Amerikkka'

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

(break)

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

(break)

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

Intro: little russ, ice cube

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

[russ] yo ice cube, man
[cube] whassup man?
[russ] why you...
[cube] whassup?
[russ] yo ice cube man, why you always kickin the shit about the bitches
And the niggaz? why don't you kick some shit about the kids, man? the
Fuckin kids?!
[cube] word

Verse one: ice cube

Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of i-c-e
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga i knew
Named jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch named jill on the bus stop
Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe
At that type of shit he's a pro
So jack and jill ran up the hill to catch a lil nap
Dumb bitch, gave him the claps
Then he had to go see dr. bombay
Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way
To make some money, why not?
Down on sesame street, the dope spot
There he saw the lady who lived in a shoe
Sold dope out the front, but in back, marijuana grew
For the man that was really important
Who lived down the street in a air jordan
Ride to the fellow mister rogers and hoes
Drove a 500 sittin on lorenzoes
He broke out, little bo peep, smoked out
Saw, her and her friends sellin sheepskins

[little bo peep] yo yo i got them sheepskins
Yo, my empty sheepskins
Yo baby, what's up with that?

Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock
Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock
I don't doubt it, she is kind of freaky of course
Had a fight with snow white, she was fuckin her dwarfs
Saw a fight over colors, too
Red riding hood, and little boy blue
A bad influence? yo i don't know
But ice cube'll tell the kids how the story should go


Interlude: little russ

Yeah money, that's it, yeah money, that's it
This is little russ in the house
Rock that shit homey, rock that shit!
[well, you know the rest]

Verse two: ice cube

Humpty dumpty sat on a wall
With a joint, drinkin some 8-ball
Three little pigs in a coup de ville
Lookin for, the wolf to kill
They're fucked up and they want revenge
Them and humpty used to be friends
Now they're enemies cause he's a traitor
Pulled out the uzi cruised by and sprayed him
Cinderella hoeing for the fellas
And mister rogers is gettin mighty jealous
Of the cash that the pigs were makin
Time for the pigs to get turned to bacon
Cause mister rogers found out quick
That humpty dumpty was blown to bits
They said that the motherfuckin wolf was next
So mister rogers better watch his step
So he let the wolf know
We're gonna fuck up the pigs, and take their ho
Cause cinderella is much too fast
Before twelve, givin up ass
Double barrels all loaded and cocked
As soon as they show, they gonna get popped
They bailed down sesame street and caught em
Little boy blue is up front givin orders
Little did they know cinderella was a fink
She called the cops and got thrown in the clink
A bad influence? yo, i don't know
But ice cube'll tell the kids how the stories should go

Outro: little russ, ice cube

[cube] aiyyo man was that dope enough for you?
[russ] yeah you aight, you in the house
We outta here, seeeee-yaaaaa
[cube] yeah you better go home before i whoop your little bad ass

[barney rubble] some bedtime story huh?
[bugs bunny] it's a nice place to visit, but i wouldn't wanna live here

[andrew dice clay] ay, good ol' mother goose, remember her? i fucked her

amerikkka's most wanted


Ice cube with the lench mob, i got it goin on
A nigga that's livin in the city of the criminal
Zone
One-time can't keep the law in order
Cos everybody's goin crazy for a quarter
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way i'm talkin i'm scarin ya
I'm darin ya to raise hell and bail and brag and sag
Or beat down for ya flag
Cos if you is or you ain't a gangbanger
Keep one in the chamber
Cos you'll get them thangs put on ya son
Ice cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So i get jealous looks
They keep thinkin did my hair grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down ice
Cube?
Hell no, i'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one of my homies wanna squab
I'm still rollin wit the lench mob

(amerikkka's most wanted)

Back in the day i did my share of dirt
Sometimes i got away clean, sometimes people got
Hurt
But if you know me, you know that i'm liable
To bust a cap cos it's all about survival of the
Fittest
I'm a menace crook
I did so much dirt i need to be in the guinness book
From the shit i took from people
I reap all your fat shit, jack
Back to the criminals sect
I leave crew after crew but they can't catch me yet
Cos i'm slick and slippery
They can't get wit me, cops ain't shit to me
I can't dig a pig so i drop the dogs
And sweat em like sweathogs
And get mad, mad cos i'm the nigga that flaunt it
Amerikkka's most wanted

Aiyo, here's what the poster read:
'ice cube is wanted dead'
That's all it said
I put heads to bed and fled the scene wit all the
Green
Hear shots and si-reens
When i feen first they yo' rings, now they my rings
So give it up punk and then i just
Put another jack in progress
It's the american way
Cos i'm the g-a-n-g-s-t-a
Ice cube - a motherfuckin clepto
And tried to catch the early bird but they slept, so
Who gets the worm?
And if i'm caught in a trap
You know i'ma beat the wack
With a payoff, cop gotta lay off
Fbi on my dick, stay off!
I'm not a rebel or a renegade on a quest
I'm a nigga with a 's' on his chest
So get the kryptonite cos i'm a rip tonight
Cos i'm scarin ya, wanted by america

(aiyo cube man, they on your ass)

Word, but who the fuck is 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 crack that ol' smile
Take me to your house, pal
Got to the house, my pockets got fat, see
Crack the safe, got the money and the jewellry
Three weeks later, i'm at the p-a-d
Had a little fly ass bitch wit me
Sittin in a dig, yo it couldn't be
(whattup g?) saw my face on tv
Damn (oh shit!) i didn't know i lucked out
Struck out, i gotta get the fuck out
Pack my bags and tried to hit the door when
The ol' bitch down the street must've turned me in
Cos the feds was out there ten deep
I got hassled and gaffled in the back seat
I think back when i was robbin my own kind
The police didn't pay it no mind
But when i start robbin the white folks
Now i'm in the pen wit the soap-on-a-rope
I said it before and i'll still taunt it
Every motherfucker with a colour is most wanted

Verse one: ice cube

Peace. haha don't make me laugh!
All i hear is muthafucker's talkin' sucotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by the trigger
How the fuck do you figure?
That i can say peace and the gunshots won't cease
Every cop killin' goes ignored
They just send another nigga to the morgue
A point scored- they could give a fuck about us
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
If i was old, they'd probably be a friend of me
Since i'm young, they consider me the enemy
They kill ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and break a niggas neck
Cuz i'm the one with the trunk of funk
And 'fuck tha police' in the tape deck
You should listen to me cuz there's more to see
Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities
The other color don't know you can run but not hide
These are tales from the darkside...

Verse two:

You wanna free africa, i stare at yuh
Cuz we ain't got it too good in america
I can't fuck with them overseas
My homeboy died over a key of cocaine
It was plain and simple
The 9mm went <pop> to the temple
<pop pop pop> was the sound i put the bitch down
And ran to the schoolyard bathroom
Looked in the trash can yo it had room
So i ducked my ass in it for a minute
Covered with sweat i had the layback
Mad as fuck, thinkin' about the payback
Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun
I went home and cocked the barrel of my shotgun
It's gettin' critical - i start the five point o
There they go - drive real slow
I yelled out 'ice cube sucka'
Shot gun hit - and murder mutahfuckers
I told you last album, when i got a sawed off, bodies are hard off
Its a shame, that niggas die young
But to the light side it don't matter none
It'll be a drive by homicide
But to me its just another tale from the darkside...


Verse three: chuck d

Standing in the middle of war
The middle we flex
When we die, they won't make check
Ebony can't see to the darkside
The term they apply to us is a nigga
Call it what you want, cuz i'm comin' from the coroner
Same applies with a phd
Who'z black - don't wanna role - sells his soul
Watch his head go rollin'
Who the fuck are they foolin'?
Nobody knows, but i suppose the color of my clothes
Matches the color of the one on my face as they wonder whats under my waist
[standin on the verge] of them gettin' brown
Thats a fact got a fear on their bozack
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide
Yet cube, they can't fuck with the darkside!

Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack
Who's the mack? is it some brother in a big hat
Thinking he can get any bitch with a good rap?
Rolling in a fucked-up lincoln
Leaning to the side so it looks like he's sinking
Into that leopard interior
This nigga thinks every girl's inferior
To his tongue, get a dumb bitch sprung
As she's selling more butt
Don't even get a cut of the money
His name is sonny
And he know the play
And hope to od that he don't find a runaway
That's looking to become a star
He'll have your ass in and out of every car
With every on and rick, sucking every john's dick
Come short of the money, get your ass kicked
You don't like it but you still call him hunk
Last night the nigga put yo' ass in the trunk
You wanna leave but sonny started talking fast
And it make you wanna go and sell more ass
He's getting rich, you his bitch and it's like that
Now ask yourself
Who's the mack?
Who's the mack?

It is that fool that wanna pump the gas
Give you a sad story and you give him cash?
He starts macking and macking and you sucking
Quick to say i'm down on my luck
And you give a dollar or a quarter and he's on his way
Then you see his sorry ass the next day
Are you the one getting played like a sucka?
Or do you say, "get a job, motherfucker"?
Every day, the story gets better
He's wearing dirty pants and a funky-assed sweater
He claims he wants to get something to eat
But every day you find yourself getting beat
He gets your money and you run across the street don't look both ways
'cause he's in a daze
And almost get his ass hit for the crack
Now ask yourself
Who's the mack?
Who's the mack?

Is it that nigga in that club asking
Have you ever been in a hot tub?
I know the game so i watch it unfold
When i see the boy pinned to your earlobe
He's talking shit and you crack a smile
When he tell you that he can go buck wild
For a girl like you and make it feel good
You know it's drama but it sound real good
He started dragging and hopefully he can start tagging
The pussy so he can keep bragging
He say, "i'm 'a leave baby, can you go with me?"
The pussy so he can keep bragging
You wanna do it but you feeling like a h-o-e
You grab his hand, you leave and it's over
'cause the nigga ain't nothing but a rover
Ya knew the game and you still ended up on your back
Now ask yourself
Who's the mack?
Macking is the game and everybody's playing
And as long as you believe what they saying
Consider the a m.a.c.k. and with no delay
They are gonna get all the play
But when it comes to me, save the drama for your momma
It's ice cube and you know that i'm a
Mack in my own right
When it comes to rhyme and rap
'cause all i do is kick facts
Unlike iceberg slimm
And all of them be claimin' be p.i.m.p.
No, i'm not going out that way
I'm just a straight up n i double g a
Next time u get over on a fool
And you did the shit like real smooth
Thank ice cube for giving up the facts
And ask yourself
Who's the mack?
Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack

Now the taste of alcohol is filling up my bladder
What's the date and time it don't matter
Had a pocket full of phone numbers i was trying to sort
To make a long story short
Ran into this girl named carla
Knew her from the back seat of my homie's impala
She said what's up yeah what's the deal
Check the hairdo of course it ain't real
Then i looked down she was fat in the front
I asked how long, well about seven months
Oh how time flies when you're having fun
She said yeah but the damage is done
Where you been, on a little vacation
Oh by the way congratulations
Who's the lucky man? i don't have a clue
Then she said the lucky man is you
I dropped my brew
And everything looked fuzzy
Not a baby by you the neighborhood hussy
She said yeah remember that date
I thought back and tried to calculate
Then i said damn are you sure it's mine
Cause i know you been tossed plenty of times
She said that day no i wasn't whoring
Your ass is mine that's when the sweat started pouring
Cause all i saw was ice cube in court
Paying a gang on child support
Then i thought deep about giving up the money
What i need to do is kick the bitch in the tummy
Naw cause then i'd really get faded
That's murder one cause it was premeditated
So what i'm a do
I don't have a clue
How many months left damn only two
I'm gettin faded

No cigar, g
Ay yo homey man i'm getting faded

It's crazy cause before i could sleep with her
I had to duck and dodge and try to creep with her
See the booty and the front was all in place
But the girl had the pitbull face
So we ran jumped drove swam crawled hid
Oh lord god forbid
My homies see me at the motel
Cause those fools would love to just go tell
Everybody in the hood that knows your rep
So jump in the back seat and quiet is kept
And hold your big fat butt steady
Cause yo hoe i got the paper bag ready
She started moaning and gobbling like a turkey
I knocked the boots from here to albuquerque
I dropped her off man and i'm knowing
That i'm a hate myself in the morning
I got drunk to help me forget
Yo another day another hit shit
I'm gettin faded

Ay yo you know what time it is

Nine months later she's ready to drop the load
And everybody in the hood already knows
It's supposed to be mine so they laughing at me
You know ice cube can't be having that g
I'm thinking to myself why did i bang her
Now i'm in the closet looking for the hanger
Jd and jinx and t-bone won't let up they won't shut up
I'm gettin fed up bitch
Cause i know you're tryin to break me
But if i find out your tryin to fake me
I'm a buff that duff for a hoot
Beat ya down and leave a crown or two
That night she went into labor
And the shit is getting kinda major
The baby came out damn it was a lifesaver
Looking like my next-door neighbor
She said it was mine that was her best guess
But let's check the results of the blood test
I started smiling yeah cause it read negative
Damn why did i let her live?
After that i should've got the gat
And bust and rushed and illed and peeled the cap
But no i just told the hoe who laid me
Excuse me bitch it's a switch
You can't fade me

Naw baby not this way
Yo you ain't playing ice cube out like no booger
I don't fall for the okey-doke
And before i fall for the okey-doke
I let the pistol smoke
Now sing it
Yeah baby you can't fade me
Naw unfadable baby