Definition Of A West Coast G (Intro)"
Representin' South Centeral Representin' West Coast Ice Cube
Definition Of A West Coast G
Why We Thugs"
[Intro] Yeah Every hood's the same [2X] Come on
[Chorus] They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us (Uh huh) They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us
[Verse 1] I'm from the land of the gang bang Since I was little, ain't a god damn thang changed It's the same ol same Bush run shit like Sadaam Hussien I cock and aim, clinically insane To deal with this bullshit day to day If I sell some yay or smoke some hay You bitches wanna throw me up in pelican's bay Call me an animal up in the system But who's the animal that built this prison Who's the animal that invented lower living The projects, thank god for Russell Simmons Thank god for Sugarhill I'm putting a different kind of steel up to my grill Y'all know what it is, scared for your own kids How these ghetto niggaz taken over showbiz
[Chorus]
[Verse 2] It's boyz in the hood, it's toys in the hood Y'all wanna know why there's noise in the hood Cause there's drugs in the hood, thugs in the hood Nigga killed a crip and a blood in the hood (For real) Cause when niggaz get tribal It's all about survival, nobody liable I got caught by five-oh Grandmama came to court with her Bible But when the judge hit the gavel Now I'm too far from my family to travel (Fuck) I just came unraveled Socked the D.A. before I got gaffled Owned by C.A, State Property Just like the year fifteen fifty three Looking for me, a one-way ticket out Don't understand, what's so hard to figure out?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3] (Damn) I can't take the pressure Pulled the fo-fo up out the dresser Grabbed the weight up out the closet Po-po coming but I'm scared to toss it Y'all know what happened last time I lost it Can't tell you niggaz what the fucking boss did The game got a nigga exhausted Gotta go for the plea bargain they offered Twenty years for what? Breaking these laws that's so corrupt Taking these halls and filling 'em up Some powder keg shit that's about to erupt Ay y'all, I'm about to be stuck Until the year two thousand, what the fuck? In the hood, don't press your luck Cause these motherfuckers will set you up, word up
[Chorus]
[Outro] Every hood's the same [3X] Every hood's the same [2X] Stop tripping on it Every hood's the same [3X] Every hood's the same [2X]
Smoke Some Weed"
[Ice Cube] Ice Cube motherfucker West coast motherfucker
George Bush, George Clinton, Bill Clinton Chris Farley, Chris Rock, Bob Marley Rick James, knew how to throw a party "Smoke some weed!" Snoop Dogg, all the way to Cheech & Chong Cypress Hill, Robert Downey hit the bong Ricky Williams, fuck how Miami feeling "Smoke some weed!"
[Chorus: Ice Cube] This is West coast nigga thinking California quicksand got a nigga sinking I can give a fuck what you niggaz drinking "Smoke some weed!" This is West coast nigga thinking California quicksand got a nigga sinking I can give a fuck what you bitches drinking "Smoke some weed!"
[Ice Cube] If you a baller, nigga I'm a hall of famer Lion tamer, with two fo'-fifth flamers Understand, that yo' life's in danger Didn't your momma, tell you not to talk to strangers Lil' nigga, I'm the Hillside Strangler Have a banger, calling for the Lone Ranger Most rappers, they wanna fuck sangers I'm a nigga, that wanna bone T'Penga G4, pull it up out the hanger A lil' something, to fuel you niggaz anger The swine, I'm your face rearranger In a mansion cause Jesus born in a manger Motherfucker, belong on Jerry Spranger I'm a gangsta, up in your CD changer I'll gank ya, for 20 bucks then I'll thank ya Police, still get the middle fanger
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube] Lil' niggaz, don't try this at home Momma in the bathroom leave her ass alone Cause she probably taking chronic straight to the dome Go play you lil' fucker, stop being grown Dave Chappelle, 50 million and a throne With a big Zulu bitch, nigga getting blown Watch your tone, if your wear Coppertone Go back to Africa used to be a theme song I'm in the zone, do anybody got a zone I ain't your poppa, but daddy is a rolling stone Youse a clone, who don't know the shit you on Unless it's on, a motherfucking ringtone I'm in a room with two bottles of Patron You need a loan, to fuck with the Family Stone Nigga go on, tell 'em Ice Cube is home Gorilla niggaz, here come King Kong
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube] Ice Cube motherfucker West coast motherfucker "Smoke some weed!"
Child Support"
[Intro] Buucker, I'll beat yo' bad-ass
[Hook] Ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings nuthin but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' ain't no kings in this rap thing they siblings nuthin but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin'
[First Verse] Bitch niggaz still wanna check my urine still can't believe what you see and what you're hearin' you motherfuckers thought you knew the whole story until your mama took a nigga on maury read your test results are you the father I looked at his bitch ass told him don't bother I'm the father of this gangsta shit never thought that I have a bunch of bastard kids lil' bad-ass kids I whoop they ass every night send the paramedics bitch and the black and white I brought you in this world I'll take you out do you ugly so mamma can't make you out you know my style a colt file a report I'm a dead-beat daddy no child support you get fooled like the last trick get it out your ass bitch you niggaz know my pyroclastic flow c'mon!
[Hook] Ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings nuthin but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' ain't no kings in this rap thing they siblings nuthin but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin'
[4x] You want child support Get it out your ass bitch
[Second Verse] Ya'll niggaz know Ya'll bitches know where you get it from who's the original you got your daddy's mouth talk like a criminal keep it gangsta son never get pigeon holed rap bastards tryin' to make a classic keep your dumb-ass out of the casket cause intercope'll spend your money they don't give a fuck about a dead rapper nigga they'll chop it up keep it movin' y'all they'll come mop it up corrupt LAPD cover up everyday nigga we know drama they ain't lookin' for Osama ask Biggie's mamma thank God that the gangsta's back we ain't got to put up with this brainless rap may your lungs collapse n' m.c's are funny all you can rap about is pussy and money c'mon!
[Hook] Ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings nuthin but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' ain't no kings in this rap thing they siblings nuthin but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin'
[4x] You want child support Get it out your ass bitch
[Third Verse] All y'all rappers should kiss and make up take your bullshit jewlry back to Jacob get your mind right nigga and start to wake up cause the whole rap industry needs to shake up you got million dollar niggaz killin' million dollar niggaz bustin' outta Bentleys wearin' chinchillasss there you go again rollin' in your limo comin' from the Grammy's shootin' out the window I know the scripture but there's something wrong with this picture what you mad about diamonds all in your mouth no car, no niggaz house paid off I never heard of a rapper gettin' laid off boy, you a fool or you just act crazy or you a grown crack baby born in the 80's to all you motherfuckers say I went Hollywood I'm gangsta! I know when I got it good
[Hook] Ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings nuthin but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin' ain't no kings in this rap thing they siblings nuthin but my chil'ren one shot they disappearin'
[4x] You want child support Get it out your ass bitch
[2x] Young rappers lookin' for pocket change with boo-boo lyrics Go get your diaper changed
[Outro - Ice Cube Talking] Smell like shit heyy baby change this motherfucker you smell like shit
Doin' What It 'Pose 2Do"
"Thinkin about what he gon' do now" "Ri-ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" "Gangster" "Ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" "Ri-ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" "Gangster" "Ride through the hood, ride through the hood" "Ri-ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" "Ri-ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" "Ri-ri-ri-ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" "Gangster" "Low, low to the, l-l-low to the ground"
[Chorus: Ice Cube] You see my lo' lo' (doin what it 'pose to do) And that fo' do' (doin what it 'pose to do) You know my big watch (doin what it 'pose to do) I make the bitches watch (doin what it 'pose to do) I see that big ass (doin what it 'pose to do) When you walk pass (doin what it 'pose to do) You know my shit shine (doin what it 'pose to do) I make the bitch mind (doin what it 'pose to do)
[Ice Cube] Had to come through, shine on you niggaz Stop lyin on a nigga, got my nine on your liver (click clack) Fuck around and go blind on a nigga Do time for a nigga, put your mind on your mirror (POO POW!) All you niggaz that's materialistic Don't fuck wit'cha boy or become a statistic Ice Cube is very artistic But I'm still from the hood, will take your existence So muhfuckers tryna scratch my paint It's West coast in the house, what the fuck you thank? (the fuck you thank?) I'm big bank guy, spent on my outfit 'Cause I'm fly and your ass ain't about shit I let that bullshit do what it 'pose to do Go to the club, grab me a hoe or two Understand, God has a chosen few Fuck around, and I'll put some holes in you
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube] Now e'ry muhfucker in here bitchin, we rollin In that big body wide thang, a nigga patrollin Y'all jealous of the ass that a nigga be holdin Ain't scared of the po' po' and what they patrollin? Gotta job muhfucker, I work for myself I got benefits bitch, dental and health I do it 24/7, I rob 7-11 If I had to, I take it straight back to heaven +Witta Attitude+, I got the Range blowed out So if you jack me homey, I never jump out (No!) I just tickle these switches and tickle these bitches That's lickin all on my paint job like liquorish I know a lotta dances, they call me Jolly Ranchers 'Cause I shine like Rudolph, nigga fuck Prancer! Ice Cube, reflect like chrome (bling!) When I'm in the hood, I run it like Rome (Yi-YAY!)
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube] Call her ass right there, she got that kush And I'ma run all through it like Reggie Bush And I'ma hit that bush like George Bush In the middle of the night like a crook Don't fuck with her, her ass is average Only fuck with the ones with the whole package Who gives a fuck if yo' ass look good If yo' ass can't cook good, that's on the hood (that's on the hood) Fine bitches, you shit out of luck 'Cause I'm prolly gon' eat more than I fuck (more than I fuck) You got do it all, not just send them all Cook and cleaning, love a nigga's shitty drawers Naw, I'll keep you flossin up at Ready Tellers The kinda shit that make them other bitches jealous Pull up, jump out, I'm like new money And watch the bees in the house come and get the honey
[Chorus] "Ri-ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" [Cube:] Yeah "Ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" [Cube:] Show out "Ri-ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" [Cube:] Show out "Ride through the hood, ride through the hood" [Cube:] Nigga, I'ma show out "Ri-ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" [Cube:] Show out "Ri-ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" [Cube:] Show out "Ri-ri-ri-ride through the hood" "Keep it low to the ground" [Cube:] Show out nigga, show out "Low, low to the, l-l-low to the ground" [Cube:] Show out
Laugh Now, Cry Later"
[Ice Cube] Uh-huh, understand this I don't give a fuck about what y'all talkin about I ain't tryin to hear none of that shit Nigga I'ma do what I wanna do When I wanna do it, how I wanna do it And you better hope I don't do it to you Now, I don't care what momma got to say I don't care what grandmomma got to say Nigga I'm grown Let me tell you a lil' somethin about me
I was born not to give a fuck, wanna drink, get your cup Turn it up, throw it up, take the world, blow it up Somebody slow it up, roll it up, smoke it up My own momma can't keep me from loc'n up One ear out the other, one man out to smother The neighborhood, that left me here without my brother Fuck you undercovers and you dirty motherfuckers In the hood, that still fuck without rubbers Club hop, bar hop, car shop, nail shop To the mall, spend it all, why the hell not What bills, what rent, don't know what's spent Why you care, do you work for the government?
[Chorus] Fuck it homey, I'ma laugh now and cry later Get your paper we can laugh now and cry later All you players you can laugh now and cry later Investigators let you laugh now and cry later
[Ice Cube] See I'm a product of this urban decay A nigga dyin for tomorrow, but live for today A nigga lie steal and borrow, and cheating's okay Don't you tell these motherfuckers that my name is O'Shea Cause I'ma fuck up my baby's credit, let him regret it 7 months old he's already got a jail record I'm the one to blame, put it in my momma name She's a drama queen, but I got the bling bling I need the watch and the bracelet and the earrings I need you all to show up at my hearings Tell the judge I'm a nice nigga, good nigga And I'ma play the sad face when he look nigga
[Chorus]
[Interlude: repeat 2X] "The number you are calling was lost, and cannot be called back" "Your last call return service"
[Ice Cube] It's fucked up, that y'all won't accept my calls Tell momma, at least she can send some drawers These walls, make y'all forget about me I'm comin home, in 2033 But that's irrelevant, did you get the mail I sent What I tell a bitch, you better stay celibate She start lyin to me, tell me who she ain't fuckin Never tell me that my homeboys ain't nothin Bun in the oven, it belong to my cousin Got the nerve, to tell me that you really love me (What?) I'ma kill her ass when a nigga make parole Hit her with my cane, cause a nigga gray and old
[Chorus]
[Outro: Ice Cube] Man, it ain't right man Y'know y'all ain't doin me right man A nigga tryin to do right man Y'know I'm tryin to change my life man, y'know? I done found the Lord while I'm in here, y'know? I I'm tryin to do right now, I mean Y'know I'm sorry for everythang That I, I I mean y'know That's fucked up how y'all doin me man Y'all niggaz could at least send me somethin
"Alright, first four guys, let's go... lock it up"
Stop Snitchin'"
[Ice Cube] Ice Cube (yeah!) Callin from a California state penitentiary (Let me out this motherfucker) We got over two million motherfuckers locked up (Let me out this motherfucker) Stop snitchin
Now how many MC's must get booed Before somebody say don't fuck with Cube (you know!) I'll strip you nude (butt-ass) in your living room Face down, paralyzed from the waist down I'm a buckin clown, but don't fuck around Doin movies now, but I'll lay you down South Central style, pull them thangs out Don't make a millionare have to send you there You know the story of the tortoise nigga and the hare Nigga run nigga run never get there I'ma walk, fuck a bitch when I get there Nigga this a marathon, ask Farrakhan Fuck the cemetery that I'm buried on (fuck 'em) The blood of Ice Cube got to carry on (forever) Forever what the fuck are they yellin? "Gangsta Gangsta," nigga stop tellin - stop snitchin
[Chorus] You can have whatever you want In the hood, it's do's and don'ts So when it get hot in this kitchen Stop snitchin, nigga stop snitchin
[Ice Cube] Microphone master, super rhyme maker Gun blaster, who's the life taker (who?) Who the fuck is a lifetime Laker? I slap the Maybeline off Tammy Faye Baker Who the fuck got more than an acre? In Los Angeles I got to have paper I'm a nigga, don't talk to my neighbors Straight asshole, always up in Vegas (yay yay) Lay it out for these niggaz to follow Get the point, but these points is hollow Now this here, is hard to swallow But if you do it's like hittin the lotto Little nigga with big bravado Hit the throttle niggaz hit the bottle Can give a fuck if they life is hollow Where the fuck was you, when I rocked the Apollo, bitch?
Ay, who put this thing together? Me, that's who Who I trust? Who I trust? ME, THAT'S WHO!
Nigga nigga nigga, can't you see Somehow your words incarcerate me Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee Lock me up in my prime, Muhammad Ali Get out whup yo' ass like Muhammad Ali Rumble in the Jungle, nigga don't play Dumbo In the hood nigga known as Columbo Get the people on the phone, tell the jumble Spit fluid and swear he didn't do it Got my bottom bitch locked up with Martha Stewart She say she had the hoe cookin deep dish She say Martha fuckin cook fish and eat fish Westside y'all niggaz got to peep this That's your weakness, can't keep a secret Don't say shit, boy that's basic They want to send a nigga back to the slave ship Stop snitchin
[Chorus]
[New Chorus] You can have whatever you choose But out here, it's don'ts and do's So after we finish this mission Stop snitchin, nigga stop snitchin
[SB] Okay, okay
[Swizz Beatz: repeat 4X] One two, in the place to be You rockin with Ice Cube, and the homey Swizz Beatz
{Keep your f*ckin mouth shut man}
Go To Church" (feat. Lil Jon, Snoop Dogg)
[Snoop Dogg] Nigga you need to stop snitchin! All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin Nigga if you scared, go to church You knew the job was dangerous when you took it
Whattup it's the big boss Dogg Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C. And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube And I'm C-walkin on the motherfuckin concrete
[Intro: Ice Cube] Yo if you're fucked up, put your cups up Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, nigga what's up See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)] I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend (YEAH!) "Crunk Juice" nigga run the club that you in (HEY!) You scary motherfuckers don't wanna bring the ruckus (NAH!) You just spend all your time in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?) And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!) In the hood, all the way down South (YEAH!) I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth bitch (Mike Jones) We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin Look at Mr. Jackson, nigga with no reaction If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts That don't work, we'll put you in the dirt Cause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (hey) Lyrics full of steroids, niggaz paranoid (hey) And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up When you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no nuts
[Chorus 2X: Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)] If you a scared motherfucker go to church (GO TO CHURCH) If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A DO YOUR DIRT) If you a down motherfucker put in work (A PUT IN WORK) IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!)
[Snoop Dogg] Click clackin, pistol-packin, Crip raggin folio Who the only nigga in the club with the toolio You ain't know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is "Is that Coolio?" Naw bitch, let me in Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors & rappers Hang out with kidnappers and jackers Make money off crackers; can you imagine how I keep shit crackin? It's the big boss Dogg I'm back in action and smashin I flash with the bling I sur-pass the supreme You don't really wanna have a clash with my team I mix hash with the green I'm the, last of the kings If I got a bitch with me she got ass in them jeans Rollin through yo' neighborhood, my Cadillac so clean Servin all you suckers cause you all dopefiends Just like that dopeman, nigga what's up? You run up with that bullshit I'll fuck yo' ass up
[Chorus]
[Lil Jon: repeat 2X] You scared, you scared You scared motherfucker you scared You scared (you scared) you scared (you scared) You scared motherfucker you scared (you scared)
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)] It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH) Three for the pussy, fo' for the glow (HEY) Five for the rookies, six for the pros (NAH) Seven for the numbers of them fuckin zeroes (WHAT?) Eight for haters, nine for the cause Ten for my niggaz, behind big bars (HEY) Fuck these devils, and they laws (YEAH!) Never question the size of Ice Cube's balls
The Nigga Trapp"
[Intro - various dialogue] Now that's how this shit go! And I know you don't like me spittin in your motherfuckin face But ain't a motherfuckin thing, you can do, about a nigga Punk motherfucker!
Some people may say well, you overdramatized it No we're not - it's not a drama workshop, it is a reality Things like that do take place in prisons The murders, the suicides, as well as the rapes Do take place inside these human warehouses
[Ice Cube] Nigga I'm a hustler, act like I'm lovin ya Don't mind fuckin ya, just like the Governor Used to be the dope man, rolled a hundred spokes man When I come through, treat me like the Pope man Ghetto spokesman, I know niggaz in Eastside Oakland all the way to Brook-lyn And they love my shitty drawers, what you smokin? Think you got the balls, nigga I'm a Trojan Catchin all that just like a prophylac' Don't reproduce, that bullshit is whack Flavor Flav with a white bitch that is whack Got to put the nigga back in my Cadillac Take him to the hood, where it's action packed Let him know that the target's still on his back It's a hustle called capitalism Got my niggaz in prison, all stuck in the system yeah Recognize who's a hustler, George Dubya He's the one that's sittin back, fuckin ya With a big dick stuck in ya I'm from a place where the fuckin Terminator is the Governor
(I got a Public Pretender.. tryin to make me a winner) (Nigga please don't surrender.. they'll have you for dinner)
[Chorus: Ice Cube] The ghetto is a nigga trap, take the cheese Soon as you do it here come the police Invented and designed fo' us to fail Where you gon' end up, dead or in jail
[Ice Cube] You only got two places State of California, got two faces Motherfuckin devils, get straight racist When they get you in them lonely dark places Concrete slave ships, never move Where niggaz like us get used like a mule Don't let 'em catch you, arrest you Strip and undress you, throw you in a cesspool You wanna know the crime of the century A ghetto elementary, a mental penitentiary Black man, you never been friend of me Boy you kin to me, why we enemies? The ghe-tto is a trap Fuck where you from, nigga look where you at Where you wanna be? Point it out on a map Don't be scared to leave homey, we can come back If you wanna come back to this bullshit Most of it comin straight out the pulpit We got to change our ways in the hood Understand that it's AIDS in the hood...
The nigga trap... [echoes for a bit]
[Chorus - 2X]
(I got a Public Pretender.. tryin to make me a winner) (Nigga please don't surrender.. they'll have you for dinner) [fades out]
Growin' Up"
[Ice Cube] Ha ha, that's my shit Turn it up [echoes] Uhh, yeah
I hear a beat like this, and think about growin up House parties, with gangbangers showin up Represent your hood, everybody throw it up They say Cube get on the mic, nigga blow it up I used to lyrical, political But now you want it sugarcoated like cereal First I met Dre, then I met Yella (yessir) Dr. Dre made me rap acapella Me and Jinx did a show at Dudo's {?} With K-Dee, I think it was two shows Then Dre introduced me to E Cruisin down the street in his red Jeep He said, yo niggaz we should flip it like this Cause them _Boyz N the Hood_ like the gangsta shit I put the pen to the pad, young nigga was raw And told the world how we felt about the law It was real
[Chorus 2X: samples + (Cube)] I see the happiness (all day every day) I see the pain Where am I (growin up in the hood) Back down memory lane
[Ice Cube] Oh shit, it's N.W.A.! Them niggaz on tour and they comin our way Lil' Eminem is still tucked away In that trailer park, just bumpin our tape Jerry Heller tried to make his escape I had to bounce, while other niggaz got raped Same niggaz turned around and said fuck me No FUCK YOU cause I'm down with Chuck D And I'm 'bout to do a movie up, a classic When I hit the screen, nigga it was magic Never thought I'd see Eazy in a casket Thanks for everythang, that's on everythang I learned a lot of game from you I like your son, he got his name from you I tell him everythang that he need to know If he ask my advice, I won't think twice homey
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube] From _Boyz N the Hood_, to _XXX 2_ Everybody wanna know my next move Fans all around say "We love you Cube!" I wanna take time to say I love you too I love all my fans cause they know I'm a man And not a little boy or some fuckin play toy A lot of niggaz say I grew up on you And let me know if anybody fuck wit'chu Cause you talk a lot of shit about the red, black & blue And how they treat a nigga called Katrina, did you see her White folks worry 'bout them fuckin misdemeanor While black people dyin in that God damn arena Just because I'm actin nigga never stop rappin It's in my blood homey, I'ma keep the party crackin Money keep stackin 'til they put me in a casket Who you think you fuckin wit? Here's another classic
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube] I'm Ruthless, I'm Ruthless.. Street Knowledge.. Lench Mob.. Westside.. Uhh..
[Chorus - 1/2]
Click, Clack - Get Back!"
[Ice Cube] Yeah, yo, check it Turn me up a little bit, on the mic
[Chorus] I flip shit for gangbang niggaz I talk shit for insane niggaz I got a clip for you strange niggaz (Click clack, get back, 'fore you niggaz feel that)
[repeat Chorus]
[Ice Cube] Understand, I come from South Central Motherfuckers don't know what I been through I keep my motherfuckin heat in my igloo And it's lookin for some meat it can get through Fuck with me, there will be agony In these streets, it will be a tragedy Can't you see, it ain't no fag in me If it was I woulda joined the Academy
[Chorus]
(Click clack, get back, 'fore you niggaz feel that) [4X]
[Ice Cube] Get back, y'all better get the fuck back I never take shit from rappers I turn them, motherfuckers into cadavers (Ka-plow!) I'm fuckin mo', niggaz than Napster Cause youse a trick and your Ghost Rider is Casper I heard you lost on Fear Factor Cause you couldn't swallow deez nuts, big as a tractor You dumb bitch, think I'm an actor And a nigga couldn't get close enough to slap her Ice Cube, understand it's real I'm the nigga of steel, got you _Killin at Will_ Got my nigga a deal, he tried to fuck me and steal I love the nigga but he now feelin the chill It's West coast (West coast) East coast (East coast) South side (South side) worldwide (worldwide) North side (North side) let's ride (let's ride) Let's do it 'til God and the devil collide, c'mon!
[Chorus]
(Click clack, get back, 'fore you niggaz feel that) [4X]
[Ice Cube] Y'all better get the fuck back
[Chorus]
The Game Lord"
[Ice Cube] I love chrome and paint, lookin for some motherfuckin corners to bank West coast what the fuck you thank? Everybody here off weed and drank (everybody) Before you check my rims When you leave the parking lot, check ya limbs You better check ya friends and see if ya baby momma left with them Blacks and Mexicans - stop all that bullshit in the pen Understand that is us verse them They can give a fuck if we sink or swim They give us guns and drugs then wonder why in the fuck we thugs I got to show my ass to thank these motherfuckers for my past In South Central, Los Angeles - Grandmama smoke cannabis Granddaughter wanna dance and shit, her own momma can't stand the bitch
[Hook: Ice Cube - repeat 2X] If you fuckin up, pray to the game lord Wanna bust a nut? Pray to the game lord Nigga get ya cup, pray to the game lord You can throw it up, pray to the game lord
[Ice Cube] I love where I from, hungry ass niggaz better get you some Smart ass niggaz play dumb Y'all can't fuck with the city I run If I snap my fingers, better curl up just like a fetus I hope you know Jesus because if you don't, boy you will see us Where? Up in your house, two double barrels up in your mouth You got some 'splainin to do and don't get the line 'cause we aiming at you (Ewww!) It's a doggy dog world baby, you a nut and I'ma squirrel baby Can I get ya in my world baby? Can ya grease my Jheri curl baby? Did you flip yo' wig to let Michael Jackson baby sit yo' kids? That nigga old as hell They need to throw the motherfuckin momma in jail Let 'em know
[Hook - repeat 2X]
[Break - repeat 2X] Fuck wit this if you want to, the game lord will punish you Punish us if we ain't true, to the game like we 'pose to
[Ice Cube] I'm the game lord, y'all come now Casanova niggaz, got the sun down Run down every hoe that wanna go shoppin Get they kids, take 'em to the mall, buy 'em somethin Are you a gentleman? Big bear wit a nigga named Gentle Ben Ladies, he'll be yo' friend Wait for the cable guy - even let him in Not me, I won't flex or bend just 'cause a hoe promise me some trim You better get wit the rest of them 'cause can't none of y'all even fuck wit Kim Some niggaz was born wit hoe in 'em I was put on this Earth to spit ism And I shall return like it's written And slay all the suckers who be sippin
[Hook - repeat 2X]
Chrome & Paint" (feat. W.C.)
[Ice Cube] Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out You know! Let 'em know
[Chorus: Ice Cube] I got chrome and paint Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint Street lights - dance on paint Street lights - dance on chrome Street lights - get a nigga home You can die in these streets all alone
[Ice Cube] I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha hoe nigga I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggaz Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun Killin niggaz for fun, these rappers is done The bigger they come, the harder they fall I burn like the sun, continue to ball He's got nuts and plus the Don touch and split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck That niggaz, really love him and tear the city up Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po' Them nigga know how I act in the low-low
[Chorus]
[W.C.] I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch Rollin up imperial in dickie material All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs Laughin at you niggaz on MTV Cribs I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube] Street lights (woop woop) [2X] Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po' Them nigga know how I act in the low-low Slow mo', nigga check out my promo You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube] Street lights [echoes]
Steal The Show"
[Ice Cube] Yeah, Steal The Show baby
[Ice Cube] Ima have to ride the ride the ride Til' I find a girl to slip inside Ice Cube aint never been shot Aint never got got, up in the parking lot Nigga, Scott Storch will bang the instrumental South Central here comes the presidential Pull up jump out the lowrider A real lyricist nigga fuck a ghostrider Dance baby im your provider Yous a fly girl bitch ima spider Im on that ass like please leave me alone A few drinks you like please follow me home I just hope you aint 5150 Thats a crazy hoe even though she pretty Ice Cube only one el loco With the volco put your ass in a chold hold Stone cold oh yeah fuck the Broncos Raider down, everybody better lay it down Think im P.G. you must got a squeegy Are you crazy, down since eazy
[Chorus] Here, shoulders, knees and toes Work that pussy across the flo' Shake that body, Steal The Show Ice Cube bitch im about to blow (Lets go) Im about to do it like this here Walk over spit game in this bitch ear Let her know my name and I got it right here Girl you know the game can I get a volunteer Im about to do it like this here Walk over spit game in this bitch ear Let her know my name and I got it right here Plus a pound of weed do I got a volunteer
[Ice Cube] Goin once goin twice A nigga nice when I turn off the lights Tell your friends yo fuck they advice Cause some time them hoes act like dykes Cock blockers, pull out your mouth piece Game over, we up in the range rover Wake up in the morning with a hangover Roll over do the whole damn thang over Ima roller, took her ass back where I drove her And we still aint sober, motherfucker it still aint hova Its the super nova, niggas been doin over Ice Cube been rappin since 84' About the cocaine streets and the po'-po' Introduce you to my 6-4 low-low Yeah the one the just pulled out the mo-mo
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube] Punks jump up to get beat down Daddy home motherfucker put your feet down Jump up yall better clean up Cause I might done pull out this nina Put your cups up boy if you fucked up And you got the baddest bitch up in the club Put your cups up even if she ugly And it look like the bitch play rugby We could take me anywhere where the thugs be When they see me motherfuckers wanna hug me Its all love cuz, its all love blood Its all love when them niggas thrownin up the dub Its all love with the brown and they yellow man Cause a nigga got money like the jello man Mo money, yo money, hoe money Mama didnt raise no dummy learn from me Cause I could flip shit fast as bisquick Mr. Butterworth take it for what its worth I got them low lows flat like pancakes Sippin on syzzurp Fuck what ya hizzerd
[Ice Cube] Steal The Show baby
[Mike Epps] You know a lot of these bitches need an antibiotic Moxacillin, Penicillin, something with a slin' in it They want a sugar daddy, they want a man on a fixed income They want man where they can come over to the old mans house And go in the back porch and get $30 or $40 every here and there And get in they honda and ride on off
You Gotta Lotta That" (feat. Snoop Dogg)
[Ice Cube] Hey... you wit' da ass (you wit' da ass), you wit' da ass (you wit' da ass) C'mere... wassup? What's your name girl? Who you come wit'? I'm wit' Snoop Dogg.. and my whole click
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg - repeat 2X] A nigga need a shot of that.. and I know where they got it at Damn girl, you gotta lotta that Won't you let a real nigga go and holla back?
[Ice Cube] Look at you girl, eyes brown, ass round Feel like a nigga chasin down a rebound It's bouncin like a basketball, if you got no ass at all Sorry girl but you won't make the casting call Skinny bitches need to find that nutritionist Shit that make yo' ass so thick and delicious Is it the food or is it the water? That make your daughter wanna show what Momma taught her C'mere.. let me whisper in yo' ear (wassup) Tell ya all that bullshit that you wanna hear (let's fuck) You prolly hate my fuckin guts in a year But right about now, you like a nigga's style huh? How I talk, how I smell, how I smile How I think, how I fuck, how I grab Fuck wit' me, ya get ya meat and ya vegetables Fuck wit' him, ya get a fuckin metrosexual You want a man stronger than you Not a motherfucker in the mirror longer than you Break a nail and his punk ass lookin for glue You want a nigga wit' a hard dick lookin at you (lookin at you)
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Snoop Dogg] You came up in there lookin all cute and stuff You and yo' homegirl, a pimp couldn't get enough You talk that shit like you weren't up in there just to fuck Well guess what? Now bitch you wit' us! Yeah have a sip {*sipping noise*}, go take a puff Go and spend another blunt, naw roll it up! What yo' name? A nigga love how you came You just in need of some game And I got that good thang, yeah it's a Westside hood thing Let ya party over day and hit ya wit' that ding-a-ling I got that good shit, lollipop (lollipop) And once I get up in ya, I make ya body rock (body rock) A thick little bad bitch, walk wit' a switch Now all you need now is some gangster dick It's the Big Bow Wizzow, you know I'm on the pusszow Doggystizyle, that make ya kitty kat meow (meow!) Dick deep, freak-a-leek, fuck some sleep And don't tell me that I'm... "innnn too deep" Okay (okay).. alright (alright).. Westside baby girl, we do it all night (fo' sho)
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Ice Cube] Do ya thing girl, fuck what they lookin at Shake it for me mami, work that pussycat Do ya thing girl, fuck what they lookin at Shake it for me mami, work that pussycat Put it on me girl, what the fuck you scared of? We just in the club, actin like we making love I know you full of liquor, put it on my zipper Drop it down now and throw it on a nigga
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Holla @ Cha' Boy"
[Ice Cube] I knew you niggaz would be back See, see, you need to fuck with me y'knahmean? Yeah, you need to holla at your boy man (holla) Stop fuckin with them punk niggaz man with that shit (That's what you get) That shit stepped on nigga (that's what you get) I got that raw, I got that... UNGH!
[Intro: Ice Cube] Twenty-fo' seven - holla at your boy What you need baby? C'mon with it - holla at your boy I got it all day, in the hallway - holla at your boy Sick of that blow up - holla at your boy
[Ice Cube] That's what you get for fuckin with them niggaz Come and see me for that real O.G. He a O-Z, I'm a whole ki' Dope as a motherfucker, son a whole seed Bitches fiend for it, then they lean for it It ain't cocaine, but they wanna still blow it What you need, what you need Hoes offer me the pink slip and the deed (yes indeed) Treat it just like weed Hit the right end then pass it to her friend (uh-huh) I'm a hustler, you a customer Them other niggaz you like, straight fuckin ya Some of 'em lyin (yup) most of 'em trickin Others are dyin, some of 'em victims When you come from South Central L.A. That shit is like dirt weed, a nigga got a headache (holla)
[Chorus: Ice Cube] If you want it raw now, make the call now Look me up nigga - holla at your boy Fiendin for that good shit, take a look bitch What you need baby - holla at your boy I got it all day, in the hallway On Broadway - holla at your boy Sick of that blow up, gettin stepped on Nigga come on home - holla at your boy
[Ice Cube] "Ice Cube!" Back then they used to fuck me Now that I'm hot these bitches still love me (Why?) Cause I'm far from ugly Everywhere I go they wanna kiss and hug me They say "Dopeman, dopeman! I got your money don't turn into Konnan" Don't wanna see the G-hand (bitch) I am the man from here to Cleveland Don't get mad, I get e-van Try to shake the van, think you're sleep-an Oh my God this nigga's leak-in Somebody best to call the deacon (uh-huh) Any dose is a overdose Leave your punk-ass dead or a comatose (yeah) And if you don't wanna listen My shit'll crack you out like Tyrone Bigguns
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube] Holla, yeah But don't 2-way a nigga Bitch that ain't nothin but a transcript Dumb bitch (I'll holla) Don't 2-way a nigga man (I'll holla) Damn!
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube] 20 years I've been servin you fiends for 20 years Why would you fuck with anybody else, ha? That's why you're fucked up right now, ain't it? You need to get at me You know I got it, and I know you want it - holla at your boy
[Mike Epps] C'mon Cube let me rap on here I'm, I'm just tryin to sack somethin up!
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