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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 |
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Yeah! Word is bond! Das EFX in this yaknowhatI'msayin Straight from the sewer word is bond! Yeah! Yah! Ah yeah! We doin this with my nigga Where my nigga? Ice Cube in the motherfucker Word is bond! (Yeah!) Verse One: Ice Cube You better check yo self before you wreck yo self Cos I'm bad for your health I come real stealth Droppin bombs on ya moms fuck car alarms Doin foul crime, I'm that nigga wit'cha Alpine Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got the indo No I'm not a sucker, sittin in a House of Pain And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya (Uh!) Headbutt ya, you say you can't touch this And I wouldn't touch ya, in fact motherfuck ya Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough but don't call me DoughBoy This ain't no fuckin motion picture A guy or bitch-a, I'll get wit'cha And hit ya, takin that yack to the neck So you better run a check Chorus One: Das EFX and Ice Cube [Das] So come on and chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self Chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self Yeah, come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self [Ice] Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health Hook: Das EFX Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!) *repeat 2X* Verse Two: Ice Cube Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade That's kinda trifle, caise that's a knife-o AK-47, assault rifle Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow I gotta new style, "WATCH OUT NOW!" I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank But steady talkin shit in the holding tank First you wanna step to me Now your ass screamin for the deputy They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row Now they runnin up in ya slow You're gone, used to be the Don Juan (Check that shit out!) Now your name is just Twan Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck You better run a check Chorus Two: Das EFX and Ice Cube [Das] So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self [Ice] Cause big dicks up yo ass is bad for yo health Hook Verse Three: Ice Cube If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate You coulda had a V8 Instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium (POOOOOW!) I got six and I'm aimin em Will I shoot or keep you guessin Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin Bitch, get off the wood, you're no good There goes the neighbourhood hooker (Slut!) Go ahead and keep your drawers Givin up the claps and who needs applause At a time like this, pop the coochie and ya dead The bitch is a Miami Hurricane hit Sprung, niggaz call her 'Lips and Lungs' Nappy dugout, get the fuck out Cause women like you gets no respect Bitch, you better run a check Chorus Three: Das EFX and Ice Cube [Das] So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self [Ice] Cause bitches like you is bad for my health Hook Chorus Three Hook 3X |
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| 4:47 |
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Dj Clark Kent: What you think gon' happen if I get Ice Cube
to do a joint with the wildest dog on the East Coast? Man they don't know. Heavyweight Def Jam Clark World Cube: Once again it's on the muthafuckin' psycho Ice Cube the Don Mega with my nigga DMX huh A diamond in the rough punk, he gon' stay in the rough East meets West it's goin' down Yeah we be clubbin' we be clubbin' we be clubbin' we be clubbin' we be clubbin' I'm in the city bitch we clubbin' I'm treated like the Presidential motorcade takin' out the residential global persperation freaky gyrations close to fornication Numbers get passed when asked information intoxication faded inebriated Designated driver liver than MacGyver blockin' freaks in all of 'em tens stallions get them to pile in Sittin' on 'Lacs bitch we write raps Backdo' access you gettin' jealous standin' all in line with designer umbrellas Bad fellas runnin' with the Eastside Connection any kind of club with a star check they weapons Who wanna sex DMX get naked fuckin' to security show us the exit Chorus: Heavy hitters countin' figures We be Clubbin' Mixin' blunts and heavy liquors We be Clubbin' For all my live ass niggas We be clubbin' Fuckin' all them gold diggers We be clubbin' Kent: DMX Ruff Riders DMX: Grrr grrr All I do is import to export transport to West port a nigga still breathin' today 'cause the vest caught them slugs you sprayed at me now get at me if you want more Put a fuckin' hole up in yo' back -ac |
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| 4. |
| 3:40 |
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*Get numbers, get names Thick dames
Headhunters get brains Big thangs Give niggas shitstains The shit, man And don't you forget, man. We be The best of CG Greedy Abduct the PD See me? Nigga, not in 3D. Be me? Hah, it's not easy. I'm breezy And off the Heezy Me and my woman's like George & Wheezy Movin' on up, niggas use to tease me See me on top It makes you queasy. Sick with it Bitch, I'm Bruce Lee Seduce me You're nice and juicy In the parking lot, I gots to get mine Why the fuck we goin' in when there's bitches in line? I spend my time watchin' bitches' behinds Thinkin' bad shit in the back of my mind I bump and grind with nothing less than a dime Making movie money, you still investin' in rhymes. **And I'm in this bitch With a hundred dollar bill, y'all About to spend this bitch I'm in this bitch I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all About to spend this bitch I'm in this bitch Who got a hundred dollar bill, y'all? About to spend this bitch I'm in this bitch I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all About to spend this bitch. I'm in here Got all you freaks lookin' When we walk by, pussy start cookin' Rookies start tookin' Get your ass up, V.I.P. section's gettin' tooken Might dance, might not might spend enough Cool as hell, but still pipin' hot Soon as I find a spot All my people gather 'round The nigga with the shiny watch--me Ice Cube, motherfucker Next to me, you a test tube motherfucker We kinda rude, motherfucker Get too close and bucka! Bucka! Bucka! Don't want no problems, y'all Fuck around, I'll pull out the problem-solv' and watch E pills dissolve nine times out of ten, you hoes involved. **Repeat *Repeat Security pat downs I'm a star, motherfucker I been put' the gat down I been put' the mack down But check the people that I'm with 'Cause they'll lay you flat down And they'll do it right now Yeah, you scared of the phone numbers that a nigga might dial Club-hop, car shows, picnics Big cars, big jewels, big dicks Rush doors Or gotta hop the fence Blow this door Gotta blow my rent Gotta show my ass, then go repent Gotta call in sick And tell 'em where I went. **Repeat |
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| 3:41 |
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Once upon a time in the projects yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho I knocked on the door "Who is it?" It's Ice Cube come to pay a little visit to ya And what's up with the niggers in the parking lot She said fuck em cause they get sparked alot I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable and then I put my Nikes on the coffee table Her brother walked in he's into gangbangin cause he walked up and said "what set you claimin" I don't bang I write the good rhymes The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times I hate to feel bad but I'm in a rut by a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth and fired up the sess it was sess no doubt She said please excuse my house and all that I said yeah cause I was buzzed from the contact Lookin at a fucked up black and white her mom's bitchin cause the county check wasn't right She had another brother that was three years old and had a bad case of the runny nose He asked me who I was then I had to pause It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers I saw her sister that needs get her ass kicked only thirteen and already pregnant I grabbed the forty out the bag and took a swig cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids They were runnin and playin and cursin and yellin and tellin and look at this young punk bailin I heard a knock on the door without the password and her mom's got the 12 guage Mossberg The nigga said "yo, what's for sale" and the bitch came out with a bag of ya-yo She made the drop and got the 20 dollars from a smoked out fool with ring around the collar The girl I was waiting for came out I said BITCH I DIDN'T KNOW THIS WAS A CRACK HOUSE I got my coat and SUDDENLY ... (police breaking into house annoucing themselves) The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed to my dome and I said to myself once again it's on He threw me on the carpet no slap jumped back stomped on my head and put his knee in my back First he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up I said FUCK how much abuse can a nigga take Hey yo officer you're making a big mistake Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case He said get out my face I musta had a grudge His reply tell that bullshit to the judge The girl I was with wasn't sayin nothin I said AIYYO BITCH you better tell em SOMETHIN She started draggin and all of a sudden we all got tossed in the patty wagon Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point I had a warrant so I spent 2 weeks in the joint Now the story you heard has one little object DON'T FUCK WITH A BITCH FROM THE PROJECTS! |
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| 6. |
| 3:27 |
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[Ice Cube:]
Tha world is mine nigga get back Dont fuck with my stack the gage is racked About to drop the bomb Iam tha motherfuckin don Big fish in a small pond Now tha feds wanna throw the book at the crook But I shook they worm and they hook Guppies hold they breath they wanna miss me When Iam tipsey Runnin everything WEST of the Mississippi Its the unseen pullin strings wit my pinky ring We got your woman so pucker up FO we fuck her up Bow down before I make a phone call Got 25 niggaz runnin up on ya'll Fo the cheese we want them keys Everybody freeze on ya knees butt naked please Before any of you guppies get heart Nigga rewind my part and....(Bow Down) [Mack 10:] I take ten steps and I draw Now who's dissin the mad ass Inglewood Addition I bust like a pimple my mind is illmental The Westside connects with me and south central And a drag from tha zig zag cant fuck with the Philly's Holdin down tha wild west like a kid they call Billy Once again it's Mack 10 the gold crown holda Strong as a Coca-Cola with a crome pistola Now who wanna fuss so I can buss when I cuss My look bring you fear with gear deom the Surplus Since a teen I chased tha green the crack scene king- Lolos Cornishes and Bagguetts on my peices So reconize these real G's take the cheese The WESTSIDE CONNECTION keep it rollin like gold D's Three Wheelin and Dealin is like tha California style But in tha mean while in my town you got to BOW [Hook:] Bow Down when you come to my town Bow down when we west-ward bound cuz We aint no haters like you Bow Down to some nigga's that's greater than You [W.C.:] Well it's that chuck wearin still sportin a Beanie the shadiest Nigga in the click who want to see me as I slide My locs on let My khakis hang WESTSIDE CONNECT gang bing bing Bang run away run Away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double O to D to the S.T.A fuck hidin it iam gang related simple and Plain which Means I culd give a fuck about you nigga's in The rap game Flashy nigga's get stuck up beat the fuck up when You come around Keep your chain tucked from this zero zero's Affiliated fuck a Studio lyricist I'm real with this talk the talk Walk the walk Dis me on WAX and Iam tryin to saw your whole fuckin Head off Nigga I'm platium bond so bitch shut up punk all yahh Could kiss my converse like sh'o nuff.... [Hook] [Ice Cube - Spoken:] (Yea lemme tell you sumthin) (gangsta's make the world go round) (you aint gotta clown) (But if you livin on tha WEST SIDE of yo town) (Make them other fool's BOW DOWN) |
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| 3:52 |
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Ice Cube-
Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes -Hello- Dr. Dre- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? -Hello- MC Ren- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? -Hello- Ice Cube- The motherfuckin' world is a ghetto Full of magazines full clips and heavy metal When the smoke settle, i'm just lookin' for a big yellow And six inch stelletows Dr. Dre --hello-- perculatin' keep 'em waitin' While you sittin' here hatin', your bitch is hyperventillatin' Hopin' that we pentratin', you gets natin' cuz i never been to satan The hardcore administratin' gang bang affiliatin' MC Ren will have you wildin' off a zone and a whole half a gallon --Get the dollar--- 9 1 1 emergency --And you can tell 'em-- It's my son he's hurtin' me --And he's a felon-- On parole for robbery, ain't no copin' a plea, ain't no stopin' a G I'm in the six you got to hop in the three, company monopoly You handle shit slopilly I drop a key properly They call me the Don Daada, pop a colla, drop a dolla if you hear me You can hollar even rock wilders, folla, the impala Wanna talk about this concrete nigga im a scholar the incredible Hetero-sexual, credible, beg a hoe, let it go, dick ain't edible Nigga ain't federal, i plan shit while you hand pick motherfuckers Givin' up transcripts Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes -Hello- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? -Hello- Dr. Dre- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? MC Ren- Villain blows up your spot Take your notebook your bitch and your glock This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock You slaped her ass that's alarming, cuz she want my worm like Common We chin check niggas, them thin check niggas run trains on goldiggers Beware these four niggas, scare motherfuckers like Steven King flicks Makin' niggas clear the room like a dike flea a dick Make executive none shit, nigga like quick So when i bomb first nigga who you rollin' with? Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck your fine ass bitch Cuz you could loose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle Watch niggas kiss my ass without flexin' a muscle, bitches All in the back they knees waitin' to buckle Same time same channel don't change the dial Niggas for life, fuckin' your wife these niggas wild --Hello-- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? --Hello-- Ice Cube- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? --Hello-- Dr. Dre- Did i fall off? Got you in your room rippin' every chronic poster on your wall off Just cuz i put away the sawed off Now i got you sitin' back with a smirk listenin' with your arms crossed Questioning Dre's credibility --What?-- Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits, y'all be killin' me As if I need to make mo' I got a mansion and six cars that are paid fo', suck my dick --Hello-- We came a long way from not giving a fuck Sellin' tapes out of a trunk to movin' this far up Now we got the whole world starstruck, Made a million plus and still don't give a motherfuck Motherfucker i'm Dre, I don't need your respect I don't need to make another album bitch I ain't gotta do shit I do it because I want to not to stay in the game Fuck the fame, i'm still stayin' the same lil' bitch! --Hello-- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? --Hello-- MC Ren- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? --Hello-- Ice Cube- Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes -Hello-- Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes |
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Yeah yeah
Get your ass and hurra Uh Ice Cube baby Ninety nine baby I'm on the grind baby All the time baby Show me something You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it Tic tic boom Hear me banging down these back streets Bumpin Blackstreet fiending like an athlete Life ain't a track meet no It's a marathon Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on We be clubbing till the day we die Nigga ask the bartender if you think we lie But if you think we high nigga think again Cause when it's sink or swim You got to think to win And if I drink this here Everybody will know it Cause I ain't going for it So pray to the Lord that I don't pull out Cuss out and bust out Go to nigga raveling Make the clip traveling uh You can try to smoke an ounce to this While I pronounce this shit Baby bounce them tits Mama move them hips Baby shake them cheeks I got dick for days You got ass for weeks yeah yeah Don't stop get it get it That's real Don't stop nigga hit it I will I'm gon do it gon do it Gon do it do it do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones The thug ones relatives and my cousins And I got em by the dozen When they buzzin quick to say fuck your husband This is for my niggas locked away Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date But when we hit checkmate with Ice Cube the great As soon as I get a word we can rush the safe Fuck them license plates because life is great It don't matter if you're rich and your folks ain't straight I'm still coming with that underground gangsta shit No matter how many niggas say we ain't the shit Don't stop get it get it That's real Don't stop nigga hit it I will I'm gon do it gon do it Gon do it do it do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it I do hard core rhyming hard time grinding With will I pimp hoes Other niggas wine and dine them Gotta love this pup shit Passing the mud shit Pockets on flood shit OG lyrical blood shit I don't rent I buy shit Niggas jealous of my shit You unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit While you're rooting and recruiting Nigga 68 whooping I was in the hood shooting cause I had the wife whooping I come from padres gold in oversized jars I past up strife and got star awards No time for playa hating Mack paper chasing Came out the substation to the hip hop nation The mo hits the mo bigga with illegal weight figga Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga Bust the first asshole to show I can hit it I keep pushing don't quit it Don't stop till I get it Don't stop get it get it That's real Don't stop nigga hit it I will I'm gon do it gon do it Gon do it do it do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Don't stop get it get it That's real Don't stop nigga hit it I will I'm gon do it gon do it Gon do it do it do it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your ass into it We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication Yeah uh huh Ice Cube Westside Connection Know how we do We puttin it down constantly constantly Get your ass up and hurra |
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| 3:53 |
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[Ice Cube]
Yeah... yeah! Fool you know how we do it West Side Comin from the West Side Nothin but the West Side Ain't nuttin goin on but the bomb ass rap song Hittin all night long Just like me on the black and white ivory Gettin six on artillery you don't want to see a G Break yo' ass like dishes Buster ass tricks sleep with the fishes Runnin from Lennox up at Venice They wanna have me in stripes, like Dennis the Menace But that ain't poppin, ain't no stoppin Fo'-hoppin, ass droppin, Coupe DeVille My truth can, ill - fool I got skills So, back on up 'fore I check that chin Down as fuck and I'm full off Henn' You gets no love and I thought you knew it Fool, you know how we do it Comin from the West Side West Side, comin from the West Side [Ice Cube] Chillin with the homies, smellin the bud Double parked and I'm talkin to Dub about who got a plan, who got a plot whom got got, and who got shot Cause everybody knows that he got the info Crazy Toones hangin out the window Fool I got them bomb-ass tapes Da Lench Mob, _Planet of the Apes_ I'm down with Eiht, and _Watts Up_ Kam is solo, they got nuts When Ice Cube write a sentence I want "The Bomb," just like George Clinton S-K-D is down to catch a body Put on _Knee Deep_, we'll turn out your party You gets no love and I thought you knew it Fool, you know how we do it You know how we do it [Ice Cube] Jack B. Nimble, and Jack B. Quick if you wanna jack me on a lick, cause I'm that fool from South Central You think you stuck yourself, with a number 2 pencil That's how I poke hot lead in yo' ass With "Mo' Bounce to the Ounce" in the dash Mash up, Ve-nice, headed for the West Everything is great, slow down for the dip On a 100 and 8th and keep mashin Don't drink and drive to keep the fo' from crashin Stashin a glock and I thought you knew it You know how we do it Comin from the West Side, West Side Nuttin but a West Side It's hittin on the West Side Fool, you know how we do it |
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| 4:20 |
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[Break me]
[Shit..] [Yo..] Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God I don't know but today seems kinda odd No barking from the dogs no smog And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog I got my grub on but didn't pig out Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out Hooked it up on later as I hit the do' Thinking will i live another twenty fo' I gotta go cause I got me a drop top And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop Had to stop at a red light Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight And everything is alright I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all Which court, are y'all playin basketball? Get me on the court and I'm trouble Last week fucked around and got a triple double Freaking brothers everyway like M.J. I can't believe, today was a good day Drove to the pad and hit the showers Didn't even get no static from the cowards Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me Saw the police and they rolled right past me No flexin, didn't even look in a niggaz direction as I ran the intersection Went to $hort Dog's house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps What's the haps on the craps Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven Seven even back do' Joe I picked up the cash flow Then we played bones, and I'm yellin domino and now i am yelling dominoes Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A. Today was a good day Left my niggaz house paid Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade It's ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic The Lakers beat the Supersonics I felt on the big fat fanny Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny And my dick runs deep so deep so deep put her ass to sleep Woke her up around one she didn't hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun Drove her to the pad and I'm coasting Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion I was glad everything had worked out Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out Today was like one of those fly dreams Didn't even see a berry flashing those high beams No helicopter looking for a murder Two in the morning got the fat burger Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp And it read Ice Cube's a pimp Drunk as hell but no throwing up Half way home and my pager still blowing up Today I didn't even have to use my A.K. I got to say it was a good day. Hey wait, wait a minute fool Stop the shit What the fuck am I thinking about? |
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| 4:47 |
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So wide you can't get around it So low you can't get under it So high you can't get over it Can't get over it Ready or not here we come Getting down for the one which we believe in [Ice Cube] Nineteen ninety three much more biiieeeiii ounce Ice Cube comin with the half ounce Not just knee deep jeep fulla smog Atomic dog Like your behind heard it through the grapevine How much longer will you be mine? And I'ma tell ya, I don't like drama So do I have to put my handcuffs on your mama? Cuz nothin but did her damn boogie with my crew But I'd rather be with you, boo And make you say humdrum, tweedledee dum Humdrum don't succumb when I'm done, fuckin hicks One nation under a groove gettin down for the funk of it Tear the roof of this mother like we did last night son And hit you with the bop gun [George Clinton] Here's my chance to dance my way Out of my constriction Gonna be freakin up and down Hang up really late The groove I only got Wish you all be moved Ready or not, here we come Gettin down for the one which we believe in [Hook:] One nation under a groove Gettin down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now [Ice Cube] If you hear any noise, it's just me and the boys Playin with our toys M-1, cuz everybody's gotta have fun Under the sun, under the sun So rough, so tough when I get down The disco fiend with the monster sound I wants to get (whistle) when I'm chillin The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill-in You let her funk me cuz my funk is the best Comin from the west Kickin them hits We occupied, dedicated to the preservation motion of hips Hittin them dips, cd skips but I'm straight As I bounce, rock, skate Now I'll toast to that If it's rough, make the girls say "Do that stuff! Aw do that stuff!" But ya got to be, you got to be a freak of the week For the top gun, hit you with the bop gun [Hook] X 2 [Ice Cube] Do not attempt to adjust your radio There ain't nothin wrong, so hit the bong Waitin on the double dutch bus for a ride As the buffalo girl go round the outside Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip Got Daytons on the mothership And you can ring my bell if you need me to pass The doja on the left hand side for the sale Cuz nobody knows where the nose goes When the (..?..) dog child got the Lookin for the theme from the Black Hole Now I'll big bang you with my black pole A flashlight, red light, we don't like cops on the bike Just made bail tonight So whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna have some fun with the bop gun [George Clinton] Ready or not, here we come Getting down for the one which we believe in [Hook] X 2 |
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In any country prison is where society sends it's failures But in this country society itself is failing. Verse One: Today how you like me now I'm in the mix? It's 1986 and I got the fix with the chicken and a quota Got the baking soda let the water boil workers all loyal Dropped out the twelveth Cuz my wealth is shorter than a midget on his knees Now I slang keys Infest my hood with crack, cuz I'm the mack Take a nation of millions to hold me back Too big for my britches, and I got bitches Now I'm hittin' switches, niggas want my riches Used to get 18 when my G was alive, now a key is 13-5 '89s the number, another summer Police ain't get no dumber Streets dried up, used to think it would last But being a king-pin is a thing of the past They tried to blast me for selling a boulder Now I got my ass in Minnesota Got my own crew, it's on brand new Damn, what can I do? Today... Verse Two: Already done stack me half a mill ticket Bought a house next to Prince, so now I can kick it Now I got ends, wavin' to my friends, rollin' in my Benz Goin' to see the Twins, play at the dome Police are tappin' my mobile phone I'm almost home Gettin' excited, indited, spent a grip and a year tryin' to fight it Lawyer got paid, plea, no contest And everything I own got repossessed Now take a look at the dust And I'm happy cuz I only got 36 months Never picked up a book But my arms are 16 inches, niggas look Can't wait for '92 so I can get with my crew And see, what can I do? Today... Verse Three: Phucked up in the pen, now it's ninety-fo Back in LA, and I'm bailin' in the dough Everybody, now I gotta start from scratch So where to work at, and niggas smirk at Me say ain't nuttin' poppin from here to the LB What you tell me? No it ain't crack, and everybody's jackin' for a coupe Cuz, they sent in the troops Even tho I got muscle, that ain't my hustle Takin' niggas sh*t in a tussle No skills to pay the bills Takin' 'bout education to battle inflashion No college degree, just a dumb ass G (Yeah you Nigga, who me?) I got a baby on the way, damn it's a mess Have you ever been convicted of a felony? Yes Took some advice from my Uncle Fester All dressed up in polyester Welcome to McDonalds may I please help you? sh*t, what can I do? Today... Outro: The white man has broke every law known to man to establish AmeriKKKa. But he'll put you in the state penitentary, he'll put you in the federal penitentary for breaking these same laws. Now we gonna look and see if this muthaphucker is guilty for the laws he'll put you in jail for : Drug using, drug selling, armed robbery, strong armed robbery, grand larceny, rape, racketering, conspiracy to commit murder, extortion, aggravated assault, mayhem, sodomy of the black man, trespassing, embezzelment, purgery, kidnapping, smuggling, grand theft, brandishing a firearm, carrying a conceled weapon, breaking and entering, and premeditated cold-blooded murder. Guilty on every charge. |
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This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis Thank you 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") 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 |
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(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 left, I moved felon, 'Whattup loc?' Don't you know that niggaz get smoked That take they life for a joke, get in nigga I take you to the pad zoom Went to mom's house and dropped a load in the bathroom Jumped back in my low rider Comin out feelin about ten pounds lighter Went to Bone's house so I can get the gat Looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at Lench Mob ain't nuttin but tramps But hoes lickin us like stamps One fool brought the music for the yams But Ice Cube had more amps, get in bitch Cause I had the jam on And I don't want to hear shit about a tampon Give me the nappy and make me happy The hoe said 'Pappy could you slap me on the ass hard and fast and could please try not to leave a gash?' I said yeah, but I don't play sex When I'm putting on the latex Slipped on the condom Fucked around and dropped the bomb son And it came out sort of like confetti In for the night, no longer steady mobbin |
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Intro:
Wait a minute hold on get your ass up Whassup nigga? Get over there... shit Ya lil punk ass nigga C'mere c'mere c'mere boy God damnit you stop that shit now Take him to jail and get him the hell from in front of this house Now wait a minute wait a minute hey man Whassup? Wait a minute? There are police go! Verse One: Give me that beat fool it's a full time jack move Chilly Chill, yo homie mack the track move And I'll jack any Tom, Dick and Hank That's the name of the SUCKERS I done ganked I get away from a copper Drop a dime, I'll break you off somethin proper With the L-E-N-C-H-M-O-B T-Bone and that's J.D. And here's how we'll greet ya Stop fool, come off that beat ya feel dumb cause you're caught in the dark (ya lil nuttin ass mark) Raise up, cause you cant' have it back You said - "I ain't never got gaffled like that" Off the end of the gat you choke Short Dog's in the house - "Whattup loc?" Nuttin but a come up Gimme that bass, and don't try to run up Cause you'll get banked somethin sweet Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin for beats Verse Two: Huh, and even if you're down with my crew *Yo Chuck man, i dodn't understand this man You got to slow down* I jack them too And then we'll freak it Kick that bass, and look what we did Fade the grade, played, and made a few mil and I keep stealin Ice Cube'll make it funky But right about now - *let's get up in the hump* But I don't party and shake my butt I leave that to the brothers with the funny haircurs And it'll drive you nuts Steal your beat, and give it that gangsta touch Like jackin at night Say hi to the three fifty-seven I'm packin And it sounds so sweet Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin for beats Verse Three: Ice Cube, will take a funky beat and reshape it Locate a dope break, and then I break it And give it that gangsta lean Dead in your face as I turn up the bass I make punk suckers run and duck because I don't try to hide cause you know that I love to jack a fool for his beat and then I'm Audi So when I come to your town don't crowd me Cause I know, you're gonna wanna kick it with me But I know, none of y'all can get with me So you think you're protected Well you are til you put a funky beat on a record Then I have to show and prove and use your groove Cause suckers can't fade the Cube And if I jack you and you keep comin I'll have you marks a 100 Miles and Running! *stop stop stop stop stop! sa-prize, niggaz* |
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That's why I'm sick of gettin treated like a goddamn stepchild
Fuck a punk cause I ain't him You gotta deal with the nine double limb The damn scum that you all hate Just think if niggas decide to retaliate They try to keep me from running up I never tell you to get down it's all about coming up So what they do go and ban the AK? My shit wasn't registered any fucking way So you better duck away run and hide out When I'm rolling real slow and the lights out Cause I'm about to fuck up the program Shooting out the window of a drop-top Brougham When I'm shooting let's see who drop The police the media and suckers that went pop And motherfuckers that say they too black Put em overseas they be begging to come back They say keep em on gangs and drugs Yyou wanna sweep a nigga like me up under the rug Kicking shit called street knowledge Why more niggas in the pen than in college? Now cause of that line I might be your cellmate That's from the nigga ya love to hate BREAK Yeah, ha-ha, it's the nigga you love to hate Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me It's the nigga you love to hate Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops for the brothers What you got to say for yourself?> You do like how I'm living? Well, fuck you Once again it's on, the motherfucking psycho Ice Cube the bitch killa cap peeler Yo runnin through the line like Bo It's no pot to piss in I put my fist in Now who do ya love to hate Cause I talk shit and down the eight-ball Cause I don't fake you're begging I fall off The crossover might as well cut them balls off And get your ass ready for the lynching The mob is droppin common sense and We'll gank in the pen will shank Any Tom Dick and Hank or get the ass Fake it ain't about how right or wrong you live But how long you live I ain't with the bullshit I meet cold bitches no hoes Don't wanna sleep so I keep popping No-Doz And tell the young people what they gotta know Cause I hate when niggas gotta live low And if you're locked up I dedicate my style in From San Quentin to Rykers Island We got em afraid of the funky shit I like to clown so pump up the sound In the jeep make the old ladies say Oh my god wait it's the nigga ya love to hate BREAK Yeah come on fool It's the nigga you love to hate Yeah run up punk It's the nigga you love to hate You ain't all that That's all I hear, bitch, bitch I ain't nobody's bitch> A bitch is a.... Soul Train done lost they soul Just call it train cause the bitches look like hoes I see a lotta others damn It almost look like the Bandstand You ask me did I like Arsenio About as much as the bicentennial I don't give a fuck about dissing these fools cause they all scared of the Ice Cube And what I say what I portray and all that And ain't even seen the gat I don't wanna see no dancing I'm sick of that shit listen to the hit Cause yo if I look and see another brother On the video tryin to out-dance each other I'm a tell T-Bone to pass the bottle And don't give me that shit about role model It ain't wise to chastise and preach Just open the eyes of each Cause laws are made to be broken up What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up And build mold and fold theyself into shape Of the nigga ya love to hate |
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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 |
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