my entourage, I think I′m betta, makin chedda
You see me sag in my Jag, with the rag recognize the flag
You betta get back, everybody wanna do it like me
I got it made, been makin rap money since the tenth grade
(Ch-ching)
(since the tenth grade)
(Ch-ching)
(What you need)

Chorus

Verse 3: Mr. Short Khop
I keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transit
Uncandid, it′s the young bandit
Fresh out the trenches, the wood works
City of the ?Tempeon?, where the hoods lurk
In search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
>From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin for fouyan
And settle for crumbs and croutans
I′m out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killas
Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos
Ain′t no harmin me, the army full honary niggas you can′t see
So while you pace bitches and saturns livin jenky
I hangs with niggas who got patterns on they hankey
After Ben Frankeys, with the big skullen eyes
You niggas bound and nullified
Sit back and mine stack it multiply

Chorus: Ice Cube and Mr. Short Khop
[IC]A yeah yeah
[MSK]I push rhymes like weight
[MSK]I push rhymes like weight
(2X)
[IC]A yeah yeah
[IC]I push rhymes like weight
[IC]I push rhymes like weight
(2X)

[Ice Cube] (starts during chorus)
Ask about me
Worldwide baby
Worldwide baby (A yeah yeah)
Ice Cube makin more money in the rap game
Than some of you can (A yeah yeah) with a bird in your hand
Puttin it down
We wanted in fifty states for this weight
(A yeah yeah)
Pushin rhymes like weight
Pushin rhymes like weight
(A yeah yeah)
Yeah, blaze one for the nation
(A yeah yeah)
You know my name
You know my name
(A yeah yeah)
You know my name

[Mr. Short Khop]
Yeah, some of you fools just got in it
and think you gonna change the game
You ain′t changin nothin

[Ice Cube]
I been doin this, I been doin this
Ask about me
Ask about me

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:11

Ice Cube - Right Here, Right Now!

This right here is payback
From way back
I don′t play that x 4

Recognize a real don when you see one
and don′t try to be one, you fuckin peon
I been like Deion for eons
You ain′t nothing but a biatch

Messed around and let me read up
I come back through and tear the street up
Ice cube, nigga, you better D up
And when I come by, bitch, you better be up

Ass up, face in the pillow
I don′t give a fizzle
Got to do my bizzle
The only nizzle that′ll never ever fizzle
Original, you niggas know

Chorus:
(Right here right now)
You gotta get′em up
Who wants some
You better get′em up
Come get some
x3
You gotta get′em up
Who wants some
You better get′em up

Got to get with ya
Hit you wit these things that I′m holding
Who wanna squab with the frozen
Now who wanna battle with the chosen
You niggas lotion
I′m no emotion
I′m shrapnel from the explosion
Hit you in the face while you posing

High as Jimmy Hendricks
I lined up ten dicks and took out appendix
So go get forensics
Let em know I′m Geronimo
Till it′s my time to go
You better find your ho
Get yer babies and your mama
And move to Guantanamo
Doubt my skills
I′m payin my bills
I′m up in the hills
You niggas are kills
Even though I′m on a fucked up label
You bitches know what I can bring to the table

(Chorus)

This right here it′s payback
From way back
I don′t play that x 4

I like bitches like you
5′2" wearing light blue
The freak get high too
With a fly dude
Not a Erika Badu
That′s looking for an "I do"
Now what can I buy you
Just to try you
Need another bitch to lie to
Need another bitch in my coupe
Oh please can I trouble you
For a double scoop

A nigga need some T&A
Now you can get dick but you can′t get no DNA
I heard you was a big freak
(Can I hang?)
Bitch look down I got some big feet
I like Mike and Ike′s
I like watchin dykes
I like goin to fights
I like earnin my stripes
In the book of life
There′s only two women
Big ol′ good ones
And good ol′ big ones

(Chorus)

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:10

Ice Cube - Now I Gotta WetCha

It′s on like Donkey Kong
You wanted that fast buck
now I gotta light that ass up
The nigga with the big fat trigger
Don′t test me, gravedigger had the swig
of the ST, remember the time we first met her
You threw your set up now you gotta get wetter
BOOM! PING! BUCK! POW!
Now who′s that nigga with the diff′rent style?
Uhh, ya wanted ta trick
It′s all about the pud and who can empty it
First mate, they made day AK
and I′ll Kurtis Blow ya ass away like AJ
I′m almost certain I′m put on the hurtin
Bitch, it′s curtains!
Locced in my motherfuckin head
Gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared
You in danger, Mr Gangbanger
It ain′t cool to take nappy from a stranger
Wit′cha drive-by′s it took time to catch ya
but now I gotta wet′cha

Chorus:

Now I gotta wet′cha (wet′cha)
Now I gotta wet′cha (wet′cha)
I′m comin ta get′cha (get′cha)
You better hope I don′t catch ya (catch ya)
(You′re all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger
(You′re all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger

S-I-M-I
Valley for the KKK, Rodney!
A place on the map where the order is
though devils can′t leap up a motorist
and get nothin but a slap on the wrist
Gorillas, gorillas report

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:10

Ice Cube - We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up

Intro: (*numerous men speaking*)

(Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the best of
our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are against the
interests of all our people and therefore cannot be permitted)
(The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We′ve been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that there′s a series of
fires. A lot of looting is going on. A disaster area obviously)
(The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...)
Make it rough
(A lot of activity continues here in this....) Make it rough
(We have sporadic fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)

Verse 1:

Not guilty the filthy devils tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then niggas will be
hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a must
I can′t trust a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell, foul
Cut his fuckin throat and I smile
Go to Simi Valley and surely
somebody knows the address of the jury
Pay a little visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?)
"Can I talk to the grand wizard?" then boom
Make him eat the barrel, modern day feral
Now he′s zipped up like leather tuscadero
Pretty soon we′ll catch Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta broom
Stick prick, devils ain′t shit
Introduce his ass to the AK40 dick
Two dazed niggas layin in the cut
To get some respect we had to tear this muthafucka up

Make it rough

Verse 2:

I gotta Mac10 for Officer Wynd
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to Kansas
in a casket, crew cut faggot
Now he ain′t nothin but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin lyin
Niggas ain′t buyin
ya story bore me
Taerin up shit with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a lap-top computer
I told you all what happened and you heard it, read it
but all you could call me was anti-Semitic
Regret it-nope, said it-yep
Listen to my big black boots as I step
Niggas had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push
But your National Guard ain′t hard
You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know what?
We woulda teared this muthafucka up

Huh, make it rough!
Huh Muggs, make it rough!

Verse 3:

It′s on, gone with the wind and I know white men can′t dunk
Now I′m stealin blunts
And it came from Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker
Don′t fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Fire Marshall Bill
Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out
My nigga had his truck out, didn′t get stuck out
In front of that store with the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ???? Surplus got the heaters
Meet us so we can get the 9′s and the what-nots
Got the Mossberg with the double eyed buckshot
Ready for Darryl and like Beretta wouldn′t say
Keep your eye on the barrel, a sparrow
Don′t do the crime if you can′t do the time
But I′m rollin so that′s a fucked up slogan
The Hogan′s Heroes spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up police killer
The super duper nigga that′ll buck
We had to tear this muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!

Huh, make it rough!
Yo Muggs, make it rough
Huh, make it rough
Enough

Outro: (*newsreader*)

(Not Guilty verdicts for Stacey Coon, Lawrence Powell, Timothy Wynd and
Theodore Vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating motorist Rodney
King)

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:10

Ice Cube - Steady Mobbin′

(c’mon g)
[jd] police, eat a dick straight up
Look here you little God damn nigger, your not gafflin nobody
You fuckin understand me
(kick his ass)
That’s right, get down on the God damn ground now
Fuckin move now
(let me take a shot at him)
We’re gonna do you like king
[jd] what God damn king
Rodney king, martin luther king
And all the other God damn king’s from africa
[jd] look out motherfucker
*gun shots*

[ice cube]
God damn, the bigger the cap the bigger the peelin
And when dealin with the lench mob you gots to know
Steady mobbin is not just the name of this jam, but a way of life
Bound together by motherfuckers that’s known
To break em off somethin, give it to me

Four or five niggaz in a mothership
Better known as a goose and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin to get our hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can’t hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin up the rollers
Comin up short of the green guys
And I might start slangin bean pies
Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month
With "u can’t touch this" on the front
I’m bout to get rich
Cause life ain’t nuttin but money and fuck a bitch
They drop like dominoes
And if you didn’t know, ice cube got drama hoes
So after the screwin
I bust a nut and get up and put on my white ewings
I’m out the do’
All you might get is a rubber on the floor
Cause I’m ready to hit the road like mario andretti
Bitch, cause I’m steady mobbin

Bustin caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
Cause I’m gettin major
Fuck pac tel, move to sky pager
Told all my friends
Don’t drink 8 ball, cause st. ide’s is givin ends
Fools get drunk and wanna compete
Slapboxin in the street
Niggaz get mad, tempers are flarin
Cause they got a few bitches starin
Just for the nappy heads
But scandalous bitches, make for happy feds
I’m making my duty to cuss em
Out, cause I just don’t trust em
And if you tell on me I’m bombin on betty
Bitch shoulda known I was steady mobbin

Since one-time so hot
Got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the glock
And I’m rollin on rims
Eating soul food, and neckbones from m&m’s
Grumblin like a motherfucker
Greasy-ass lips, now I gots to take a shit
Saw sir jinx bailin’
When I hit a lefton ruth ellon, ’whattup loc? ’
Don’t you know that niggaz get smoked
That take they life for a joke, get in nigga
I take you to the pad zoom
Went to mom’s house and dropped a load in the bathroom
Jumped back in my low rider
Comin out feelin about ten pounds lighter
Went to bone’s house so I can get the gat
Looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at
Lench mob ain’t nuttin but tramps
But hoes lickin us like stamps
One fool brought the music for the yams
But ice cube had more amps, get in bitch
Cause I had the jam on
And I don’t want to hear shit about a tampon
Give me the nappy and make me happy
The hoe said ’pappy could you slap me
On the ass hard and fast
And could please try not to leave a gash? ’
I said yeah, but I don’t play sex
When I’m putting on the latex
Slipped on the condom
Fucked around and dropped the bomb son
And it came out sort of like confetti
In for the night, no longer steady mobbin

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:09

Ice Cube - We Be Clubbin′

Yaeeyaae uh huh uh huh brrr
We be clubbin’
Heyy hey heyy heyy look here look here first of all I wanna welcome
All y’all broke ass entreponiggas to the player’s club. yaeeyaae

Verse 1:

It’s packed niggas don’t know how to act
We the macks v.i.p’s in the back
With a stack of numbers
My niggas like ’em dumber
We oughta get ’em smarter
Baby take my order
The only shark that swim in henn no water
Got ya daughter doin’ shit you don’t think she oughta
Gave the order to slaughter any ass like that
You know how the loni act off the cognac
Brainiac with maniac mack 10 (my nigga)
Down ta get this mothafuckin’ party crackin’
Nigga back in so we can smoke a dub
Down ta bump all these bitches at the club (yaeeyaae)
Show me love

Chorus:

We be clubbin’
Everybody likes when the girl
Shakes something
Nigga don’t pull nothing (that’s right)
We ain’t dumping
We just bumpin’ and bangin’
Like it ain’t nothing wrong
Get ya club on (we be clubbin’)
Ah, we be clubbin’(we be clubbin’)
Yaeeyaae (we be clubbin’ we be clubbin’)

Verse 2:

We gettin’ in free so what the fuck now
Wscg just touched down
Show a nigga ’round
Least take a nigga to the sto’
(y’all in fo the night? )
Hell no
Security bail slow up in the club
Remember when they push & shove
It’s only love
Dubs for everybody waitin’ on us
And fuck everybody hatin’ on us
Debatin’ on us but we only visitin’
Ain’t tryin’ ta fuck with niggas in lizard skins
I see you watching me, you should watch her
’cause if she sick of yo’ shit I’m the doctor watch her
Show her to the car
& see how bad she wanna meet these stars
They know who we are (where we going? ) westside
Nigga meet me by the bar

Bridge:

Shake it off shake it off take it off
Break it off break it off make it soft (4x)
Brrr (we be clubbin’) uhh (uhh) (we be clubbin’ 2x)

Verse 3:

Baby beware ice cube is on tilt
Waitress bitchin’ off the drinks my nigga spilt
Everybody’s sweatin’ like it’s armageddon
1999 party over oops i’ma still grind
Straight from the west put away yo’ 9 (click click)
Dj can ya play my shit one mo’ time
Goddamn you fine (my nigga speak on it)
She got ass for days (put a week on it)
Now everybody in the world love to go clubbin’
And after the club it’s either breakfast or fuckin’
Hope we ain’t duckin’ from haters in the parking lot
Who ain’t got nothin’ tryin’ to prove sumthin
Frontin’ we be the niggas who be bluntin’
On our way to the marriott keep ’em very hot
Westside hittin’ hairy cock all night long
Get ya club on!

Chorus

Bridge

Chorus:

We be clubbin’
Everybody likes when the girl
Shakes something
Nigga don’t pull nothing (that’s right)
We ain’t dumping
We just bumpin’ and bangin’
Like it ain’t nothing wrong
Get ya club on

Homeboys show me love up in the club (yaeeyaae)
Homegirls show me love up in the club
Security show me love up in the club
Owners show me love up in the club
Waitress’ show me love up in the club (yaeeyaae)
Bartenders show me love up in the club
L.a. show me love up in the club
The bay show me love up in the club
Chicago show me love up in the club (yaeeyaae)
St. louis show me love up in the club
Miami show me love up in the club
New york show me love up in the club
Detroit show me love up in the club (yaeeyaae)
Houston show me love up in the club
K.c. show me love up in the club
Denver show me love up in the club
D.c. show me love up in the club (yaeeyaae)
Atlanta show me love up in the club
Memphis show me love up in the club
Dallas show me love up in the club (yaeeyaae)

I might spend a dub. bitch!

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:09

Ice Cube - Limos Demos and Bimbos

[Intro]
(Hey did you hear that?)
Yeah just get the fuckin door! *car door opens and closes*

[Ice Cube]
Limos, demos and bimbos! (Hey slow this motherfucker down man)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (ugh ugh ugh ugh)

Hit the sunroof, and let′s contemplate the freaks we can run through
Got the chauffer pullin over
Snatch one inside, she wanna ride with this mission
Close the partition, he like to listen
All fuckin, no kissin, just smokin and drinkin
Super vets in a super stretch Lincoln
Thinkin bout the good ol′ days of hip hop
in its purest form before the eye of the storm
I could give a fuck about you hatin, on my way
to the Colliseum with seventeen-five waitin
They scream for the limousine, it′s all clean
Tinted, your shit is rented, you know we spend it
While you worry bout the five mics, I′m in the limelight
wit movies comin out, yo′ time is runnin out
I just finished doin "Live At The Apollo"
Indication from my driver damn we′re bein followed

[Mr. Short Khop] You′re livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Ice Cube] I′m livin so trife I need Jesus in my life
[Mr. Short Khop] You′re livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Ice Cube] I′m livin so trife I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos! (I′m only fuckin with the...)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (I′m livin so trife, ugh ugh ugh ugh)

[Mr. Short Khop]
Caught him in motion, had me potent, let him know about the showin
and how I′m knowin to keep it cracked open
Cans of ass-beatin, plus on how I crash meetins
and have your whole staff leavin half-breathin
Got shit to hold my own, big bucks
But Khop′s soon to run it through em, nigga check nuts
Put to the test then put two to rest
Wiped out with lights out, two to the chest
Hold it now tell a few, legitimate
We loaded, for revenue, let′s get this shit
and split this shit for three days, count it three ways
Nigga fuck what he say, havin heat pays
It′s all about the thoroughbred, top choice with the voice
that keep ??? moist
Mr. Short Khop expected the truest, dare you niggas step to us
I stay connected til death do us

[Ice Cube] You′re livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Mr.Short Khop] I′m livin so trife I need Jesus in my life
[Ice Cube] You′re livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Mr.Short Khop] I′m livin so trife I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos! (I′m only fuckin with the...)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (I′m livin so trife I need JESUS, JESUS)

[Ice Cube]
The alley was pitch black, I′m in the back of this black Lac
These fuckers pull up in a Ac
They don′t understand the impact
Two thousand dollar three-piece suit, can you spend that?
They call me the Don Mega (Don Mega) *motorcycle speeding past*
cos I′m down to play a double-header in stormy weather
Superstar, goddamn them niggas got me
Stop the car and blast the paparazzi *gun shots, motorcycle*

[Mr. Short Khop] You′re livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Ice Cube] I′m livin so trife I need Jesus in my life
[Mr. Short Khop] You′re livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Ice Cube] I′m livin so trife I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos! (I′m only fuckin with the...)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (I′m livin so trife I need Jesus, ugh

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:09

Ice Cube - A Gangstas Fairytale

Intro: Little Russ, Ice Cube

[story-teller] Once upon a time, in the black part of the city
[young kid] Yo G, yo G you better get out of here man, 5-0
[door swings shut, car peels out]

[Russ] Yo Ice Cube, man
[Cube] Whassup man?
[Russ] Why you...
[Cube] Whassup?
[Russ] Yo Ice Cube man, why you always kickin the shit about the bitches
and the niggaz? Why don′t you kick some shit about the kids, man? The
fuckin kids?!
[Cube] Word

Verse One: Ice Cube

Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-C-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he wasn′t that nimble, wasn′t that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch named Jill on the bus stop
Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe
At that type of shit he′s a pro
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch a lil nap
Dumb bitch, gave him the claps
Then he had to go see Dr. Bombay
Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way
To make some money, why not?
Down on Sesame Street, the dope spot
There he saw the lady who lived in a shoe
Sold dope out the front, but in back, marijuana grew
For the man that was really important
Who lived down the street in a Air Jordan
Ride to the fellow Mister Rogers and hoes
Drove a 500 sittin on Lorenzoes
He broke out, Little Bo Peep, smoked out
Saw, her and her friends sellin sheepskins

[Little Bo Peep] Yo yo I got them sheepskins
Yo, my empty sheepskins
Yo baby, what′s up with that?

Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o′clock
Cinderella ain′t home must be givin up the cock
I don′t doubt it, she is kind o

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:08

Ice Cube - Once Upon a Time in the Projects (Part I )

Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it? "
It’s ice cube, come to pay a little visit to ya
And what’s up with the niggers in the parking lot
She said fuck em, cause they get sparked alot
I sat on the couch but it wasn’t stable
And then I put my nikes on the coffee table
Her brother walked in he’s into gangbangin
Cause he walked up and said "what set you claimin"
I don’t bang I write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I hate to feel bad but I’m in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up
Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth
And fired up the sess it was sess no doubt
She said please excuse my house and all that
I said yeah cause I was buzzed from the contact
Lookin at a fucked up black and white
Her mom’s bitchin cause the county check wasn’t right
She had another brother that was three years old
And had a bad case of the runny nose
He asked me who I was then I had to pause
It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers
I saw her sister that needs get her ass kicked
Only thirteen and already pregnant
I grabbed the forty out the bag and took a swig
Cause I was getting overwhelmed by bebe kids
They were runnin and playin and cursin and yellin
And tellin and look at this young punk bailin
I heard a knock on the door without the password
And her mom’s got the 12 guage mossberg
The nigga said "yo, what’s for sale"
And the bitch came out with a bag of ya-yo
She made the drop and got the 20 dollars
From a smoked out fool with ring around the collar
The girl I was waiting for came out
I said bitch I didn’t know this was a crack house
I got my coat and suddenly ...
(police breaking into house annoucing themselves)
The cop busted in and had a mac-10 pointed to my dome
And I said to myself once again it’s on
He threw me on the carpet no slap jumped back
Stomped on my head and put his knee in my back
First he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up
They couldn’t do it so they cuffed me up
I said fuck how much abuse can a nigga take
Hey yo officer you’re making a big mistake
Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope
He thought I was selling base and couldn’t hear my case
He said get out my face I musta had a grudge
His reply tell that bullshit to the judge
The girl I was with wasn’t sayin nothin
I said aiyyo bitch you better tell em somethin
She started draggin and all of a sudden
We all got tossed in the patty wagon
Now I beat the rap but that ain’t the point
I had a warrant so I spent 2 weeks in the joint
Now the story you heard has one little object
Don’t fuck with a bitch from the projects!

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:08

Ice Cube - Horny Little Devil

Intro:

You are the prince of darkness
Arch enemy, father of evil
Hell born, demonic, savage, fierce, viscious, wild
Tameless, barbaric, uncontrollabe, obstinate beast

Verse one:

Horny little devil, you gotta back up
Horny little devil, you can’t bust a nut
Lookin at my girlfriend’s black skin
You wanna jump in, but she don’t like white men
So don’t throw that work you fuckin jerk
Or get your punk devil ass hurt motherfucker
She ain’t with the pale face
Cause y’all fuck at a snail’s pace
And you might get sprayed with mace
By the ebony
So when she’s doing her job you better let her be
Don’t try to pinch the gluterus
Thinkin that you about to knock out the uterus
Cause she’ll tell you to kiss her ass quick
And where I’m from, devils get their ass kicked
Mr. sexual harrasment
Asking for a blow while the answer is "fuck no"
Looks like you wanna terminate
But that’s when I go psycho like norman bates
I wanna kill the devil for talkin shit
Cause he can’t get a taste of the chocolate
African breast; cause white bitches got no butt and no chest
Black women have bodies like goddesses
Sorta like venus, but put away your penis
Cause the devil is a savage motherfucker
That’s why I’m lighter than the average brother
Cause you raped our women and we felt it
But it’ll never happen again if I can help it (me neither)
Cause nobody in my neighborhood has caught jungle fever yet
So horny little devil, you better listen
Before your ass comes up missin
And it’s like that

Verse two:

Now you wanna get me
Horny little must be a f-a-g
Tryin to fuck me out my land and my manhood
Got broke eating spam and canned goods
Locking down on my neighborhoods
Treat me less than a man cause right now you got the upper hand
But my ass is a virgin
You mignt have fucked the indians
But you can’t surgeon me
And when I’m on top I wont be fuckin ya
I’d rather put a buck in ya
Cause I hate the devil with a passion
And when I see the whites of his eyes I start blastin
Dig a hole and throw his ass in
And I won’t be happy til I’m down to my last ten
Get his fuckin pitchfork
Tie him up, and then feed the bitch pork
Little devil wanna fuck me out my pay
But horny little devil true niggaz aren’t gay
And you can’t play with my yo-yo
And definitely can’t play with me you fuckin homo
Cause we’ll blow your head off
And turn that white sheet into a red cloth
Plus when they’re all dead
I can quit that jheri juice and get a bald head
Then let it nap up
Go down to the corner store and beat the jap up
Clean all the crap up
Out my city
Now the whole block look shitty
Put his dick on a wood block
Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop
Now who’s the next to nut
Color me badd, but you can’t sex me up
So don’t even try to put a dick in a die
Because this is what why in 1991 i’ma get my gun
Put an end to the devil, so get a fucking shovel

(repeat chorus)

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:08

Ice Cube - Once Upon a Time in the Projects (Part II )

Once upon a time in the projects yo
I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yellin through the screen do′ (HEY, let me in!)
(Big Daddy got a fifth of gin, and down to sin)
Baby up in two-ten, is on a nigga
Bendin over pickin up her mail, she can tell I′m dyin to get her
I′m sittin in yo′ livin room, slash kitchen
A nigga ain′t tryin to be the fuckin groom so stop bitchin
*knock knock knock* I like the way that ass is switchin, answer the do′
Some nigga in a eighty-kay, yo′ baby daddy
lookin like he mad at me (what) wit′cho name on his neck
Here we go with mo′ drama in the projects

Wait a minute, who is this motherfucker?

You better take his ass in the back, and start talkin
Nick that bud ′fore it bloom, and start stalkin
I can hear you guys yellin *glass breaks* a little strugglin
Youse a FOOL if you think that I′m jumpin in
That nigga jet, smokin on a ciggarette
You say domestic shit, get you soakin wet?
Well come widdit and get it, blow my socks
while I′m drinkin all the Kool-Aid, watchin Jamie Foxx
I′m hearin mo′ knocks *knock knock knock*
(Oh, that′s just my people
They came all the way to the projects to meet you) Who?
This fool wearin black, his girl, in the see through
Distraction, a little action, *fight ensues* I woke up
Tied up like (What happened? Punk you shoulda stuck to rappin
Niggaz tell me you got a house full of platinum..
Where the platinum at motherfucker?
I hear that shit worth more than gold!)

Wait a minute motherfucker, this my house!

Once upon a time in the projects (3X)
Once upon a time, once upon a time

I′m like baffled, they got me gaffled, with the duct tape
So I remain raw, in come this chainsaw *knock knock knock*
Another knock, it′s the girl from two-ten
here to drop salt, that′s when them bitches fought
I thought, "I bet-ta plan my escape"
In the midst of this commotion, Ice Cube is breakin tape
I′m free, bombin on the first thing I see
And guess who walk in, with a nine, and a grin
It′s the baby daddy he ain′t playin, *gunshots*
He started layin everybody down, about face with a frown
I′m runnin to the bedroom, I lock the do′
and grab the phone, the bitch phone ain′t turned on
I think I′m gone, that′s when I hear a soft knock
It′s the girl from two-ten, with her number, and a glock
Said, "Call me up, if it′s for sex, or chin check
Nigga get you a real ass bitch from the projects!"

And I just might do that

Once upon a time in the projects (3X)
Once upon a time, once upon a time

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:07

Ice Cube - Who Are You Lovin′

Mr short khop:

Nasty girl, nasty girl, in ya own little nasty world (4x)

Chorus:

We just smokin, drinkin and fuckin,
And we ain’t dumpin nothin baby who are you lovin
(who loves you baby)

Verse 1:

We got a room full a clownin
And baby here got tha mean stark got me frownin
And we bout it like them niggaz from orleans
And puts it down like we court grime from green to green
Make ya scrilify any means, fuckin up any sceams
Or any plots that you got, you best had get rocks
We gets knots, 40 ain’t tha lots fuck a mule
My lil nigga hit tha fuel, and traffic bitches bust you
To get used by the cliq with tha bomb dick like tha fuse
Like noah, take em in two’s for 40 dayz and 40 nights
In tha double tree up 40 flights.

Chorus: (x2)

Verse 2:

We can see that you fuck wit too many stars
We can tell em how u fuckin up that miny bar
Already know u problably worked at tha tity bar
We see yo tittys and yo ass got u pretty far
Fly bitches ain’t impressed by a lil gold
But soakin wet off the power that a nigga hold
All ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? that a nigga fold
Bust a load, just as soon as we get u blowed
Get ya purse and ya pager don’t forget ya coat
Before ya leave slip ya other girlfriend a note
Tellin her to shake u and bring back a quote
You get my vote for tha one with tha deepest throat.

Chorus: (x2)

I know this is a gang a bitches by tha silhouette
Niggaz ran through a few and ain’t finished yet
Cuz when it come to tha hoes and time to get it wet
We only keep tha startin 5 like tha pinatech
They hit us off wit tha tongue fo tha nut licks
And follow through to duck6 and butt licks
Nigga fuck tricks, they in tha back wit they legs up
And I’m gon tell u how I want it whether head or guts
Im spread nuts, set it up, I show you how to wet it up
2 and 3 to 4 how this nigga kept it up,
Up to bat the 3rd time, nigga struck out
Blamed it on tha bitch and told her "get the fuck out"

(people say it’s dirtyyy, people say it’s wrong
They look at out music like it’s a nasty song, it’s nasty!!)

Nasty girl nasty girl in ya own lil nasty world (x2)

(people say it’s dirtyyy, people say it’s wrong
They look at out music like it’s a nasty song, it’s nasty!!)

Nasty girl nasty girl in ya own lil nasty world (x4)

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:07

Ice Cube - Dr. Frankenstein

(feat. Mr. Short Khop)

Supreme gangsta shit
We dream gangsta shit
{rain pouring Yes {electric shock, beaker tingling
Yes {knock on dorr
Yeah what is it? {continual knocking on door
What is it?!? (Doctor, is everything alright?)
Yes, I′m straight, go to bed {thunder claps
{animal screams Yeah! Yeah!
{woman screaming It′s ALIVE!

{Ice Cube
It′s pourin rain, thunder and lightning
Clash of the titans, I′m home writin
Gangsta rap has arrived, I′m the only man alive
October 31st, 1985
Hard times, just got harder
Adolescent Ice Cube, the shit starter
A martyr, thanks to the father
for bein this mean as sixteen raps, feel like the bitch scream
You learned about your triple beam from me
You stopped payin for pussy and hit that ass for free
A little G never thought, that I could change the world
witta attitude, a Raider jacket and a jheri curl
Got every girl wantin to do me, screw me
Boyz N The Hood, the first rap, the first movie
Oooh wee *woman screaming* it′s alive
So whatchu gon′ do 24-7, 3-65
Dr. Frankenstein
Dr. Frankenstein

{Mr. Short Khop - x2
Ooooh wee, it′s alive
You better run and hide
Cover your ears and your eyes

{Ice Cube
The world had to bow to this new style
Dial 9-1-1, makin more money than the law allow
But Fuck Tha Police, they can get deez
Now who was sayin shit like that before me?
No-body, but everybody wanna take the star′s place
and be Scarface in the car chase
Illigitimate, counterfeit
Even got white boys talkin shit off the shit I invent
No no, motherfuckers musta took a photo
Tryin to call my gangsta shit ′mafioso′
but who ya usin? Fool it ain′t no solution
to the evolution, of pimps and prostitution
I cuss, skanlous, I give a rush
to niggas who mind turn to mush, smokin on brush
Hush, I′m just a lush for this Hen
Chrome electroids, connected to my pen
When, blowin motherfuckers ain′t knowin what we goin through
Spiritually, lyrically showin you
They call me, ′AmeriKKKa′s Most Hated′
Gettin liberated by this monster I created
Dr. Frankenstein

{Mr. Short Khop
We love to bump you Frankenstein
Yo′ shit is the best
Take my body and my mind
Don′t fuck with the stress
Hit me with that game to win
If you want, hit me again
We love you Frankenstein
We love you Frankenstein

{Ice Cube
Now how many times did a nigga have to warn ya?
Ya fuckin up the formula (call the coroner)
It′s outta hand, cos sucker ass niggas like you
try to pay the rent off my blueprint
New cent to the industry
You thought my shit was biodegradable, uh uh, it′s unfadeable
Unstoppable, runnin through your suburbs
Incredible thug words
We gets down, nigga do the Monster Mash
and watch a nigga like me collect monster cash
Cos I′m sittin wit this bitch who got monster ass
Keep em wonderin how long the Don will last
And never pass, and when I want it buttered on toast
Can′t no nigga see Ice Cube on no coast
So all you gotta do is focus
and see that I′m the fuckin loccest with this hocus pocus
Dr. Frankenstein
Dr. Frankenstein, ugh

{Mr. Short Khop - x4
Ooooh wee, it′s alive
You better run and hide
Cover your ears and your eyes

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:07

Ice Cube - Gangsta Fairytale 2

Intro: Little Russ

Hey motherfuckin Cube, what the fuck wrong with you?
You didn′t kick the rest of that Gangsta Fairytale shit
Why don′t you kick it one good time
Niggaz on the playground wanna know what′s happenin
You left em hangin man, what the fuck?

Verse One: Ice Cube

Little Boy Blue is outta Folsome
Now them three little pigs gotta roast him
Drivin down Sesame Street and I bet
That little motherfucker′s out fuckin Smurfette
Ain′t saw the wolf yet, but it′s no doubt
They′ll catch his ass slippin at his grandma house
They got the Mac-10 pointed out the coop
Cause they gotta follow they nose like Fruit Loops
Peeped out Little Miss Muffet on her tuffet eatin grits
She saw the Mac-10 and the bitch had the shits
Ran into her house, called up her crew
Cause Red Riding Hood wants to kill Little Boy Blue
And the wolf too, what is Mister Rogers doing?
Moved out his Jordan, bought him a Ewing
Him, Little Boy Blue and the wolf in the cellar
Planning on gettin Cinderella
Cause Cinderella still works for the pigs
Through with the dwarfs, fuckin Bebe′s kids
Now Snow White got the horny ass fever
Fuckin the Beauty′s Beast like Jungle Fever
Now the word′s on the street
When the crews meet
You better make some fuckin room
Cause it′s on with the pigs and them other nigs
When the cow jump over the moon, everybody jump

Verse Two

Now Little Boy Blue is up front
WIth the nine millimeter, ready for the hunt
Little Red Riding Hood caught his ass slippin
Drew down on the boy cause the bitch is steady trippin
About to get loose with the deuce deuce
That′s when the boy said, "What about the gang truce?"
The little hoe had no words
The wolf came around and the bitch got served
Three little pigs bought wigs
Dressed like sheep, Cinderella is Little Bo Peep
Tryin to creep, on the crew
The wolf, the Rogers, the Blue, they through
Cause the pigs did the buck buck bang, ping
Now you hear the fat lady sing
Cinderella, ran like a bitch
To the pay phone cause the bitch is still a snitch
Now the pigs are caught by the pigs and taken
In the pen to get fried like bacon
You still can′t trust no hoe
And Ice Cube′ll tell the kids how the stories, should go

Outro: Little Russ

Yeah Cube, man that shit was dope nigga
You all that and a bowl of grits
Nigga that shit was on props, nigga!
Yeah that′s how you kick that shit for the ninety-deuce, nigga
What′s happenin nigga?!
Yeah nigga that′s Gangsta Fairytale part 2 nigga
All you trick-ass niggaz can′t fuck with it

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:06

Ice Cube - The Peckin′ Order

";In The Deep Dark Bowls of the
underworld order must be maintained.
Without a strict and unforgiving
chain of command, chaos is inevedeble";

[Ice Cube]
Wazup youngsta, sience your tha new booty
and dont know nuttin i gotta show ya bout
the peckin′ order. Its the order in how we do
things and move things. See somebody gonna
tell you what to do, after i tell that
muthafucka what to do.

It′s tha peckin′ order (echo)
It′s tha peckin′ order (echo)

We got tha power to make you niggaz sour
big fish, whale like itchy cower
stepin out the shower it′s the peckin′ order
ax ya daugther how we peck, inspect
high class ass the projects
push my lex to the california range
souther lane
infamous skeems is on the brain for my connect game
put a strain on every leak and i chain (thats right)
we all get (?)
take a svornnotes to make a c notes
doin all tha howdy bullshit floats and niggaz dont
some niggaz dont gangsta paradise say nuttin nice
yeah we livin so tight we need jesus in our lives

(Chorus)

[Ice Cube]
It′s the peckin′ order
[mack 10]
It′s the order how we do things and move things
only fuck wit the true things

[Ice Cube]
Havin heavy in the course whit the world of depresion
messin wit the wrong bitches never learn our lesson
stressin, no guessin, never question even when we playin
we testin, confession
do you still wanna meet wit the killas (?)
hold accountable for anythang you repeat
it′s the peckin′ order, ask your daughter how we peck
when we smoke you it′s your best friend we suspect

(Chorus)
[Ice Cube]
It′s the peckin′ order
[mack 10]
It′s

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:06

Ice Cube - Record Company Pimpin′

[Ice Cube]
Please listen to my demo {x8}

A nigga told me, the record company′s the pimp
The artist is the hoe, The stage is the corner
And the audience is the trip, god damn

(verse one) {:21}
Incredible young nigga, you can′t belive i′m just one nigga
God damn i′ve gotten bigger
Intellect superior,
Walk in a room and make the whole interior, inferior
If you look me in my eyes
You might fuck around and loose control of your mind body and your soul
Grab ahold
Undisputed on the microphone, what choo think
If you wink, i′ll make you ich think
Did you blink, did you ever drink your own brain matter
Shotgun enima, this ain′t no cinema
All praises due to the creator
--for this man here, that can′t no nigga stand near--
True, inventor of the double-you
What choo wanna do, i got the red and the blue
Show me one nigga dedicated to raps
I′ll show you ten niggas dedicated to snaps
Record company death traps settin′ decoys
Just to pimp young b-boys
With a cup full of yak, studio contact
Maniac with a contract
Well turn up the bass and the motherfuckin′ treble
About to do a deal with the devil for my vocal level
Bullshit points, plus he want to rub it in
And take all my publishin′, god damn
Do i take it up the rectum
Just to rock the spectrum
Give up a right arm, just to do a form
Hell no, all you motherfukers goan leave this bitch limpin′
No more, record company pimpin′

No more (No more), record company pimpin′
No more (No more), record company pimpin′
No more (No more), record company pimpin′
No more No more No more No more

You ain′t pimpin′ me (uhn uhh, uhn uhh)

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:06

Ice Cube - U Ain′t Gonna Take My Life

Mr. Dirty Harry, you look really scary
With your .357, officer Kevin
Spent 11 years on the force trying to get mine
Head got the flat top, boots got the spit shine
Don′t give a fuck about my neighborhood
Just wanna do your eight hours, then hit the showers
Shoot a brother down adn you don′t send flowers
Goddamn sherrif, can′t wait to tarriff
A chunk of a nigga ass, but watch a nigga blast
And get away nigga fast
You ain′t gonna have me face down no more
You ain′t gonna have a chance to clown no more
To the boys in blue, I got kids too
Ain′t going out like a jigaboo, no no no
On my way to the store
You see me in a Range Rover, now you gotta pull me over
But where oh where is the ticket?
You got your hand on your gun cause you′re wicked
You don′t like the face of the original man
But you gotta treat me like an individual man
Talk right and I′ll talk right back
Show some goddamn respect to the black
Cause I gotta get back to my wife
But I′m sorry, you ain′t gonna take my life

Just because you got a badge
Did you think Ice Cube was gonna wave the white flag?
Cracker please, you can yell freeze
I′d rather die standing up than die on my knees
You think you can do anything you want to do
To my crew when you come through, man fuck you
Shooting up South Central
Catch your ass slipping at a rent show

Could have popped you off, one dead cop
But I know you got a wife and a dog named Spot
I show a little mercy cause I′m civilized
Looking through a nigga′s eyes at a much bigger prize
But when I saw Rodney it got me so hot
Made me wanna go out and po

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:05

Ice Cube - War and Peace

Ice Cube the great!!

"He has indicated to us that he has sufficient.. firepower..
to.. blow up the Bradley vehicle..
and in fact his words were
′We are ready for war.. let′s get it on′"

[Ice Cube]
War.. "War and peace"
Sing it!

Chorus: singer interprets No Doubt′s "Don′t Speak"

War and peace... (Sing it!)
War and peace forever!
War and peace together.. always!

Verse One: Ice Cube

I′m at the highest peak, still glad the meak is understandin me
Artillery, thoughts of killin me is just a fantasy
The man in me is ready for war, like Holyfield/Tyson IV
A gang against you niggaz on the shore
Either or, your whole family is on the floor
Windows breakin all around em, you can′t climb this mountain
I′m at the fountain, with my troops
I start screamin at em like Patton, we gattin at you fools!

Chorus

Verse Two: Ice Cube

Negotiate... strategy is the key!
I hope they ain′t... exclusively after me!
Cause if they are... we gots to be who we be!
And make a star... out of a head enemy!
The papers said... that he died tragically!
They found his head... with no legs and bo-dy!
We made a pledge... to the Dub-S-C!
Bloodshed... if they got no love for peace!
Sing it!

Chorus

Verse Three: Ice Cube

I′d rather break bread than uhh, break your head
Break your legs, have em broken, I ain′t no joke
Don′t provoke, the gun smoke from the highest slope
Eternal peace, for my peoples and my folks
My crips and my bloods, criminals and my thugs
Just show a nigga love when I′m rollin on them dubs
Just, give a nigga hugs, we can ride on this piece
Westside for Life but still down with the East
Sing it!

Chorus 2X

After the haters attempt to blow up his car
We find our hero, Ice Cube, on the ground
Bruised, but not beaten
He pulls out his cell phone.. WITH THE CHIP!
And begins to dial Mack One-Oh
Who′s faded and rolling through Inglewood
with Mr. Short KHOP
Words.. are spoken

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:05

Ice Cube - Lil′ Ass Gee

Look at that lil′ ass Westside doped out
insane-in-the-brain little nigga servin caine
Use to have to axe could he cross the street
now he′s rollin in a Gee, the Gee is on E
He′s quick to hit you up with the two fingers spreaded (Wassup?)
Don′t roll that shit (Wassup?) and hold that shit (Wassup?)
Now you know what fuckin set he′s claimin
A wild little nigga and it ain′t no tamin
And just when you think everything is calm
that motherfucker is the first to bum
like bang, ping, catch you with the sleeper
He′ll draw down and then check his beeper
He′s clockin them chicks and bucks
Gettin, his little dick sucked by the, clucks
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please
Little locs are harder then the OGz
You fall to the ground and beg please
Just got served by little niggas on the 10-speed
12 years old, got bumps they can′t keep
A straight killer, a fool, a lil ass gee.....

God damn, it′s a trick
Use to have the G.I.Joe with the kung-fu grip
Now he′s straight Crip, or Blood
Now ya sag, you use the blunt
Now ya known as the favorite groupie
Goin to camp and it ain′t Camp Snoopy (Wassup?)
But I ain′t surprised
It′s 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size
You motherfuckin crook
You want respect cos you didn′t get′cha manhood took
Drinkin that ′yac like it′s no tomorr-y
Westside hustler fucker-tory
In the jail and it ain′t no thang
Can′t wait til you get 22′s on the hang (Uhh)
A underage boy that′s lookin tossed
And that′s ya idea of who you hide
All you want for Christmas is guns and drinkers
Little nigga nuttier than a Snicker
You don′t wanna be like Mike, you wanna be like me
A fool, a killer, a lil ass gee......

Interlude: (*two sampled guys talking*)

See, I knew it wouldn′t be long
They got your ass stretched like Stretch Armstrong
In the one-man cell, it got′cha thinkin
Sendin more kites than Benjamin Franklin
20 years old but ya still a veteran
Won′t touch down til we′re livin like the Jetsons
Proud of ya self, because ya done done it
Gotcha 22′s and your name on your stomach
Never even think about a woman to fuck
Rather stand in lin eor bust the ass of a young buck
Got stuck, now you′re bleedin
Hospital ward, is got your reading
Learn about the knowledge of self ya see
that ya mad enough to go and stick the death to these
See, it ain′t about bein hard
But that′s whatcha tell the little homies in the yard
Ya already done did 10
and wish you could start all over again
Brand new inmates and who do ya see
Your baby brother in shackles, a fool, a lil ass gee.....

A fool, a lil ass gee
Yo this go out to the little hardhead homies
who probably gon′ see more, ahh, assholes than pussyholes
when they get you in that system

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:05

Ice Cube - You Ain′t Gotta Lie Ta Kick It

[Chris Rock]
You ain′t gotta lie ta kick it

[Ice Cube] (verse one) {:02}
I know ya like to see me doin′ bad
But i′m doin′ good, fuck the police that′s rollin′ thru my neighborhood
Fuckin′ peaker wood see me in the five speed
I don′t care if his motherfuckin′ eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, this is my world
Don′t get mad when you see them hundred smokes squirel (?)
Candied out while you spit yo′ last on the pearl
The Don Daada, i′m hotta than holly watta
Wish i was your baby fatha, cuz i got a fuckin′ head on my shoulder
And lead in my holster, face on the poster
The kinda nigga that you wanna get close ta′
But you can′t so you start the lyin′
Just like that nigga that think he dyin′
Get ta cryin′, snitchin′ and testifyin′
To all my people if i′m talkin ′bout your baby mama
When she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama

[Chris Rock]
Yo Cube, im goan have all da biches here

--You ain′t got to lie ta kick it--

Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey ain′t call me back
But i just paged my auntie

--You ain′t got to lie ta kick it--

[Ice Cube]
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie

--You ain′t got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

--You ain′t got to lie ta kick it--

[Ice Cube] (verse two) {1:02}
I′m a be as real as I can with this
Not just the fake analyst on canabis, who only say that the world is
Scandalist, without findin′ out a way to handle this
Dismantle this, either with the rhyme or the fist
How the fuck we get in the belly of this bitch?
I be rich if

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:04

Ice Cube - Amerikkka′s Most Wanted

Ice Cube with The Lench Mob I got it goin on
A nigga that′s livin in the city of the criminal zone
One time can′t keep the law in order
Cos everybody′s goin crazy for a quarter
You′re tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way I′m talkin I′m scarin ya
I′m darin ya to raise hell and bail and brag and sag
Or beat down for ya flag
Cos if you is or you ain′t a gangbanger
Keep one in the chamber
Cos you′ll get them thangs put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol′ school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin did my hair grow?
Will the boys ′n′ the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I′ll static son, you′ll see it′s okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one of my homies wanna squab
I′m still rollin wit The Lench Mob

(AmeriKKKa′s Most Wanted)

Back in the day I dip my shirt in dirt
Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes people got hurt
But if you know me, you know that I′m liable
To bust a cap cos it′s all about survival of the fittest
I′m a menace crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
From the shit I took from people
I reap all your fat shit, jack
Back to the criminals sect
I leave crew after crew but they can′t catch me yet
Cos I′m slick as slippery
They can′t get wit me, cops ain′t shit to me
I can′t dig a pig so I drop the dogs
And sweat em like sweathogs
And get mad, mad cos I′m the nigga that flaunt it
AmeriKKKa′s Most Wanted

Aiyo, here′s what the poster read:
′Ice Cube is wanted dead′
That′s all it said
I put heads to bed and fled the scene wit all the green
Hear shots and si-reens
When I feet first they yo′ rings, now they my rings
So give it up punk and then I just
Put another jack in progress
It′s the American way
Cos I′m the G-A-N-G-S-T-A
Ice Cube - a motherfuckin clepto
And tried to catch the early bird but they slept, so
Who gets the worm?
And if I′m caught in a trap
You know I′ma beat the wack
With a payoff, cop gotta lay off
FBI on my dick, stay off!
I′m not a rebel or a renegade on a quest
I′m a nigga with a ′S′ on his chest
So get the Kryptonite cos I′m a rip tonight
Cos I′m scarin ya, wanted by America

(Aiyo Cube man, they on your ass)

Word, but who the fuck has heard?
It′s time to take a trip to the suburbs
Let em see a nigga invasion
Point blank for the caucasian
Cock the hammer then crackle, smile
Take me to your house, pal
Got to the house, my pockets got fat, see
Crack the safe, got the money and the jewellry
Three weeks later, I′m at the P-A-D
Had a little fly ass bitch wit me
Sittin in a dig, yo it couldn′t be
(Whattup G?) Saw my face on TV
Damn (oh shit!) I didn′t know I lucked out
Struck out, I gotta get the fuck out
Pack my bags and tried to hit the dough when
The ol′ bitch down the street must′ve turned me in
Cos the feds was out there ten deep
I got hassled and gaffled in the back seat
I think back when I was robbin my own kind
The police didn′t pay it no mind
But when I start robbin the white folks
Now I′m in the pen wit the soap-on-a-rope
I said it before and I′ll still taught it
Every motherfucker with a colour is most wanted

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:00

Ice Cube - Hell Low (Hello)

[Ice Cube]
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..}

[Dr. Dre]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[MC Ren]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Ice Cube]
The motherfuckin world is a ghetto
Full of magazines full clips, and heavy metal
When the smoke settle..
.. I′m just lookin for a big yellow;
in six inch stilletos
Dr. Dre {Hello..} perculatin keep em waitin
While you sittin here hatin, yo′ bitch is hyperventilatin′
Hopin that we penetratin, you gets natin
cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin
Gangbang affiliatin; MC Ren′ll have you
wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon
{Get to dialin..} 9 1 1 emergency
{And you can tell em..} It′s my son he′s hurtin me
{And he′s a felon..} On parole for robbery
Ain′t no coppin a plea, ain′t no stoppin a G
I′m in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly
You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly
They call me the Don Dada
Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala
Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga I′m a scholar
The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible
Beg a hoe, let it go, dick ain′t edible
Nigga ain′t federal, I plan shit
while you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Dr. Dre]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?

[MC Ren]
Villain blows up yo′ spot
Take yo′ notebook yo′ bitch and yo′ glock
This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock
You slapped her ass that′s alarmin
cause she want my worm like Common(?)
We chin check niggaz, them thin check niggaz
run trains on golddiggers beware these fo′ niggaz
Scarin motherfuckers like Steven King flicks
Makin niggaz clear the room like a dyke flea a dick
Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik
So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with?
Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo′ fine ass bitch
Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle
Watch niggaz kiss my ass without flexin a muscle
Bitches - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle
Same time same channel don′t change the dial
Niggaz4Life, fuckin your wife, these niggaz wild {Hello..}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Ice Cube]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the muh′fuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Dr. Dre]
Did I fall off? Got you in your room
rippin every "Chronic" poster on your wall off
Just cause I put away the sawed off
Now I got you sittin back with a smirk;
listenin with your arms crossed
Questionin Dre′s credibility {What?}
Wondering if it′s still in me to produce hits;
Y′all be killin me
As if I need to make mo′ - I got a mansion
and six cars that are paid fo′ - suck my dick! {Hello..}
We came a long way from not givin a fuck
Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up
Now we got the whole world starstruck
Made a million plus and still don′t give a motherfuck
Motherfucker I′m Dre - I don′t need your respect
I don′t need to make another album bitch I don′t gotta do shit
I do it because I want to not to stay in the game
Fuck the fame, I′m still stayin the same, lil′ bitch! {Hello..}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[MC Ren]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Ice Cube]
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..}

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:59

Ice Cube - The 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 13:43:59

Ice Cube - Chin Check

[911 dispatch] 911, forty reporting
[woman] hello 911, help me, help me
[911 dispatch] what is your emergency
[woman] there′s someone in my house, there′s someone in my house
[911 dispatch] can you please run by your address for me
[woman] 151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
[911 dispatch] ma′am where inside the house are you
[woman] (oh my god)
[911 dispatch] ma′am where inside the house are you
[woman] in my room, their in my room
[911 dispatch] ma′am calm down, deputies are on the way
is the door locked
[woman] (shriek)
[911 dispatch] ma′am?

[2x] N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a

[Ice Cube]
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) What the fuck′s up Dre
[Dr Dre]
You tell me, you talk to Ren
[MC Ren]
Im right here nigga
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) Release the hound
[Snoop Dogg]
Bow wow wow
Wha wha wha what what what, what

[Ice Cube]
I′m a Nigga Wit an Attitude thanks to y′all
And I don′t give a fuck I keep it gangsta y′all
I′ma ride for my side in the C.P.T.
God bless the memory of Eazy-E
If it wadn′t for me where the fuck you′d be?
Rappin like the Treacherous Three, fuckin cowards
I′d have seen Dre rockin parties for hours
And I′d have seen Ren fuckin bitches from Howard
And I′d have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauer′s
So fuck Jerry Heller and the white superpowers

[MC Ren]
This the shit niggaz kill for
They hear the villain niggaz spittin′ with them nigga flows
Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch ass niggaz too
Got something for you broke
These niggaz wearin′ skirts like the pope
Who them niggaz that you love to get (us)
Who them niggaz that you fuckin′ wit′ (us)
Love the girl that weed and shit (what)
The saga continues, with the worlds most dangerous group
Four deep in the coup
(Im a spill it)

[Chorus]
I′ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I′ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
I′ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I′ma nigga 4 life, so I′ma nigga til I diz-ie
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
I′ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I′ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
I′ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I′ma nigga 4 life, so I′ma motherfuckin nigga til I diz-ie

[Dr Dre]
A pencil, a pen, or a glock
Im the original, subliminal, subterranium
Titianium, criminal minded, swift
D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit (fuck a biatch)
A couple o′ notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke, cutthroat
You don′t want the pistols to whistle
Candy paint impala
I make hoes pop collars

[Snoop Dogg]
God damn hoes, here we go again
Fuckin with Ren, playin′ to win
(he got the) coke in hand, (I got the) juice and gin
Same shit you was fuckin wit way back then
We keep it crackin′ from the actin to the jackin
G′ed up C′ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up
We all on deck fool so put your heat up
I stay on deck so me don′t get wet

[Ice Cube]
Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots
Let′s get together, make a record, why the fuck not?
[MC Ren] Why the fuck not?
[Dr Dre] Why the fuck not?
[Snoop Dogg] Why the fuck not?
[Ice Cube] Cause I′m tight as the night
I had to wipe activator off the mic, in 1985

[Snoop Dogg]
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
Real niggaz, biatch, you know, ha hah

[Ice Cube]
We cause tragedy, erratically
Systematically, in your house without a key
How fucked up that′d be
Gat′ll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery

[Dr Dre]
Assault and battery, cus we coming with that street mentality
Straight west coast rider academy
Concrete nigga, that′s my reality
[Snoop Dogg] We tend to bus′ on niggaz that get mad at me
[Dr Dre] Was it a bitch in the mix
[Snoop Dogg] Well it had to be

[Dr Dre]
Lying tricks told them dicks I had a key
Hoes make the world harder than it have to be
(Yea thats right)

[Chorus]
I′ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I′ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
I′ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I′ma nigga 4 life, so I′ma nigga til I diz-ie

I′ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I′ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
I′ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I′ma nigga 4 life, so I′ma motherfuckin nigga til I diz-ie

[6x] N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:58

Ice Cube - Everybody Wants You

The Unband
Everybody Wants You

You see ′em comin′at you every night
Strung on pretension, they fall for you at first sight
You know their business, you think it′s a bore
They make you restless, it′s nothin′ you ain′t seen before
Get around town, spend your time on the run
You never let down, say you do it for fun
Never miss a play, though you make quite a few
You give it all away - everybody wants you

You crave attention, you can never say "no"
Throw your affections any way the wind blows
You always make it, you′re on top of the scene
You sell the copy like the cover of a magazine
Puttin′ on the eyes ′til there′s nobody else
You never realize what you do to yourself
The things that they see make the daily reviews
You never get free - everybody wants you

Everybody knows you
Everybody snows you
Everybody needs you, leads you, bleeds you

Nights of confusion and impossible dreams
Days at the mirror, patchin′ up around the seams
You got your glory, you paid for it all
You take your pension in loneliness and alcohol
Say goodbye to conventional ways
You can′t escape the hours, you lose track of the days
The more you understand, seems the more like you do
You never get away - everybody wants you

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:58

Ice Cube - If I Was Fucking You

[Intro]
[′Big Worm′ talking]
Yeah that′s cool
Er, everything closed so we just
We might as well just go straight to the hotel
And just get some rest
Let me slide this dick up on in ya

[Verse 1]
[Ice Cube]
If I was fucking you right about now
You′d have a dick stuck in you (yeah)
Have to go brag to your fucking crew
On how this rap nigga dick you down
Kendo passed them guts and didn′t have to kick you down
Who this bitch nigga wit′ you now?
Do we know about your X-files?
And your sex styles?
And all the niggaz that you think about fucking
And all the shit you know you really wanna do when we buzz it (hahaha)
[K-Mac]
If I was fucking you, shit, it′d be like drama (yeah)
And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac)
So do what I tell you and everything′ll be alright
You′re cute as fuck, plus that ass is tight (hype)
Get the fuck on ′fore these niggaz start to fight
I can see it in your eyes, you wanna fuck tonight
Give Herden everything, she got a fool in love (fool)
Gave it up to me and gangsta after the club
[Mr Short Khop]
If I was fucking you, I′d be pakin the piss
The horny weight dick gettin′ laid is for chips
Bitch I′m tryina′ make grits
Him in with the trojan pack ′o six
Hin the gin and juice the mix
No time to pause, gots to drop draws
Prep through a half spankin′, breakin′ down walls
With tactics, nigga used two proper lactics (double-up)
Hit the twat chopper style
Bang it up back (echo)

[Chorus]
If I was fucking you (echo)
(overlapping) ooh, oo, yeah, a, ahh, uhh, uh, come on

[Verse 2]
[Ice Cube]
If I was fucking you, you′d be like fuck everybody
Kill, this pussy yours
Washin′ dishes, rubbin′ floors
Doin′ chores for a nigga
Open doors for a nigga
Ridin′ shotgun, holdin′ forty-fours for a nigga
At the motelly, got you on your belly
In come morcelli
Niggaz calling K-Mac, bitches calling Kelly
Do it like Arthur Fonzarelli, hit the lights
So we can try to reform these potential dites
[K-Mac]
If I was fucking you, you′d be spendin′ all your dough (yeah)
Buying nigga shit, that you don′t even know (mm)
Credit card maxed out
Bank account tapped out
Writin′ bad cheques (hahaha)
When I call you break your neck
You do whatever please me, runnin′ burs while I take it easy
Will as you do whatever, live your life just to please me
These buster-ass niggaz make the shit so easy
(He was fucking me?) for sheazly
[Mr Short Khop]
If I was fucking you, I′d let the homies fuck too
Run up in the guts bust nuts and we′re through
Hey you feenin′
cooch screamin′, heatin′ cleanin′
Tag-teamin′, suckin′ semen (echo)
Keep it low, put it in your grill cos you love me
With video footage of you giving nigga scully (got you)
Hold it till you′ve chocked off the bitched and got got
And roll one to smoke, grab my shit and shake my spot

(Chorus)

(Intro)
[′Big Worm′ talking]
Nineteen inches of complicated funk. hahahaha
Ango urgin′, probably be vomiting dick for a week though
Suckin′ on semen, hahahahahahah...

Hmmm... be careful what you wish for, you just might get it

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:58

Ice Cube - Don′t Trust Em

You can′t trust a big butt and a smile
No, that′s the old style
In ninety-deuce, shit ain′t quite the same
Bitches gotta brand new game, yo
It′s kinda hard to see
But the dating game ain′t what it used to be
Back in the day, if a ho wanted ya dough
She give you a piece of ass and there we go
Go and get knocked up and then get socked up
You be broke and locked up
But the news done hit
Bitches all over on some new improved shit
To y′all macks
Come to find out that bitches are pullin jacks
I remember every night all you had to worry about
Was gettin caught at a red light
And the nigga gettin ya five, day to days
Now shit done changed
Cos you gots to watch the ones in the skirt
And it ain′t about gettin burnt
I know it sounds strange, but could you
Stop thinkin with ya dick for a change
Cos you′ll get a bullet in your brain, Mr Rich
And about that bitch, don′t trust em

Chorus

(Ice Cube comin at′cha with a crazy bitch)
Don′t trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
(Ice Cube comin at′cha with a crazy bitch)
You can′t trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
*Repeat*

Here′s how the bitches jack:
They try to catch a dumb nigga in the act
You came to the club, stepped to the bar
And pulled out a wad of Doves
After you got buzzed, she walk by
You saw how big her ass was
Got her on the dancefloor
And she started dancin like a ho
Jimmy got stiff, she ain′t have a ride home
So you gave the bitch a lift
She didn′t wanna trouble you
But hopped her big ass in your BMW
Hopped to her house and started kissin
And Jimmy just wouldn′t listen
Cos you got real horny
And that

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:58

Ice Cube - Today Was A Good Day

Smooth.. heh.. yep..
Heheheh.. remix..

Just waking up in the mornin gotta thank God
I don′t know but today seems kinda odd
No barkin 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 I wanna dig out
Hooked it up for later as I hit the do′
Thinkin 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
Lookin in my mirror and 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 park, are y′all playin basketball?
Get me on the court and I′m trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freakin niggas everyway like M.J.
I can′t believe, today was a good day

That′s right..

Creep 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 brother′s direction
as I ran the intersection
Went to $hort Dog′s house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps
What′s the haps on the craps?
Shake ′em up, shake ′em up, shake ′em up, shake ′em
Roll ′em in a circle of homies and watch me break ′em
with the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do′ Lil′ Joe
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

Hehe..

Left my homie′s house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin to do since the twelve grade
It′s ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics
Felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my jimmy runs deep, so deep
So deep put her butt 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 coastin
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her butt off and then chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn′t even see a berry flashin those high beams
No helicopter lookin for the murder
Two in the mornin got the Fatburger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read, "Ice Cube′s a pimp"
Drunk as hell but no throwin up
Half way home and my pager still blowin up
Today I didn′t even have to use my A.K.
I gotta say it was a good day

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:57

Ice Cube - A Bitch is a Bitch

From N.W.A. and the Posse/Greatest Hits.

[Eazy-E]
Oh, shit. I guess there′s one less bitch you gotta worry about.

[Narrator]
Let′s describe a certain female. A female with the disease of character
and attitude. If you will, a snob. However, in a view of NWA...

[Ice Cube]
A bitch is a bitch (bitch)
So if I′m poor or rich (word up)
I talk in the exact same pitch
Now, the title bitch don′t apply to all women
But all women have a little bitch in ′em (yeah)
It′s like a disease that′s plagues their character
Takin′ the women of America (yeah)
And it starts with a letter B
It makes a girl like that think she better than me (bitch)
See, some get mad and some just bury
But, yo, if the shoe fits wear it (wear it)
It makes ′em go deaf in the ear
That′s why when you say ′hi′ she won′t say ′hi′
Are you the kind that think you′re too damn fly?
Bitch eat shit ′n die (ha, ha)
Ice cube comin′ at you at crazy pitch
(Why?) I think a bitch is a bitch

′Who the fuck you think you′re callin′ a bitch you little ? muthafucka?
I dunno who the fuck you think you′re talkin′ to. Let me tell you one
muthafuckin′ thang, I′m not a...′ [Eazy E] ′Bitch, shut the fuck up.′

Yo, you can tell a girl that′s out for the money (How?)
She look good and the bitch won′t phony
She ain′t no dummy she′s right the ...
Yo, bitch fuck when I′m driving
See a young nigga that′s striving
You′re thru′ without a BMW
That′s why a bitch is a bitch
I guess, or ether P-M-S
Here, test the girl that′s kinda snobby (a′ight)
And I bet you dis a nigga is her hobby
And after she finished the test
Write today a B-I-T-C-H
And watch her get mad ′cause she know it′s true (she know it)
But a nigga like me, I say ′fuck you′
Do like Ice Cube, slam her ass in a ditch (slam her ass)
′Cause a bitch is a bitch

′Why I gonna be a bitch?′
′I ain′t call you no bitch. If you′d listen to a goddamn song it′d tell
you what a bitch is.′
′Fuck the song ′cause I′m not no muthafuckin′ bitch.′
′I didn′t say you was a bitch.′
′Fuck you, punk-ass nigga!′
′Fuck you, bitch!
′Fuck you! Who the fuck you think you are?
′Fuck you! Suck my dick, bitch!

I once knew a bitch who got a slack
′Cause she playing me like she was all that
A bitch can be your best friend talking behind your back (yeah)
About who′s fucking who and who′s getting fat
Look at yourself for me, (look bitch)
Now do you fall in this category?
Or you′re the kind that won′t bleak
′Cause you don′t think, yo, shit stinks
Luckily I haven′t had a drink
′Cause I′ll down you ass
Than I′ll clown your ass
′Cause the niggas I hang with ain′t rich (I ain′t rich)
We′re all saying ′Fuck you bitch!′ (Word up!)
Now, what I can do with a hoe like you
Been your ass over then I′m thru′
? that you see Ice Cube ain′t takin′ no shit
(Why?) ′Cause I think a bitch is a bitch

[Narrator]
There you have it. The description of a bitch. Now ask yourself,
are they talking about you? Are you that funky, dirty, money-hungry,
scandalous, stuck-up, hair piece contact wearing bitch? Yep, you
probably are.

Bitch

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:57

Ice Cube - A Bird In The Hand

(big bird: sesame street)
Hey look at this! I was cleaning out my nest
And I found a book of my old poetry

(ice cube)
Fresh out of school cause I was a high school grad
Gots to get a job cuz I was a high school dad
Wish I got paid like I was rappin’ to the nation
But thats not likely, so here’s my application
Pass it to the man at at&t
Cuz when I was in school I got the a. e. e.
But there’s no s. e. for this youngsta
I didn’t have no money so now I have to hunch the
Back like a slave, thats what be happenin
But whitey says there’s no room for the african
Always knew that I would boycott, jeez
But welcome to mcdonalds can I take your order please
Gotta sell ya food that might give you cancer
Cuz my baby doesn’t take no for an answer
Now I pay taxes that you never give me back
What about diapers, bottles, and similac
Do I gotta go sell me a whole lotta crack
For decent shelter and clothes on my back?
Or should I just wait for help from bush
Or jesse jackson, and operation push
If you ask me the whole thing needs a douch
A masengel what the hell cracker sale in the neighborhood
To the whorehouse bitches,
Miss porker, little joe or todd bridges
Or anybody that he know
So I got me a bird, better known as a kilo
Now everybody know I went from po’ to a nigga that got dough
So now you put the feds against me
Cause I couldn’t follow the plan of the presidency
I’m never givin’ love again
Cuz blacks are too fuckin broke to be republican
Now I remember I used to be cool
Till I stopped fillin’ out my w-2
Now senators are gettin’ hired
And your plan against the ghetto backfired
So now you got a pep talk
But sorry, this is our only room to walk
Cause we don’t want a drug push
But a bird in the hand is worth more than the bush

Tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)
Tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:56

Ice Cube - Alive On Arrival

Down at the best spot
Its me and jd and they sellin more birds than a pet shop
The spot’s hot and everybody nervous
That’s when the blue car served us
Oh why did fools had to let loose
Heard six pops from a deuce deuce
Big tom had to push us
13 niggaz runnin straight to the bushes
For they gats so they could draw down
But why a motherfucker like me had to fall down
Not known why I dropped out
Fuck it, still can’t afford to get popped out
So now I gotta jet
Only ran one block, but my shirt soakin wet
Tryin to see if we got him
Looked down at my sweatshirt red at the bottom
Didn’t panic but I still looked cracked out
Yelled to the homies then I blacked out

Woke up in the back of a tray
On my way, to mlk
That the county hospital jack
Where niggaz die over a little scratch
Still sittin in the trauma center
In my back is where the bullet entered
Yo nurse I’m gettin kind of warm
Bitch still made me fill out the fuckin form
Coughin up blood on my hands and knees
Then I heard "freeze nigger don’t move"
Yo, I didn’t do a thing
Didn’t wanna go out like my man rodney king
Still got gaffled
Internal bleeding as the bullet starts to travel
Now I’m handcuffed
Being asked information on my gang affiliation
I don’t bang, I rock the good rhymes
And I’m a victim of neighborhood crime

I need to see a md
And y’all mothafuckers giving me the third degree
Look at the waiting room
Its filled to the rim like the county jail day room
Nobody gettin help
Since we poor
The hospital move slow
Now I’m layed out
People steppin over me to get closer to the tv
Just like a piece of dog shit
Now will I die on this nappy ass carpet
One hour done passed
Done watched two episodes of m*a*s*h
And when I’m almost through
They call my name and put me on icu
Halfway dead
No respect and handcuffed to the bed
Now the trauma starts
Cause the bullet must be just a hair from my heart
So I begin the ass kissin
Just to get looked at by an overworked physician
Got the chills, but my temperatures 103
Only got a band-aid and an iv
That’s when I start cussin
Police steady askin me who did the bustin

Why oh why can’t I get help
Cause I’m black, I gots to go for self
Too many black bodies the hospital housin
So at 10 p.m. I was audi 5000

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:55

Ice Cube - Heaven

Verse one:

Listen to the preacherman
But are you talkin’ to me
I can’t hear you with a mouth full of pig’s feet
If I should need the swine flesh
Your body is a mess, but you’re blessed
With a father, son, spirit and the holy ghost
But my whole neigborhood is comatose
Lookin’ for survival
The devil made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin’ our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch ’em burn in a fire
See I’m a g, that’s why I ain’t in your choir
Cause I see, cause I know
The church ain’t nothin’ but a fashion show
Get the devil to a 187
And they won’t call me a nigga when I get to heaven

Verse two:

You’re waitin’ for the devil to come from the ground
Clown, take a look around
Just look at the cross that the priest is holdin’
A beast in sheep’s clothing
But I’m rollin’ with that knowledge of self
Cause heaven ain’t just wealth
So mister preacher, if I couldn’t pay my tithe
Do I have to wait outside?
White man, please take another look
Cause we couldn’t be readin’ out of the same book
Cause youse a crook and I’m a brother
King james had sex with his mother
Is that your edition? is that your religion?
Black man, you gotta make a desicion
Cause God is comin’ on day number seven
And he won’t call me a nigga when I get to heaven

Verse three:

The same white man that threw me in the slammer
He bombed the church in alabama
So if I cock the hammer, God won’t mind
If I have to kill the human swine
Cause God is a killer from the start
Why you think noah had to build his ark
And God is a man from his feet to his hair
That’s why you say ’amen’ after each and every prayer
I just stare at the church man
Spendin’ more money on the church band
But elijah’s got a plan
Got the white man screamin’: ’damn that farrakhan!’
Cause one day these babies are uprise
Much more than bowties and bean pies
Kickin’ knowledge at 7-11
And they won’t call me a nigga when I get to heaven

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:55

Ice Cube - State Of Emergency

California ain′t a state, it′s an army

[Verse 1: The Game]

One motherfucker in the projects killing
The same motherfucker that′ll burn down the village
With a chronic blunt full of that - you know, who don′t
Take you back to Compton in that 6-4 two door
Subwoofers in the trunk, kicking that lethal injection
A hood nigga lost with no direction
So he bought a black Smith and Wesson
Strapped on his vest and that′s his protection
At the intersection waiting on the rival
Coz in the city of angels it′s all about survival
Fuck the 5-0, they wanna see you D.O.A.
Welcome to L.A.
Where the ghetto birds flying over my auntie′s and my cousin′s house
Tell me what they buzzin bout
The lil homie got smoked on the corner
And now his momma crying, dead in California

[Chorus: The Game & Ice Cube]

Motherfuckers ain′t gon learn
Til the chronic blunt don′t burn
And you cant see nothing but the
ghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm trees
California ain′t a state, it′s an army

Motherfuckers ain′t gon learn
Til the chronic blunt don′t burn
And you cant see nothing but the
ghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm trees
California ain′t a state, it′s an army

[Verse 2: The Game]

Jumped in my Impala took a trip to the ?
To scoop up Ego Trippin′ and a white tee
Coz some niggas in my old hood don′t like me
Time to put they ass in check, like my Nikes
Til they hear my nigga Mack 10 on the chirp
All I need is me and my bitch
You scared? Go to church
Coz in California niggas crack heads for the turf
Their life ain′t nothing but Tec 9′s and dirt
Dipping through the jungles, my Escalade hit a dip
Fuck!
Here come the Guerrillas in the Mist
And they dress like Ice Cube was in ′96
Stone cold jheri curl and not one drip
I′ll sleep with the worms before I swim with the fish
And I′ll ride with my niggas before I roll with a bitch
If it don′t make dollars, it don′t make sense
And I almost got shot coz I couldn′t hit a fence

[Chorus: The Game & Ice Cube]

Motherfuckers ain′t gon learn
Til the chronic blunt don′t burn
And you cant see nothing but the
ghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm trees
California ain′t a state, it′s an army

Motherfuckers ain′t gon learn
Til the chronic blunt don′t burn
And you cant see nothing but the
ghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm trees
California ain′t a state, it′s an army

[Verse 3: The Game]

Call the U.S. government and tell em this a motherfucking code red
Niggas try to straight-up jack me
Now they both dead
Third little nigga got away on his moped
Caught him ′round the corner, put the beam on his forehead
Jumped in the Impala then smashed through the light
Without a one-time in sight, so I bust right
on Century headed to the L.A.X.
Where their ain′t nothing but fly bitches and jets
In and out of lanes and I almost wrecked
Off bread nigga in the 600 throwing up the set
He must don′t know, I got the 40 on deck
and the Tec
Tryna ?? time to flex
It′s the third time this shit happened to me all day
Guess it′s time to add another dead body to the throwaway
So I turn down the Spice 1 tape and hit the switch
Emptied a whole clip in his fucking face

[Chorus: The Game & Ice Cube]

Motherfuckers ain′t gon learn
Til the chronic blunt don′t burn
And you cant see nothing but the
ghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm trees
California ain′t a state, it′s an army

Motherfuckers ain′t gon learn
Til the chronic blunt don′t burn
And you cant see nothing but the
ghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm trees
California ain′t a state, it′s an army

California ain′t a state, it′s an army

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:55

Ice Cube - Mental Warfare

[ice cube]
I love the sound of gangsta shit in the mornin’

[some guy]
Bitch you know the size
World motherfucking wide

[ice cube]
You ain’t got to be in the pen to be in prison
You in the prison of your mutherfuckin’ mind

[some guy]
What kinda time we got up here?

[ice cube]
15:30 am

Everything is real on this concrete and steel
Everything is real on this concrete and steel

The warfare is mental
The warfare is mental

[some guy]
Supreme gangster shit
We dream gangster shit

[ice cube]
Now I wanna see if you punk mutherfuckers is paying attention

I love the sound of gangsta shit in the mornin’

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:54

Ice Cube - Pimp Homeo

{woman pimp homeo, pimp homeo...
{cube hey, julie-ho!
{womani am but $300 short, thy pimp. first know my ass is tired, thy
Pimp homeo.
Be this hour, I have done weeping. thy have poppeth my
Cootchie ’til I can’t poppeth
No more!
{cube oh, tis! thy have a reason to smack a cramp in that ass.
{womanhave patience, pimp homeo, have patience! homeo, I have a very
Vuluptuous vagina,
And titties teetering on times this. and a ass the size
Of alaska.
{cube well, bitch, thy get my money.

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:54

Ice Cube - Greed

Now, if the greenbacks don′t stack large on my side of the yard
I ain′t fuckin with it
This cake has got to be all icing baby
Now I know I′m taking the biggest piece
but god damn I′m the biggest fish with the biggest mouth bitch
You wanna be rich right? (Hell yeah)
Well stick with me, do as I does, and be as I be

We be stackin chips, packin clips, mackin chicks
Laugh at tits, slappin dick, in yo′ bitch (bitch!)
Makin hoes, take these clothes, from these sto′s
Walkin slow, there go the po′, now here we go
Parking lot to the spot, Marriott
Cause what I got to make a knot, is very hot
Who′s at the do′, go and check, I got the Tec
Tell him that you soakin wet, until he jet
Now lift up your fuckin dress, where′s the rest
Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts
Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts
Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch
You can jerk niggaz but you can′t jerk me
Hoe I only tell you once that this dick ain′t free
I′m talkin greed

*Chorus*
Greed, give me everything that I need
How you gon′ deal with the niggaz that I feed
(repeat 2X)
We smokin weed, you and me
Lookin for that currency
(repeat 2X)

Now bitch niggaz don′t mean shit, from where I sit
Magnificent blow your back out, if you act out
Eighteen deep when the plane soar
The bitch threw her tits asked my click who we pay for
Penetrate the clouds, loud, and obnoxious
Surround the airport with feds and helicopters
Escorted, detained and deported
Scared of the ly-rics, and when they bitches hear us
We the clear-est, you can fear us
Smile on the day of your dissapear-ance, smoke in mirr-ors
Break em all, pull over and jump out
Cause I can take em all, all bustas shake em all
I′m at the mall, buyin shit, like hot dog on a stick
These bitches all on the dick
Ice Cube ain′t a lick (nope) make me bleed
And now you got to deal with the niggaz that I feed, greed
Uhh uhh uhh *pigs squeal*
(Give me more, give me more) Greed, Greed

When you get your hands on it, wanna fawn it
Wanna dance on it, everybody want it
(repeat 2X)

You punks is petty, still we steady, countin fetti
I′m the one closin escrow, with the best flow
(Do you wear a vest?) No
Niggaz hit me I′ma turn into The Crow *caw caw* and take a shit
on everything counterfeit, the Don Mega
Blade Runner, in a beige Hummer all summer
It′d take about twelve honkeys, to convict
the nigga makin you sick, ask the 12 Monkeys
Up in Detroit holdin weed court, all through the South
Picked up a ounce in Shreveport
My lead give head tunnels (boom!)
to any motherfucker disgruntled exit wound, look like a funnel
Worldwide, international jet set
My niggaz love fuckin bitches that they just met
Get it wet, and you can do anything
When I′m in Paris niggaz french-kiss the pinky ring

*Chorus*

Yeah, Ice Cube, trillionaire
I own a mansion and a yacht, haha
We do it like it should be does
Yeah, Westside niggaz is very greedy, uhh
Death Row is very greedy
Sic-Wid-It records is very greedy
Dangerous Music greedy greedy greedy
Ruthless Records greedy, Suave House, greedy
SoSoDef, greedy
Rap-A-Lot greedy as fuck
No Limit, hah, hella greedy, uhh
Def Jam greedy, we all know Priority greedy as a motherfucker, hahaha
Hey I got twenties on my Benz you still fuckin with a gem
What can you tell me, nigga?

*pigs squeal*

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:54

Ice Cube - Higher

Verse 1:

Yo, I wanna get high
I wanna get high

Walking through campus with my backpack
Bailin’ to orientation
So I can change the nation
See many faces but none of ’em mirror me
Show my I’d to the punk ass security
Step on the quad lookin’ for the track squad
Walked by a bitch who think she’s god
Passing me a flyer talkin’ ’bout the messiah
She wanna take me higher
Keep your rhetoric in the heavens
Look and see a bro’ with a fro like michael evans
Done spent 6 years in the college
Always telling me to question the knowledge
Sittin’ in the black hole with the black stroll
And not even one cave bitch in our click
Sayin’ fuck professor fitz
I come from the land of the bloods and the crips (what’s up nigga)
Don’t like scholarships because they hurt me
Nothin’ but a slave to the university
That’s why ya see me on the track field run by ya
Caught by a liar who wanna take me higher

Chorus

Shit, he wanna take me higher
Wait until they get a load of me, shit shit
I wanna get high so high
Chocolate thai

Verse 2:

I wanna take flight ya goddamn right
It’s a party every fucking night
Been there for about 6 weeks
Walked by the freaks
Look, black greeks
How the fuck ya figure
I dig ya me bein’ from niggafied nigga
White boy in the room with me
Who never saw bet what the fuck
He’s about to erupt and turn red
Start hangin’ with the muthafuckin’ skinheads
’cause he can’t deal with the overkill
College ain’t nothin’ but niggerville
And he regret that his school is filled
With niggers jews and wetbacks
Plus chinks now he drinks
Hour after hour screaming white power
Motherfucker want me to call him sire
He wanna take me higher

Chorus

Shit he wanna take me higher
Shit wait until they get a load of me
Shit shit shit

Verse 3:

A girl gets date raped just like that
At a frat now she chase the cat
Feminist saying women is god’s gift
Do you need a lift can I take a sniff
Do I sound sexist cause I’m chasin’
After deja she from texas?
Down to kick the asses of the fascists
Who wanna put me in the oven and burn me to ashes
But I’m not burnin’ the world keeps turnin’
And nobody learnin’
’cause college is full of shit
Teachin’ me to memorize nothin’ but the lies
Chillin’ at a rally for peace
The beast from white power up in the tower
With the m-1 gun and a scope on dope
Thinkin’ he’s the great white hope
Motherfucker levels off
He wanna see me 6 feet deep shoveled off
Cause columbus university is nothing but a empire
Who wanna take me higher

Chorus:

Shit they wanna take me higher
Wait until they get a load of me
Shit they wanna take me higher
They wanna take me higher
Unh damn they wanna take me higher
Damn wait until they get a load of me
Damn unh they wanna take me they wanna take me
Them muthafuckas’ll never break me shit

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:53

Ice Cube - My Summer Vacation

[airline attendant]
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from los angeles, final destination to st. louis
Thank you

[ice cube]
Damn g, the spot’s gettin hot
So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at niggaz through a microscope
In l.a. everybody and they momma sell dope
They trying to stop it
So what the fuck can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to st. louis
That’s cool, cause nobody knew us
We stepped off the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
Cause where we stayin, niggaz look shady
But they can’t fade south central
Cause bustin a cap is fundamental
Checkin out every block close
Seein which one will clock the most
Yeah this is the one no doubt
Bust a u bone, and let’s clear these niggaz out

Ay ay man, whassup nigga?
Yo, well this lench mob nigga!
*gun shots*

Now clearin em out meant casualties
Still had the l.a. mentality
Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry
Wouldn’t you know, a driveby in missouri
Them fools got popped
Took their corner next day, set up shop
And it’s better than slangin in the valley
Triple the profit makin more than I did in cali
Breakin off rocks like barney rubble
Cause them mark-ass niggaz don’t want trouble
And we ain’t on edge when we do work
Police don’t recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
Getting bitches and they can’t stand a
Nineteen-ninety-one tony montana
Now the shit’s like a war
Of gang violence, where it was never seen before
Punks whirl when the gat bust
Four jheri curl niggaz kickin up dust
And some of them are even lookin up to us
Wearing our colors and talkin that gang fuss
Giving up much love
Dyin for a street, that they ain’t even heard of
But other motherfuckers want to stand strong
So you know the phrase, once again it’s on

[tv announcer]
Top of the news tonight, gangs from south central
Los angeles which are known for their driveby shootings
Have migrated into east st. louis
Leaving three dead and two others injured
No arrests have been made
Police say this is a nationwide trend
With similar incidents occuring in texas, michigan, and oklahoma
(female voice repeating in background:
"if it can happen here, it can happen anywhere")

[ice cube]
Boom, my homie got shot he’s a goner black
St. louis niggaz want they corner back
Shooting in snowy weather
It’s illegal business, niggaz still can’t stick together
Fuckin police got the four-one-one
That l.a. ain’t all, surf and sun
But we ain’t thinkin, bout the boys
Feudin, like the hatfields and mccoys
Now the shit’s gettin tricky
Cause now they lookin for the colors and the khakis
Damn, the spot’s gettin hot from the battle
About to pack up and start slangin in seattle
But the narcs, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a nigga while he’s yawnin
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherfuckin drawers
Tryin to give me, fifty-seven years
Face’ll be full of those tattooed tears
It’s the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
And the public defender ain’t givin a fuck
The fool must be sparkin
Talkin about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the crips and bloods by hand g
Plus the black guerilla family
And the white pride don’t like northside
And it’s a riot if any more niggaz die
No parole or probation
Now this is a young man’s summer vacation
No chance for rehabilitation
Cause look at the motherfuckin years that I’m facin
I’ma end it like this cause you know what’s up
My life is fucked

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:53

Ice Cube - 2 N the Morning

"Yeah this is a story of a famous dog
of a dog that chases it′s tail, will be dizzy"

[Ice Cube]
Met her snake ass at a barbecue bash
She had a lot of ass and a twenty dollar stash
.. of some of that superb ′erb
She said, "I got the chronic, so fuck whatcha heard"
"Ice Cube do you wanna hit this?
This shit is hype, sho′ you right"
Soon as she passed me the J and a lighter
Me and this hoodrat bitch got tighter
Talkin all day on the blanket (so whassup?)
with her ass jacked up, beggin me to spank it
Lookin like a host from the Barbary coast
Nigga don′t wanna get burnt like toast
Whassup wit deez nuts in ya me-outh
Aight everybody.. c′mon we out
Took her to the six dollar hole in the wall
and I like how she′s holdin the balls
Gobble gobble, from the incision
Stuff that bitch and it ain′t Thanksgiving
Didn′t even have to fuck all night long
Take me home, damn it′s on
Jumped out the cover, snatched off the rubber
Met the hoe′s mother - yo whassup?
Got the seven digits and I′m gone′n
that′s the kinda bitch you can call at 2 n the morning

Chorus: Ice Cube

Not just knee deep, she was O.G. deep
when she did the freak with me
Not just knee deep, she was O.G. deep
when she did the freak with me

"Yeah this is a story of a famous dog
of a dog that chases it′s tail, will be dizzy"

[Ice Cube]
I bumped this hoe on the danceflo′
Where you wanna go? She said, "I don′t know"
I thought I had a treat in the passenger seat
Now her ass wanna get somethin to eat
From where? She said, "Denny′s I figure"
I said hell naw cause they don′t like niggaz
Let′s go to my house and order Domino′s
and maybe I can get the bitch out her clothes
Got to the panties, her ass started fightin
and I′m thinkin bout my dog Mike Tyson
Took her ass home, all alone (ring ring)
Whoa-oh, there go the phone
Ay whatcha doin? "Nuthin"
Then what about screwin?
Now I′m fuckin and I′m yawnin (*YAWN*) yup
but thank God for the bitch
that′ll come/cum at 2 n the morning

Chorus

[Ice Cube]
You the kind of girl to eat a dick up raw
and drink a 40 through a straw
And I love ya, cause you′re down to get dug
and your man don′t know you′re gettin fucked by a thug
You a woman that′s true (that′s right)
Doin what the fuck you wanna do
And it′s cool, cause you got a purse full of rubbers
and I′m a friend of your brother′s (yup)
So jump your freaky ass in your Hyundai
I got a room at the Omni
Nothin tricky, no you ain′t picky
Whassup Nikki? Down for a quickie
Get your lil′ dickie and your Mickey and you′re straight
and gotta be at work by 8
Called you last night, you wasn′t home and
damn - it′s half past 2 n the morning

Chorus

"Yeah this is a story of a famous dog
of a dog that chases it′s tail, will be dizzy"

[girl] Hello?
[Cube] Yo whassup this Cube, whatchu doin?
[girl] I′m asleep
[Cube] Asleep? Get yer ass up and come over here
[girl] Want me to drive way over there?
[Cube] Yeah, come on through and shit, y′know, it′s about 2
[girl] Alright, here I come..

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:53

Ice Cube - Cash Over

[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?
Who wanna make, twenty-five eight? Me
Ice Cube the great.. pushin rhymes like weight

Chorus 2X

Never put that hoe, in front of that dough nigga
For what? (Never... fuck a bitch nigga)
For what? She ain′t gon′ love you if you ain′t got no dough fool
(Bitch fuckin with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin?)
Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y′all (Never ass over cash nigga)
Scrilla scrilla y′all (We greedy)

Cha-ching! (She can get some CD′s, push some keys)
Cha-ching! (Ha ha ha, make the bitches shake they tit-ties)
Cha-ching, cha-ching! (Over my knee)
Cha-ching, cha-ching! (Never ass over cash)
Never ass over cash

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:52

Ice Cube - Black Korea

(blends into intro with dialogue from spike lee’s _do the right thing_)

"twenty d energizers."
"twenty, c energizer? "
"d, not c, d."
"b energizer? "
"d motherfucker, d! learn to speak english first, alright? d!"
"how many you say? "
"twenty, motherfucker, twenty."
"honey..."
"mother-fuck you!"

[ice cube]
Everytime I wanna go get a fuckin brew
I gotta go down to the store with the two
Oriental one-penny countin motherfuckers
That make a nigga made enough to cause a little ruckus
Thinkin every brother in the world’s out to take
So they watch every damn move that I make
They hope I don’t pull out a gat and try to rob
They funky little store, but bitch, I got a job
("look you little chinese motherfucker
I ain’t tryin to steal none of yo’ shit, leave me alone!"
"mother-fuck you!")
Yo yo, check it out
So don’t follow me, up and down your market
Or your little chop suey ass’ll be a target
Of the nationwide boycott
Juice with the people, that’s what the boy got
So pay respect to the black fist
Or we’ll burn your store, right down to a crisp
And then we’ll see ya!
Cause you can’t turn the ghetto - into black korea

"i do fuck you!"

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:52

Ice Cube - Gotta Be Insanity

[Ice Cube]
Uhh, gotta get it...uhhh....hmmm....get it, get it

--baby--

(verse one) {:21
Stab thru the neighborhood, these spinin′
Weez winin′, scrap with the John Lennon
Head rests, TV′s in ′em
Best in the nation, on this playstation
The Don Daata, gotta get you hotter
Been a buck naked nigga smokin′ water
On a friday, the get high day
Blowin′ at a hot date, findin′ Shade
Black and bicantay, with ass everwhere, how you do that there?
A sight to behold, break the mold
Just tryin′ to get some before the world explode
I see you tryin′ to get caught
Well shake what your mama gave ya, plus what you bought
We fuck and we fought, we laugh and we cry
Told the truth and we lie

(chorus) {:57
You be good to me, i′ll be good to you
Anything you want, anything you do
I got my eyes on you, and i′m in to you
Give it all I got, and to keep it hot

(verse two) {1:15
Now what a freak like you, doin′ with a fool like me?
Explain it to your family
It′s got to be insanity --because I like what you′re doing to me--
You know you ain′t right standin′ at the light
Think it′s chocolate with that shit too tight
And if I fuck around and get you in the car with me
Motherfuckers would think I had a star with me
Now see the haterism increase
They hate when you got a dime piece
And I got one shotgun, and I might catch a hot one
When i′m lookin′ for love and niggas got none, uhh
If you let me handcuff your wrist
Bonnie and Clyde ain′t got shit on this
Cuz Bonnie and Clyde had to take a risk
But most of my money see it′s all legit --baby--
It′s all about your state of mind
Now what would you do if I handed you a tech nine?
Are you feelin′ me?
Would you stay down like Hillary?
Even if you thought about killin′ me?

(chorus) {2:02
You be good to me, i′ll be good to you
Anything you want, anything you do
I got my eyes on you, and i′m in to you
Give it all I got, and to keep it hot

(verse three) {2:19
Now what a freak like you, doin′ with a fool like me?
Explain it to your family
It′s got to be insanity --because I like what you′re doing to me--
Are you the type of girl that would call them folks
Have your man leave the house in chains and ropes
Don′t need the kind of girl that′ll have me in court
On lawsuits lyin′ about demestic abuse
Have a bitch like Judge Judy cussin′ me out
Garnish my cheques, reposses my lex
Cuz I come from a place in southern Californi
Where hoes rake niggas for tons of alimoni
But fuck the world don′t aks me for shit
Unless you my boo, and i′m fuckin′ you
The rest of these broads ain′t knowin′
That i′m a have you bumpin′ Lauryn, in somethin′ foreign
Come thru blow the horn
Stick your wrists out the window
And wave to your kinfolks
Let ′em know who you with
And to your crazy ass daddy, let him know who to get

(chorus) {3:06
You be good to me, i′ll be good to you
Anything you want, anything you do
I got my eyes on you, and i′m in to you
Give it all I got, and to keep it hot

Now what a freak like you, doin′ with a fool like me?
Explain it to your family
It′s got to be insanity --because I like what you′re doing to me--
{repeat last 3 lines, 4 times

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:52

Ice Cube - Bird in the Hand

FRESH OUTTA SCHOOL CAUES I WAS A HIGH SCHOOL GRAD GOTTA GET A JOB CAUSE I WAS A HIGH SCHOOL DAD WISH
I GOT PAID FOR RAPPING TO THE NATION BUT THATS NOT LIKELY SO HERES MY APPLICATION HAND IT TO THE MAN
AT AT&T CAUSE WHEN I WAS IN SCHOOL I GOT THE AEE BUT THERE IS NO SE FOR THIS YOUNGSTER I DIDN′T
HAVE NO MONEY SO NOW I GOT TO PUNCH CLOCK AND SLAVE AND BE HAPPY CAUSE THE WHITTY SAYA THERE NO ROOM
FOR THE AFRICAN ALWAYS KNEW THAT I WOULDN′T CLOCK G′S WELCOME TO MCDONALDS CAN I TAKE YOUR ORDER
PLEASE GOTTA SERVE YOU FOOD TAHT MIGHT GIVE YOU CANCER CAUSE MY SON DOESN′T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER
NOW I PAY TAXES BUT THEY NEVER GIVE ME BACK WHAT ABOUT DIAPER BOTTLES AND SIMILAC DO I HAVE TO SELL
ME A WHOLE LOTTA OF CRACK PRODUCE IN SHELTER AND CLOTHES ON MY BACK OR SHOULD I JUST WAIT FOR HELP
FROM BUSH OR JESSIE JACKSON AND OPERATION P.U.S.H IF YOU ASK ME THE WHOLE THING NEEDS A DOUCHE OR
MASSINGIL WHAT THE HELL CRACK I′LL SELL IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD TO THE CORNER HOUSE BITCHES MISS
PARKER,LIL JOE, AND TODD BRIDGES OR ANYBODY THAT HE KNOWS SO COP ME A BIRD BETTER KNOWN AS A KILO
NOW EVERYBODY KNOW I WENT FROM PO TO A NIGGA THAT GOT DOUGH SO NOW YOU WANT TO PUT THE FED AGAINST
ME CAUSE I COULDN′T FOLLOW THE PLAN OF THE PRESIDENCY I′LL NEVER GET LOVE AGAIN BUT BLACKS ARE TOO
FUCKING BROKE TO REPUBLICANS NOW I REMEMBER I USE TO BE COOL TILL I STOP FILLING OUT MY W2 NOW
SENATOR ARE GETTING HIGH AND YOU BLACKS IN GHETTOS AT NIGHT CRY SO NOW YOU WANT TO GIVE A PEP TALK
BUT SORRY THIS IS OUR ONLY ROOM TO WALK CAUSE WE DON′T WANT TO DRUG PUSH BUT A BIRD IN THE HAND
BEATS ONE IN THE BUSH

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:51

Ice Cube - I Wanna Kill Sam

The army is the only way out for young, black teenagers.
We′ll provide you housing, we′ll provide you with education,
we′ll provide you with everything you need to provide a life.
We′ll help you to be the best soldier in the U.S. of A."
"′cause we do more before 7 A.M.
than most niggers to their whole life time."
I′m coming, I′m coming, I′m coming, I′m coming.
Verse one:
I wanna kill him, ′cause he tried to play me like a trick,
but you see, I′m the wrong nigga to fuck wit.
I got the A to the motherfucking K, and it′s ready to rip,
(???slot them my banana clip???).
And I′m looking,
is he in Watts, Oakland, Philly or Brooklyn?
It seems like he got the whole country behind him,
so it′s sort of hard to find him.
But when I do, gotta put my gat in his mouth,
punk, seventeen rounds make his brains hang out.
′Cause the shit he did was on comfort,
tried fuck a brother up the Ave like a small whore.
And that shit ain′t fly,
so now I′m setting up the ultimate drive-by.
And when you hear this shit,
it makes the world say damn, I wanna kill Sam.
"momma, some man at the front door"
"uhm hi, I′ve got reasons to believe that someone in this household
has just turned eighteen, am I correct?"
Verse two:
This is why I wanna kill the punk,
′cause he tried to take a motherfucking chunk of the funk.
He came to my house, I let ′em bail in,
′cause he said he was down with the L.M.
He gave up a little death,
then turned around, and pulled out a gat.
I knew it was a caper,
I said: "please don′t kill my mother", so he raped her.
Tied me up, took me outside,
and I was thrown in a big truck.
And it was packed like sardines,
pull of niggers who fell for the same scheme.
Took us to a place and made us work,
all day and we couldn′t have shit to say.
(???) up the families forever,
until this day black folks can′t stick together,
And it′s I, broke us down, made us pray to his God.
And when I think about it,
it makes me say damn, I wanna kill Sam.
Verse three:
Now in ′91, they wanna tax me,
I remember the son of a bitch used to axe me.
And hang me by a (???) till my neck snapped,
now the sneaky motherfucker wants to ban rap.
And put me on the dirt or concrete,
but God can see through a white cheek.
′Cause you′re the devil in drag,
you can burn your cross while I burn your flag.
Try to give me the HIV,
so I can stop making babies like me.
And you′re giving dope to my people Chuck,
just wait till we get over that, huh.
′Cause your ass is grass ′cause I′m a blast,
can′t bury rap, like your buried jazz.
′Cause we stop being whores, stop doing floors,
so bitch you can fight your own wars.
So if you see a man in red, white and blue,
getting chased by The Lench Mob crew.
It′s a man who deserves to buckle,
I wanna kill Sam ′cause he ain′t my motherfucking uncle.

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:51

Ice Cube - In the Late Night Hour

[Ice Cube]
When you see me on ya block, call the police
Let them motherfuckers no here come the beast

Oh, in the late night hour

[Ice Cube]
Straight out of Compton, a crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
And I′m rollin′ with the motherfuckin′ Neptunes
When I′m caught off, I got a sawed-off
A midget bitch that′ll suck a niggas balls off
You too girl if ya fuck with me
I′m gettin′ head in the lane doin′ sixty
About to crash like Teddy Pendergrass
Mama said a hard head make a tender ass
To all the dogs that bark a lot
Who don′t give a fuck if it′s dark or not
We′ll be creepin′ in the parking lot
Motherfuckers don′t know if I can park or not
Cause I circle like vultures, La Costa Nostra
Bumpin′ all the baddest bitches like I′m ′posed to
What′s yo name, what′s yo number and ya culture
You need nuts in yo face like a poster

[Hook]
If you in a club nigga then shit bang
If you on the streets nigga then shit bang
If you on the block nigga then shit bang
And if it′s what ya need boy, do ya thang
If ya in a Range Rov then shit bang
If you in that 600 then shit bang
If you on that Steel Horse then shit bang
But if it′s what ya need boy, let it bang

[Ice Cube]
Fuck the police comin′ straight from the underground
Fuckin′ pig wanna act like he like me now
In 86 same bitch tried to lock me down
And motherfuckers wanna ask why I′m cocky now
To all the bitches that think they bootylicious
I think they nutritious, I think they do dishes
I′m makin′ three wishes or takin′ they pictures
And spendin′ they riches and fuckin′ they bitches
Egomaniac, lil′ homies call me brainiac
Ice Cube′s an asshole and it ain′t a knack
So take a hit of that and remember that
Where my motherfuckin′ niggas and my bitches at
In the late night hour hit the front to back
Check the motherfuckin′ rims on the Cadillac
On the ass attack, can you keep it tight
And if the head right, nigga there every night

[Hook]

[Ice Cube]
This is for my niggas that′s schemin′ for cash
And lookin′ for ass (In the late night hour)
This is for my people that′s countin′ they riches
And pickin′ up bitches (In the late night hour)
This is for my niggas that′s countin′ they cash
And lookin′ for ass (In the late night hour)
This is for my people that′s schemin′ for riches
And pickin′ up bitches (In the late night hour)
So check it and everybody get naked
This might be a nigga last record
But respect it cause I could do it all night playa
I′m all fight playa, you all spite playa
It′s all right playa, a nigga might care
But to catch me you gotta do a light year
Ice Cube insane in the membrane
Baby go ahead please do the damn thang
We gonna get chu′ high nigga
Our rhymes will get chu′ by nigga
Tell me if I qualify nigga
To bail in like SuperFly
I wanna get that, cop that, buy that, drive that
You want it too but don′t know where to start at
Fuckin′ with me, nigga better bring his hard hat
Nigga where ya heart at, leave ya on the tarmac
Where my top at and my nigga Mack
Ridin′ shotgun, with the top gun
Don′t catch a hot one soon as he spot one
Westside Connection is a doctrine
This ain′t another club song
Or love song that y′all can fuck on
So get the fuck on
A nigga rich can′t believe the bullshit that I′m stuck on

[Hook]

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:50

Ice Cube - Who Got The Camera

Verse 1

Drivin down the motherfuckin highway
the flyway hey bitch you goin my way?
Now I got a passenger
I look at the miniskirt now I′m askin her
Would you like to hit the fat bud
or perhaps should I run your name through the mud
I mean are you giving up the nappy dugout?
She said no well then get the fuck out
Cause I know where the hoes be feinin′
plus your fat ass got my six deuce leanin′
Bust a U on the avenue
why oh why there ain′t shit to do
But then sir jinx played his mix
and you thought that shit played out in eighty six
Lookin for my dogs
looked up in the mirror being followed by the hogs
One time′s on my motherfuckin line
why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me
They must thind I′m a gee
they both walk up with the g. l. o. c.
(Freeze! There was a robbery and the nigger looked just like you. Now
get out of the car with your hands up and legs spread.)
Started they investigation
no driver′s liscence no registration
When I stepped out the car they slammed me
goddamn ya′ll who got the camera?

Chorus
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit
who got the camera?
(x2)

Verse 2:

No lights no camera no action
and the pigs wouldn′t believe that my slave name was Jackson
He said don′t lie to me
I′m lookin for John, Matt, or Spike Lee
The motherfucker called for back up
I guess they planned to beat the mack up
He called me a silly ass thug
and pulled out his billy ass club
Tearin up my coupe lookin for the chronic
goddamn nobody got a panasonic
Found an empty can of old gold
came around and put my ass in a choke hold
Fucked around and broke my pager
then they hit a nigga with the tazer
the motherfucking pigs were tryin to hurt me
I fell to the floor and yelled lord have mercy
Then they hit me in the face ya′ll
but to them it ain′t nuttin but (a friendly game of base ball)
Crowd stood around I said goddamn ya
Who got the camera

Repeat Chorus

Verse 3

I knew when I saw that deputy smirkin′
that they were gonna put some work in
Mr. law had to hit me in the jaw
cause I called them faggots with guns and badges
They played rat-a-tat-tat on me head
but if I had the gatty-gat-gat they′d be dead
A victim of a big fat 187
and little devils don′t go to heaven
Last night there were eleven but they were′nt scarin me
so they tried the flashlight therapy
I looked at the black one and called him a traitor
I don′t give a fuck if you got a beta
Just take my fuckin picture
so I can go downtown and bitch and pitch ya (?)
The one that called me a spook
his name is officer David Duke
If the crowd weren′t around they would′ve shot me
tried to play me out like my name was rodney
Fuckin police gettin badder
but if I had a camera the shit wouldn′t matter
(bitch), uh who got my nine, who got my nine
Ya′ll done did it this time, uh
who the fuck got my nine

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:50

Ice Cube - Can You Bounce

Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little

[Ice Cube]
Baby baby can you bouce to this (bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (bounce)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this

(verse one) {:20
I hear you bragin ′bout the money you foldin′
Same nigga that be kissin′ my colon
When you picture me rollin′
Nigga picture me holdin′, pure heat like Nolan
They call me Poppa Doctor
See your bitch and i knock her
I collect them like Pokemon
>From Nokishan, accept the ones with no behind
You can keep ′em, keep ′em from creepin′ where i′m sleepin′
Same bitch and same club every weekend
Same drink, same dress, brainless
What would you do if i handed you a stainless
Can′t fuck with a girl that′s gameless
Would you tell the po-po′s what my name is

Baby baby can you bouce to this (baby bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (smoke an ounce)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this (yeah yeah)

--Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little-- {repeat

(verse two) {1:12
Don′t stop get it get it
I′m not the kind to get jiggy with it
I′m the kind to get niggy with it
I′m a show you what it′s all about, trick!
Shake yo′ ass till your curls fall out, bitch!
Don′t pretend you can live without, dick!
Come with me ain′t no doubt that i′m, rich!
Whatchoo goan do in the early ′morn
When the lights come on, and your drink is gone
Do you think you grown
Think we convone (?)
It′s a party at my house i got drinks at home
Get to undressin′, pull out the lethal weapon
Look you in the eye and i aks you one question

Baby baby can you bouce to this (bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (what choo smokin′ on?)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this

--Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little-- {repeat

(Jay-Z sample)
---"Bounce, bitch, bounce wit me wit me...can ya"---{repeat

(verse three) {2:15
Who that nigga that be in the club every week
Who that cheep mutherfucker won′t buy you a drink
Who that bitch dressed like a freak but she won′t speak
Who that hoe think she is, like her shit don′t stink
Who that player on the floor, sweatin′ in all silk
Who that girl showin′ tits, like she got milk
Who that hater in the corner, always on tilt
Who that fool in the parking lot about to get killed (yeah)

Baby baby can you bouce to this (can you bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (blaze one)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this
(if you down with this)
Baby baby can you bouce to this (huh)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (dogg best C.G.(?)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this

--Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little-- {repeat

yeah, Ice Cube (bounce it, bounce it...)

(Jay-Z sample)
---"Bounce, bitch, bounce wit me wit me...can ya"---{repeat

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:50

Ice Cube - Supreme Hustle

{interigation intro...

[Ice Cube] {:46
Don Dadaa, uhh, uhh, yeah
You can′t see me, but you can feel me
You can feel me, you can feel me

It′s the world, famous, supreme team show, supreme team show...{x2
uhh, look at me

(verse one) {1:09
I be the one that you love to hate
I be the one that′s from out of state
I be the one with the nickle plate
I be the one with the mean face
I be the one with the bad taste
I be the one that you worry ′bout
I be the one that make ya hurry out
I be the one that make your mama shout
I be the one that′s the cleanest (fo′ sho′)
I be the one with the niggas and guns that′s the meanest (let ′em know)

(chorus) {1:32
Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (whatcha call it?)
Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (yeah yeah)

(verse two) {1:43
You be the one that we laugh at (ha ha)
You be the one that can′t have that (uh uhn)
You be the one to get your ass cracked (crack!)
You be the one that′s takin′ live rounds
You be the one thats got to run from them bloodhounds
You be the one with the eight babies
My seven ladies, still dressin′ like the eighties
You be the one that just checked in emergency
You be the one thats a die, in need of surgery

(chorus) {2:06
Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (ready)
Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle

It′s the world, famous, supreme team show, supreme team show...{x2

(verse three) {2:28
We be the ones that your woman love
We be the ones that your fellas hug
We be the ones that you jellous of
We be the ones with the big guns
We be the ones with the six-uns
You should get one
We be the ones with the dirty spirits
We be the ones with them bomb ass dirty lyrics
We be the ones that your kids like
We be the ones that make you beat your wife
And hate your life (tell ′em)

(chorus) {2:51
Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (yeah yeah)
Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (brrrrmph)

Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (uh huh)
Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (automatic)

uh huh, yep, uh huh, yep

It′s the world, famous, supreme team show, supreme team show...{x2

(outro) {3:35
You got to hustle a dot, no lie to all my people that′s down to survive
Gone and ride
Hustle a dot, no lie, to all my people that′s down to survive
Gone and ride
Hustle a dot, no lie, to all my people that′s down to survive
Gone and ride
Hustle a dot, no lie, to all my people that′s down to survive
Gone and ride

Get ya ride on (gone and ride)
Hustle mang hustle mang (gone and ride)
It′s automatic
Ice Cube; incredible, yeah
I′m on the grind all the time
Hustle mang, hustle mang, hustle mang

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:49

Ice Cube - Back From Hell

[ INTRO: Chuck D ]
Yo
Once again
From the dephts of hell
Run-D.M.C.
Yo, Jam-Master J-J-Jay in the house
And y′all take this

[ *Jam-Master Jay cuts up* ]
(From the dephts of hell)
(Heaven is cool, in hell you burn)
(I cut the head of the devil and I throw it at you)
(Heaven is cool, in hell you burn)
(On a lower level where the devils dwell
Comin from the one..) (where they at?) (..comin back from hell)

[ VERSE 1: Run ]
I′m comin back from hell, a jail cell tells no tales
The walls, the floors, the blinds, it never fails
To catch a little butt from a inmate′s head
So sorry for you sucker, see ya, sissy, you′re dead
Another rolled-over casket, tisket, a tasket
This ain′t no thanks to the pussy-ass bastard
Easy for another man to laugh at his face
Like I said, his head to bed, another dead inmate
Raw to the bone and killed him for the phone
Mommy′s only son, but left his mama alone
The last words he heard "Your time is up", the result
Caught back around, his naked face cut to a pulp
Never knew he′d go to jail doin murder and he fell
(Reporting live from Rikers Island) and comin back from hell

(From the dephts of hell)
(Back) (back) (from hell)
(Back from hell)
(Back) (from hell)
(Back) (back) (from hell)
(Back) (back) (back from hell)
(Yeah)
(Back) (back) (back)..

[ VERSE 2: Ice Cube ]
Back from hell
But I still smell the same old shit
From the lower level
Ice Cube′ll beat the shit out the devil
Nothin changed, still down with the P.E., son
But now I′m raising hell with Run
Nearly gettin done from the sawed off shotgun
Pressin they luck, didn′

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:49

Ice Cube - When I Get To Heaven

Verse One:

Listen to the preacherman
But are you talkin′ to me
I can′t hear you with a mouth full of pig′s feet
If I should need the swine flesh
Your body is a mess, but you′re blessed
With a father, son, spirit and the holy ghost
But my whole neigborhood is comatose
Lookin′ for survival
The devil made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin′ our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch ′em burn in a fire
See I′m a g, that′s why I ain′t in your choir
Cause I see, cause I know
The church ain′t nothin′ but a fashion show
Get the devil to a 187
And they won′t call me a nigga when I get to heaven

Verse Two:

You′re waitin′ for the devil to come from the ground
Clown, take a look around
Just look at the cross that the priest is holdin′
A beast in sheep′s clothing
But I′m rollin′ with that knowledge of self
Cause heaven ain′t just wealth
So mister preacher, if I couldn′t pay my tithe
Do I have to wait outside?
White man, please take another look
Cause we couldn′t be readin′ out of the same book
Cause youse a crook and I′m a brother
King James had sex with his mother
Is that your edition? Is that your religion?
Black man, you gotta make a desicion
Cause God is comin′ on day number seven
And he won′t call me a nigga when I get to heaven

Verse Three:

The same white man that threw me in the slammer
He bombed the church in Alabama
So if I cock the hammer, God won′t mind
If I have to kill the human swine
Cause God is a killer from the start
Why you think Noah had to build his ark
And God is a man from his feet to his hair
That′s why you say ′amen′ after each and every prayer
I just stare at the church man
Spendin′ more money on the church band
But Elijah′s got a plan
Got the white man screamin′: ′Damn that Farrakhan!′
Cause one day these babies are uprise
Much more than bowties and bean pies
Kickin′ knowledge at 7-11
And they won′t call me a nigga when I get to heaven

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:43:45