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1. _ 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
What God damn King
Rodney King, Martin Luther King
And all the other God damn King's from Africa
Look out motherfucker
[Ice Cube]
God damn, the bigger the cap, the bigger the peeling
And when dealing 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 something, give it to me
Four or five niggas in a mothership
Better known as a goose and we all want to 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 hitting up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might start slanging bean pies
Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month
With "you Can't Touch This" on the front
I'm bout to get rich
Cause life ain't nothing but money and fuck-a-bitch
They drop like dominoes
And if you didn't know, Ice Cube got drama hoes
So after the screwing
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 mobbing
Busting caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
'Cause I'm getting 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 want to compete
Slap-boxing in the street
Niggas 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 bombing on Betty
Bitch should of known I was steady mobbing
Since one-time so hot
Got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the glock
And I'm rolling on rims
Eating soul food, and neck-bones from M&M's
Grumbling 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, 'What up loc?'
Don't you know that niggas 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
Coming out feeling 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 nothing but tramps
But hoes licking 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 mobbing
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2. _ You Know How We Do It
Yeah, yeah!
Fool you know how we do it
West Side
Comin' from the West Side
Nothin' but the West Side
Ain't nothin' 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 want to 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, i'll, 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
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
Jack B. Nimble, and Jack B. Quick
if you want to 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
Nothin' but a West Side
It's hittin' on the West Side
Fool, you know how we do it
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3. _ Wicked
Now dis one dedicated to de man dem call MacGyver (bo!)
And all double-oh-seven James Bond man 'e from de area (gunshot, gunshot)
Maximum respect to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!)
And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get WICKED!
One, two, three and I come with the wicked
style and you know that I'm from, the wicked
crew, act like you knew
Cause I got everybody jumpin to the voodoo, kick it
Wicked, rhymes, picket, signs
While me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
Ready to BUCK BUCK BUCK and it's a must
to DUCK DUCK DUCK before I bust
Lookin for the one that did it
but like En Vogue, no you're never gonna get it
Cos I'm the one with the fat mad skills
and I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills
Sittin at the pad just chillin
cause Larry Wilkins just got two million, oh what a feelin
So shake that nigga and pass me the pill
and I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal
Like it, dig it, maybe and watch that ass get ???
Kick it cause I get wicked
Won't say nuttin, just listen
Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison
Come my way and get served
Still got a duece that'll bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin
Never seen with a happy grin
Show the fat foul cause I'm down
Take a look around
and all you see is big black boots steppin
Use my steel toe as a weapon
Kick ya and flip ya, now they want to
label this nigga, tape with the sticker
Kickin out girls that's nicety
Yo, I gotta body count like Ice-T
From here to New York
I get skins and ain't talkin bout pork
Swine, pig, dick
Listen to the flow of a so-called negro
who didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett
Dig it cause I get wicked
People wanna know how come
I gotta gat and I'm lookin out the window like Malcolm
Ready to bring that noise
Kinda trigger happy like the Geto Boys
April 29th was power to the people
and we might just see a sequel
cos police got equal pay
A horse is a pig that don't fly straight
Doin Darryl Gates but is Willie Williams
down with the pilgrims
Just a super slave
We'll have to break his ass up like Super Dave
I'm wicked enough to board this
Cos now it's on to the fullest
Gorilla straight from the mist
But I don't miss when it comes to this
Bring the yellow tape
The white cape, cause I'm so straight
Thru with the picket signs, take his job and stick it
Bigot, cause I get wicked
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4. _ 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
'cause 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
'cause if you is or you ain't a gang banger
Keep one in the chamber
'cause you'll get them things 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 want to 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 'cause 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
'cause 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 sweat hogs
and get mad, mad 'cause I'm the nigga that flaunt it
AmeriKKKa's most wanted
Hey yo, 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
'cause 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 'cause I'm a rip tonight
'cause I'm scarin' ya, wanted by America
(Hey yo 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 jewelry
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
(What up 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
'cause 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 color is most wanted
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5. _ You Can Do It
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6. _ Pushin' Weight
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7. _ Really Doe
"Ain't nobody talkin' when I'm talkin' fellas so shut the fuck up!"
"And who the fuck are you?"
Oh, steppin' up in my motherfuckin uhh..
Chuck Taylors Knick kickers Wallabee's ?
On my ass I got the um, um, khakis 501's
On my back I got the uh, sweatshirt
You know with the fat three creases
Uh my t shirt Slingshot uh, khaki shirt
Um, and I got the K-cutter, in my, in my pocket
Uh, got the Afro, the braids
Motherfuckin' uh, rollers
"You got to believe, somethin"
And I just ask my motherfuckin' self, uh
"I got to believe in me.."
"And who the fuck are you?
"And who the fuck are you?"
To G or not to G, is the question
And like Smith told Wesson
I'm shady with the .380 old school diploma
I'll leave that ass in a coma, so
If you got a herringbone, _Welcome to the Terrordome_
Two-eleven, sorry Reverend
Oh my god, gettin' robbed
Reach for the small, "Atomic Dog"
Hard to swallow, janky as Rollo
Count to ten, and don't try to follow
Cause just like Waco, I can take fo'
ATF, to they death
Bust a left on Western, go and get a room
Don't want to be a felon like Stacey Koon
Get the right bitch, hit the light switch, here we go
Tap that ass like this, really doe
"You got to believe, somethin"
West Side Lench Mob
"I got to believe in me.."
Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
Cause I'm a mother-fuckin'
"And who the fuck are you?"
Thirty in a holdin' tank, catch the vapors
Make me a pillow out of toilet paper
Concrete bench kickin' off the hemorrhoids
Ese's deep, don't fuck with them boys
Phone check, co-llect call from the baller
Her mama said please don't call her
Do-Wah-Diddy, far from New Jack City
Seen one of my peers, "What the fuck you doin' in here?"
He said, "One-eighty-seven on the enemy"
And they treat me like I just shot a Kennedy!
Deputy bitch thinks she's the Queen Bee
Ink on my thumb, index, and pinky
"Sir, what set you from?" Play dumb
"General popu-la-tion"
Mama put your house up, and I can bounce up
out this motherfucker, that's why I love ya
Out like a boss, with a half-pint of sauce
Got the shit sewed up like Betsy Ross
What a friend know? Buy some indo
Never fuck with a silly ho - really doe
"You got to believe, somethin"
Really doe, bitch
"I got to believe in me.."
Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
God damn I'm a motherfuckin' G
"You got to believe, somethin"
Yup, that's right
"I got to believe in me"
Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
God damn I'm a..
("And who the fuck are you?")
Knock you out like NyQuil, I'll kill you quick
You sucker-for-love-ass trick
So don't run up, wit ya gun up
Cause I got the back breaker, double pump rump shaker
Cause we can play hookie in the _Aqua Boogie_
With concrete Nikes, ya gets no stripes
Livin' unforgiven with the mic on
And punks runnin' like roaches with the light on
And that's all the shit I'm startin'
Bust a cap (ka-kow-POW) like Jerome on Martin
You lookin' for a punk with benefits
cause you got a baby, that take many shits
And you know I got a grip like a baby on a tit
Scopin' hopin', thighs open
But I kick back, six-pack, and hit the Phillie slow
Hooker hoe really doe
"You got to believe, somethin"
Ice Cube, yup
"I got to believe in me"
Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
God damn I'm a motherfuckin' G
"You got to believe, somethin"
Really doe, West Side
"I got to believe in me"
Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
Motherfuckin' O, motherfuckin' G
"You got to believe, somethin'"
East Side
"I got to believe in me"
("And who the fuck are you?")
("And who the fuck are you?")
"You got to believe, somethin'"
South.. Side
"I got to believe in me"
Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
G, G, G, motherfuckin' G
"You got to believe, somethin'"
North Side
"I got to believe in me"
("And who the fuck are you?")
("And who the fuck are you?")
"You got to believe, somethin'"
"I got to believe in me"
("And who the fuck are you?"}
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8. _ Bop Gun (One Nation)
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
Nineteen ninety three much more be 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?
'cause nothin' but did her damn boogie with my crew
But I'd rather be with you, boo
And make you say humdrum, Tweedledee dumb
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
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
[Chorus]
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
If you hear any noise, it's just me and the boys
Playin' with our toys
M-1, 'cause 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 'cause 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
[Chorus: x2]
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 Dayton's on the mother ship
And you can ring my bell if you need me to pass
The doja on the left hand side for the sale
'cause 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
Ready or not, here we come
Getting down for the one which we believe in
[Chorus: x2]
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9. _ It Was a Good Day
Break me, shit, yo
Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barking from the dogs, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl want to 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 park, 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 every way 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 niggas 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' little Joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I'm yellin' domino
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A.
Today was a good day
Left my niggas house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin' to fuck since the twelfth 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 (yeah)
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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10. _ Check Yo Self
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