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1. _ We Be Clubbin
Yaeeyaae uh huh uh huh brrr
We be clubbin'
Heyy hey heyy heyy look here look here first of all i wanna welcome
All y'all broke ass entreponiggas to the player's club. yaeeyaae
Verse 1:
It's packed niggas don't know how to act
We the macks v.i.p's in the back
With a stack of numbers
My niggas like 'em dumber
We oughta get 'em smarter
Baby take my order
The only shark that swim in henn no water
Got ya daughter doin' shit you don't think she oughta
Gave the order to slaughter any ass like that
You know how the loni act off the cognac
Brainiac with maniac mack 10 (my nigga)
Down ta get this mothafuckin' party crackin'
Nigga back in so we can smoke a dub
Down ta bump all these bitches at the club (yaeeyaae)
Show me love <chorus starts over this line>
Chorus:
We be clubbin'
Everybody likes when the girl
Shakes something
Nigga don't pull nothing (that's right)
We ain't dumping
We just bumpin' and bangin'
Like it ain't nothing wrong
Get ya club on (we be clubbin')
Ah, we be clubbin'(we be clubbin')
Yaeeyaae (we be clubbin' we be clubbin')
Verse 2:
We gettin' in free so what the fuck now
Wscg just touched down
Show a nigga 'round
Least take a nigga to the sto'
(y'all in fo the night?)
Hell no
Security bail slow up in the club
Remember when they push & shove
It's only love
Dubs for everybody waitin' on us
And fuck everybody hatin' on us
Debatin' on us but we only visitin'
Ain't tryin' ta fuck with niggas in lizard skins
I see you watching me, you should watch her
'cause if she sick of yo' shit i'm the doctor watch her
Show her to the car
& see how bad she wanna meet these stars
They know who we are (where we going?) westside
Nigga meet me by the bar
Bridge:
Shake it off shake it off take it off
Break it off break it off make it soft (4x)
Brrr (we be clubbin') uhh (uhh) (we be clubbin' 2x)
Verse 3:
Baby beware ice cube is on tilt
Waitress bitchin' off the drinks my nigga spilt
Everybody's sweatin' like it's armageddon
1999 party over oops i'ma still grind
Straight from the west put away yo' 9 (click click)
Dj can ya play my shit one mo' time
Goddamn you fine (my nigga speak on it)
She got ass for days (put a week on it)
Now everybody in the world love to go clubbin'
And after the club it's either breakfast or fuckin'
Hope we ain't duckin' from haters in the parking lot
Who ain't got nothin' tryin' to prove sumthin
Frontin' we be the niggas who be bluntin'
On our way to the marriott keep 'em very hot
Westside hittin' hairy cock all night long
Get ya club on!
Chorus
Bridge
Chorus:
We be clubbin'
Everybody likes when the girl
Shakes something
Nigga don't pull nothing (that's right)
We ain't dumping
We just bumpin' and bangin'
Like it ain't nothing wrong
Get ya club on
Homeboys show me love up in the club (yaeeyaae)
Homegirls show me love up in the club
Security show me love up in the club
Owners show me love up in the club
Waitress' show me love up in the club (yaeeyaae)
Bartenders show me love up in the club
L.a. show me love up in the club
The bay show me love up in the club
Chicago show me love up in the club (yaeeyaae)
St. louis show me love up in the club
Miami show me love up in the club
New york show me love up in the club
Detroit show me love up in the club (yaeeyaae)
Houston show me love up in the club
K.c. show me love up in the club
Denver show me love up in the club
D.c. show me love up in the club (yaeeyaae)
Atlanta show me love up in the club
Memphis show me love up in the club
Dallas show me love up in the club (yaeeyaae)
I might spend a dub. bitch!
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2. _ The Nigga Of The Century
[ice cube]
Say you little son of a bitch, what choo tryin' to be?
--when i'm big i wanna be a thug--
--you wanna be a thug, huh?! (yeah yeah)
What choo know (about) a thug, huh?! (yeah yeah)
You wanna see the bad guy?!
Look at ice cube (yeah yeah), that's the bad guy!
You need people like him, can point cha fingas!
Huh?! (yeah yeah) the fuck you know about this shit?!
You ready to die?! o - k a y
Where is that, you ready?
Cuz they ain't touch the bad guy!!! okay?--
I'm the nigga of the century
--oh, so zhuu a bad guy, c'mon prove it
C'mon, you think you bad?
How bad you are?!--
I'm the nigga of the century
-c'mon lets see how bad you are
C'mon bad guy! c'moawnl!!!--
(verse one) {:41}
We the worsest, all purpose
You want murderers?
Well you serve us, hattin' motherfuckers with curb dust
You heard us, don't shit make us nervous
Not even when these fuckin' feds try to serve us
Mention me, when you write it in your history
As a nigger with the key to the mistery
Grand motta ain word don't mean shit to me
Who gives a fuck what they think, and what they see
Live how i got to live
Give what i got to give
Teach my kids positive, as well as the negative
Hope to raise better kids
The world needs a seditive, pray to god that we let him live
--cuz you bad guy!-- i'm the nigga of the century
--the diamond scruff!-- all you niggas better mention me
--me that's who!-- it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me
--you better mention me!-- i'm the nigga of the century
--o - k a y !!!-- all you niggas better mention me
--me that's who!-- it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me
(verse two) {1:32}
A nigga told me to keep hope alive
Survive, and 95 'ill get you paradise
So i tried, nigga had to swallow his pride
But look into my eyes, i'm too wise to cook fries
Twelveth grade graduation, summer vacation
Mama said get the facin' on them applications
Didn't know back then, i was too young
Public school made me dumb as a motherfucker
What should i do in my life
Reverend price, do you got some advice
Before i roll the dice
A nigga don't wanna shoot craps, cuz it ain't all fun and games
When you tryin' to get that money mang
Gangbang, maintain or slang cane
T.v. got a nigga where he can't use his brain
What the fuck you talkin' bout, choose or loose
Bitch i don't know the motherfuckin' rules! (for real)
--cuz you bad guy!-- i'm the nigga of the century
--the diamond scruff!-- all you niggas better mention me
--me that's who!-- it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me
--you better mention me!-- i'm the nigga of the century
--o - k a y !!!-- all you niggas better mention me
--me that's who!-- it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me
(verse three) {2:36}
Who am i when it's do or die
You can see a man's sould thru the human eye
Can't spend all your lifetime gettin' high
Cuz you and i got to do, for you and i
Acktin' wild as a jevenile
Now my whole life depends on the outcome of a trial
Wait-pow! these people ain't playin' now
Got to bring 85 percent of the time now
Fuck that, rather roll with the ruff pack
In the jet black, listenin' to ruff rap
See it's quite simple, you bitches ass niggas don't know
What i've been thru, the weather's presedential
The warfare's mental, i sell my soul to the lord
For the perfect instrumental
And the number two pencil
And all the hussle found in chromasones of my kinfolk
--cuz you bad guy!-- i'm the nigga of the century
--the diamond scruff!-- all you niggas better mention me
--me that's who!-- it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me
--you better mention me!-- i'm the nigga of the century
--o - k a y !!!-- all you niggas better mention me
--me that's who!-- it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me
--yeah, ok ok ok ok, call loko take it easy mang, choo got it!
Choo leave it the fuckin' illest nigga to fuckin' shit you!
Dess no problem withs that! gawn'na fuck dat!
June have a fuckin' heart attack
It's over! everybody knows now!
It's no fuckin' secret
Joo know dis motherfucker, o - k a y ?!!
It's over! that's it, die !!!
Bang !!! bang !!! bang !!! bang !!! bang !!!--
(ice cube - 'pushsin weight' sample) {4:03}
~i got that bomb...bomb...tit-tit...
Tity-tit...tity-tity...tity bomb...bomb...bomb
W-when i hit you uhh uhh uhh...~
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3. _ Higher
Verse 1:
Yo, i wanna get high
I wanna get high
Walking through campus with my backpack
Bailin' to orientation
So i can change the nation
See many faces but none of 'em mirror me
Show my id to the punk ass security
Step on the quad lookin' for the track squad
Walked by a bitch who think she's god
Passing me a flyer talkin' 'bout the messiah
She wanna take me higher
Keep your rhetoric in the heavens
Look and see a bro' with a fro like michael evans
Done spent 6 years in the college
Always telling me to question the knowledge
Sittin' in the black hole with the black stroll
And not even one cave bitch in our click
Sayin' fuck professor fitz
I come from the land of the bloods and the crips (what's up nigga)
Don't like scholarships because they hurt me
Nothin' but a slave to the university
That's why ya see me on the track field run by ya
Caught by a liar who wanna take me higher
Chorus
Shit, he wanna take me higher
Wait until they get a load of me, shit shit
I wanna get high so high
Chocolate thai
Verse 2:
I wanna take flight ya goddamn right
It's a party every fucking night
Been there for about 6 weeks
Walked by the freaks
Look, black greeks
How the fuck ya figure
I dig ya me bein' from niggafied nigga
White boy in the room with me
Who never saw bet what the fuck
He's about to erupt and turn red
Start hangin' with the muthafuckin' skinheads
'cause he can't deal with the overkill
College ain't nothin' but niggerville
And he regret that his school is filled
With niggers jews and wetbacks
Plus chinks now he drinks
Hour after hour screaming white power
Motherfucker want me to call him sire
He wanna take me higher
Chorus
Shit he wanna take me higher
Shit wait until they get a load of me
Shit shit shit
Verse 3:
A girl gets date raped just like that
At a frat now she chase the cat
Feminist saying women is god's gift
Do you need a lift can i take a sniff
Do i sound sexist cause i'm chasin'
After deja she from texas?
Down to kick the asses of the fascists
Who wanna put me in the oven and burn me to ashes
But i'm not burnin' the world keeps turnin'
And nobody learnin'
'cause college is full of shit
Teachin' me to memorize nothin' but the lies
Chillin' at a rally for peace
The beast from white power up in the tower
With the m-1 gun and a scope on dope
Thinkin' he's the great white hope
Motherfucker levels off
He wanna see me 6 feet deep shoveled off
Cause columbus university is nothing but a empire
Who wanna take me higher
Chorus:
Shit they wanna take me higher
Wait until they get a load of me
Shit they wanna take me higher
They wanna take me higher
Unh damn they wanna take me higher
Damn wait until they get a load of me
Damn unh they wanna take me they wanna take me
Them muthafuckas'll never break me shit
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4. _ The Product
I was told, cause i didn't witness the whole act
In and out was the movement of the bozack
It was hot and sweaty and lots of pushin
Then the nut came gushin
And it was hell tryin to bail to the ovary
With nuttin but the lord lookin over me
I was white with a tail
But when i reached the finish line, young black male!
One cell made two, and two cells made fo'
And so on, so now i'm a embryo
Then i got a hunch
That i'ma be on lockdown, for nine months
Chillin, with my mother to guide me
And nuttin but a stomach to hide me
From all that worry and bullshit
Nine months later, i elbow pull and kick
Cause my time is up and i don't care
With one big push, i'm outta there
June 15th, it's just my luck
In 1969, a nigga is the product
"ghetto ass nigga, you ain't shit,
And you ain't gon' never be shit!"
I learned how to walk and talk and all that
They put me in school, but it don't matter
Cause i'm sittin in history
Learnin bout a sucker, who didn't give a fuck about me
They try to shape us
But i know uncle sam is a motherfuckin rapist
So i stopped payin attention
Ice cube, headed, straight to detention
Fuck that shit, i roam the hallways
I'm sent home and i don't got all a's
A high school dropout
My father had beef so i tried to knock pops out
But i got tossed, he's the boss
I'm out of there and mad cause i lost
Now bein on my own is a factor
So i become, the neighborhood jacker
Gimme your car, run your jewels
Makin a livin robbin fools
And if i let my nine rang out
You know, it'll make your brains hang out
So what's your fate?
Am i the nigga you love, or the one you love to hate?
The wrong answer is said, the nigga fled
I pump lead, now he's in a puddle of red
And if you got a buck, you're shit out of luck
Stuck up by the motherfuckin product
"uh-uh motherfucker you gots to get a job
If you wanna stay in my motherfuckin house"
"many young men reject the traditional values
That are important to their parents.
Church, school and family
Have been replaced by street, turf, and gang."
Twenty-one now, and paid in full
Feelin bad, from all the shit i pulled
On people back in the day
Plus, i got a little baby on the way
So i'm tryin to go straight
I'm with my baby's momma, out on a date
Til the punk ass cops ran my plate
Now i'm on a bus upstate
"oh, the young nigga done caught a case!"
"sittin in the mess hall, sayin my grace" -> ll cool j
Sent to a concrete hoe-house
Where all the products go, no doubt
Yo momma, i gotta do eleven
Livin in a five by seven
Dear baby, your man's gettin worn out
Of seein young boys gettin they assholes torn out
And then he got shanked with a spoon
And he was 'sposed to get out soon
Is it my fault, he was caught in production
Where a young black life means nothin
Just because, i didn't want to learn your grammar
You say i'm better off in the slammer
And it's drivin me batty
Cause my little boy, is missin daddy
I'm ashamed, but the fact is
I wish pops let me off on the mattress
Or should i just hang from the top bunk
But that's goin out like a punk
My life is fucked!
But it ain't my fault, cause i'm the motherfuckin product
"he ain't shit"
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5. _ Trespass
[ice-t]
How many bullets can your back hold, suckin from the hk
The red dot's on your dome, from the light ray
Boom bam bust oh shit kid, your head is a pile of puss
I'm kickin up much dust, the nigga ya can't trust
This is my shit, my hood, my turf
My gold, my grip, whatever the fuck it's worth
I don't need nobody comin in my territory
Tryin to rip a nigga off and fuck your fuckin sob stories
[ice cube]
Take a good look at my motherfuckin jacker
About to feel the wrath, of a greedy ass cracker
Pale as snow, so you know the hoe stand out
Comin in my hood with his hand out
Tryin to get over on the black, but the motherfuckin mack
Will put a fuckin slug in his back
And with the boom ping ping, it ain't no thing to blast
On greedy motherfuckers that trespass
Chorus
[ice cube]
Olly olly outcome free, here come the g
I'm saggin, and enter the dragon like bruce lee
I gots to get mo' money mo' money
Can't get pussy with no money
See i'm kind of greedy, cause all my heroes
Got zeroes in back of a one
Here's my gun, about to get paid at last
But now i'm gettin covered, in dirt and grass, kick it
[ice-t]
The madder i get, the higher the debt, the deeper you get
The thicker the sweat
Cause i'm a nigga with fat clout
But ya in, but ya gotta get back out
No easy job, for some suckers is out to rob
Crosshair on your dome and your mind's blown
You wanna go home... ain't that a bitch?
Cube, dig the ditch (yep)
Chorus
[ice-t]
I got a full time job of takin suckers out
Breakin em off, yea word, i love revokin clout
Test me, stress me, who could the best be?
The teflon nine go through vests g
But when you're greedy you don't care about life itself
You're chasin extreme wealth
You can't be trusted cause trust ain't in the fuckin game
Scandalous is your fuckin name
[ice cube]
I'm the motherfucker you're stuck wit
Ice cube -- "wronnnnnnng nigga to fuck wit!"
I'm rich, pitchin a bitch about gettin mo'
The big fish, swimmin in big dough
The g backstabber, i got ta have a
Lexus coupe, when i troop
With the ski mask, gotta get the cash
My homeboy ain't home, so fuck it i'll trespass
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6. _ Friday
Verse one:
You know it ain't no stoppin all tha doggs i'm droppin
It's friday night so everythang is poppin.
I got skin lets spin on da hand,
So let tha games begin.
Yakity yak don't jump back or its on,
Callin up earl on tha car phone.
Mack 10 just got out of court,
Rollin through tha hood in his super sport ropin too $hort.
Eighteens got tha rearview mirrors vibratin,
And deep dish daytons.
You know how we do it,
Ain't nuttin to it but tha floss,
Overcrowdin harrison walks.
'cuz if ya fuck wit ours,
We leave scars,
Out of g ride cars,
Livin like stars.
Might hit tha highway,
On tha vegas run fool 'cuz its friday.
Chorus:
Oh yeah, throw ya neighborhood in tha air,
If ya don't care. [x2]
Verse two:
Standin outside on a friday livin on tha edge,
'cuz we all got 'dem hard heads.
It's seems like we all are waitin,
For a drive by playin tag wit satan.
But we chillin yeah we ready and willin,
Ya hear about tha latest westside killin.
Forty sippin,
Set trippin,
Fo' dippin,
Get tha grip in,
Neva slippin.
Bg's tryin tah hang out,
But og said take ya little ass in tha house.
My big homey just got out,
Used tah be down now he's just crack ad.
He's bout hard as darth vada
In his sweat shirt, khakis and chuck taylors.
Just see him in the drive way,
Gettin beat like a smoka fool 'cuz it's friday.
-chorus-
Verse three:
Why must i be like dat and chase da cat,
Or settle for a hoodrat.
Dookie braids no dreadlocks,
Flyin in and out of jail have a chicken and a cock.
And i love her 'cuz she down,
Tah fuck around wit tha underground pussyhound.
And her ass is big round and wide,
Jacked up makin nigga down tah ride.
Smokin indo,
Playin dat super nintendo,
Hear a rat tat tat on my window.
Gave her ass dat pelvic thrust,
Don't trust tha rubber 'cuz its bound tah bust.
In tha oven in tha nappy,
I had on two so i was happy.
'cuz dat hiv'll make ya dick hang sideways,
And dat ain't cool fool 'cuz its friday.
-chorus-
Throw tha west side in da air,
Throw tha east side in da air,
Throw tha south side in da air,
Throw tha north side in da air.
Oh yeah!
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7. _ 24 Wit An L
*originally appeared as a b-side to cube's "check yo self" single
24 with an l, 24 years old and i got life in this motherfucker...
24 with an l as i bail through the concrete, shit is kinda deep
Deep, deeper than atlantis, you got to know who the man is
L.a. better known as pelican's bay
The ghetto bird's got the word from the stool pigeon
A bird in the hand can't beat a chicken
There ain't no warden (shit)
Just broken glass fucking up my jordans
Twice upon the time in the projects
I done got jacked for my rolex
But i keep going, let it pass
Cause the swap meet got a sale on ski masks
And my little homie kevin
Been carjacking since '87 (really doe)
L.a. is like a jail cell
And i got 24 with an l
"get in that cell, nigger" (repeat 8x)
Now, i made a little money, good
But i still want to live in the hood
But buying new fly shit
Is just like inviting ants to a picnic
There's just too many sets
And now i'm getting those kidnap threats
But who wanna get wet?
Cause i'll soak ya, you think i'm fat like oprah
All i got is a little piece of nothing
And now you want to jack all the sudden
Rahter have me face down on the floor
Instead of that devil you work for
Motherfucking coward
And clowning my man cause he wants to go to howard
Now i got a strap when i bail
Through the hood, 24 with an l
"get in that cell, nigger" (repeat 8x)
24 years, but see i got life
Sorry mike, it does matter if you're black or white
Cause i'm up against the black and white
They spread my legs and grab my nuts tight
Niggas keep hitting me up
And bitches try to get a drop of nut
Asking me to dick this
So they can blow up, throw up from the morning sickness
Keep my shoulder on the wall like the county
Cause you buster-ass niggas can't clown me
South of pee go, that's where we go
Deep in a regal, desert eagle
Sitting on my lap like a bitch with a gat
Westside's on the map
So if you want to scrap or even drop shells
24 with an l
"get in that cell, nigger" (repeat 12x)
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8. _ Dead Homiez
Verse one:
Up early in the morning, dressed in black
Don't ask why? 'cause i'm down in a suit and tie
They killed a homie that i went to school with(damn!)
I tell ya life ain't shit to fool with
I still hear the screams of his mother
While my nigga laid dead in the gutter(shit!)
And it's getting to my temple
Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo?
It makes me so mad i want to get my sawed-in
And have some bodies hauled in
But no, i pay my respects and i'm through(whaddup cube?)
Hug my crew, and maybe shed a tear or two
And i wanna get blitz
Grab my 40 ounce and then i reminisce
About a brother who had to be the one and only
So i dedicate this to my dead homiez...
Verse two:
Another homie got murdered on a shakedown{three gun shots}
And his mother is at the funeral, havin' a nervous breakdown
Two shots hit him in the face when they blasted{two gun shots}
A framed picture and a closed casket
A single file line about 50 cars long
All drivin' slow with they lights on
He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath
What good is that when you're six feet deep?
I look at that shit and gotta think to myself
And thank god for my health
'cause nobody really ever know
When it's gonna be they family on the front row
So i take everything slow, go with the flow
And shut my motherfuckin' mouth if i don't know(word!)
'cause that's what pops told me
But i wish he could have said it...to my dead homiez
Verse three:
I remember we painted our names on the wall for fun
Now it's "rest in peace" after every one
Except me, but i ain't the one to front
Seems like i'm viewin' a body after every month
Plus, i knew him when he was yea big
Pour beer on the curb before i take a swig
But somethin' ain't right
When it's a tragedy, that's the only time that the family's tight
Lovin' each other in a caring mood
There's lots of people and lots of food
They say "be strong" and you're tryin'
But how strong can you be when you see your pops cryin'?
So that's why ice cube's dressed up
Because the city is so fuckin' messed up
And everybody is so phony
Take a little time...to think about your dead homiez.
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9. _ My Loved One
[cube]
Nigga ain't tryin' to do too much
All i wanna do is have fun with my loved ones (yaaeyae)
Spend a hun' on my loved ones (yaeeyae)
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins
(repeat w/)
I like to get down with my peoples & my folks
My dogs & my locs the room filled with smoke (brr)
I got these crip niggas talkin' to the bloods
& niggas ain't spreadin' slugs but spreadin' love (yeah)
It's the thang we do since ' 92
What's the use of you killing me & me killing you?
We at the picnic off the liquid
We the illest in town & nobody gets sick
Heard these freaks don't get along
Cause one hair is short & one's is long
The dick don't care 'bout no hair
What you talkin' 'bout? we can work it out
When you with me nigga all the drinks on the house
All i wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun' on my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins
[s.k.] what you wanna do?
All i wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun' on my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins (yaeeyae)
[s.k.] what they hittin' fo cube?
[cube]
Oh you wanna pay the price
I'm like poltergeist when i get ya dice
I make 'em do thangs
Man i got the method like wu-tang
Have you niggas changin' like mood rings
So we should kick back on this six pack
Where them bitches at with the fifth of yak (cognac)
(oh they went to get some food too)
I know the people that you came with
& hang with but who's you?
[s.k.]
They call me short khop
I'm the nigga in the bathroom with
2 bitches & the do' locked (you??)
I know you famous & i must be buzzin'
But can't nobody give head like yo' cousin (ah fuck you)
All i wanna do is have fun with yo' loved ones
Spend a hun' with yo' loved ones
Make a run with yo' loved ones
Yo' relatives & yo' cousins (ha haa)
(what you wanna do?)
All i wanna do is have fun with yo' loved ones
Spend a hun' with yo' loved ones
Make a run with yo' loved ones
Yo' relatives & yo' cousins
[cube]
Now be careful on yo' way home
You know it's on with the police
They can't see a nigga get no peace
They pull you over never carin' if you drunk or sober
They wanna fuck with yo' nuts
Call yo' baby momma sluts put you in cuffs
In the afterworld yo' ass gon' get touched
We see you later workin' for them haters
Fuckin' space invaders comin' up the elevators
To 304 damn that's my suite
Why you bammin' on the fuckin' do' & holdin' heat
Bring yo' ass in come on have a seat
We can meet over somethin' to eat
Muthafucka
Cause
All i wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun' with my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins
(what you wanna do?)
All i wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun' with my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins
(it's on me& you)
C: i ain't fuckin' with no niggas that don't love me bitch
Fuckin' with y'all muthafuckas.
We through with the bullshit.
Kick rocks nigga if you with that bullshit kick rocks
All i wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins
Connect gang he hah connect gang
Put it down like this...
Put it down like this & never ever miss
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10. _ Who Are You Lovin
Mr short khop:
Nasty girl, nasty girl, in ya own little nasty world (4x)
Chorus:
We just smokin, drinkin and fuckin,
And we aint dumpin nothin baby who are you lovin
(who loves you baby)
Verse 1:
We got a room full a clownin
And baby here got tha mean stark got me frownin
And we bout it like them niggaz from orleans
And puts it down like we court grime from green to green
Make ya scrilify any means, fuckin up any sceams
Or any plots that you got, you best had get rocks
We gets knots, 40 aint tha lots fuck a mule
My lil nigga hit tha fuel, and traffic bitches bust you
To get used by the cliq with tha bomb dick like tha fuse
Like noah, take em in two's for 40 dayz and 40 nights
In tha double tree up 40 flights.
Chorus: (x2)
Verse 2:
We can see that you fuck wit too many stars
We can tell em how u fuckin up that miny bar
Already know u problably worked at tha tity bar
We see yo tittys and yo ass got u pretty far
Fly bitches aint impressed by a lil gold
But soakin wet off the power that a nigga hold
All ???????? that a nigga fold
Bust a load, just as soon as we get u blowed
Get ya purse and ya pager dont forget ya coat
Before ya leave slip ya other girlfriend a note
Tellin her to shake u and bring back a quote
You get my vote for tha one with tha deepest throat.
Chorus: (x2)
I know this is a gang a bitches by tha silhouette
Niggaz ran through a few and aint finished yet
Cuz when it come to tha hoes and time to get it wet
We only keep tha startin 5 like tha pinatech
They hit us off wit tha tongue fo tha nut licks
And follow through to duck6 and butt licks
Nigga fuck tricks, they in tha back wit they legs up
And im gon tell u how i want it whether head or guts
Im spread nuts, set it up, i show you how to wet it up
2 and 3 to 4 how this nigga kept it up,
Up to bat the 3rd time, nigga struck out
Blamed it on tha bitch and told her "get the fuck out"
(people say its dirtyyy, people say its wrong
They look at out music like its a nasty song, its nasty!!)
Nasty girl nasty girl in ya own lil nasty world (x2)
(people say its dirtyyy, people say its wrong
They look at out music like its a nasty song, its nasty!!)
Nasty girl nasty girl in ya own lil nasty world (x4)
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11. _ How To Survive In South Central
"and now, the wonderous world of.."
"hey, come to los angeles!
You and your family can have peace and tranquility.
Enjoy the refinement.."
"hey bone, hey nigga where you at though?"
"hello, my name is elaine --
And i'll be your tour guide through south central los angeles"
[ice cube]
How to survive in south central (what you do?)
A place where bustin a cap is fundamental
No, you can't find the shit in a handbook
Take a close look, at a rap crook
Rule number one: get yourself a gun
A nine in your ass'll be fine
Keep it in your glove comparment
Cause jackers (yo) they love to start shit
Now if you're white you can trust the police
But if you're black they ain't nothin but beasts
Watch out for the kill
Don't make a false move and keep your hands on the steering wheel
And don't get smart
Answer all questions, and that's your first lesson
On stayin alive
In south central, yeah, that's how you survive
"hi this is elaine again.
Are you enjoying your stay in south central los angeles,
Or is somebody taking your things? have you witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
So you and your family can enjoy this tape, over and over again."
"this is los angeles." "this is los angeles."
[ice cube]
Rule number two: don't trust nobody
Especially a bitch, with a hooker's body
Cause it ain't nuttin but a trap
And females'll get jacked and kidnapped
You'll wind up dead
Just to be safe don't wear no blue or red
Cause most niggaz get got
In either l.a., compton or watts
Pissed-off black human beings
So i think you better skip the sight-seeing
And if you're nuttin but a mark
Make sure that you're in before dark
But if you need some affection mate
Make sure the bitch ain't a section eight
Cause if so that's a monkey-wrench hoe
And you won't survive in south central
"now you realize it's not all that it's cracked up to be.
You realize that it's fucked up!
It ain't nothin like the shit you saw on tv.
Palm trees and blonde bitches?
I'd advise to you to pack your shit and get the fuck on;
Punk motherfucker!"
And you need your ass straight smoked
Yo i wanna say whassup to dj chilly chill
Sir jinx, aiyyo cube these motherfuckers don't know what time it is
So show these motherfuckers what's happenin
Tell these motherfuckers, don't fuck around in south central
God damnit!
[ice cube]
Rule number three: don't get caught up
Cause niggaz are doing anything that's thought up
And they got a vice
On everything from dope, to stolen merchandise
We discern
Cause south central l.a., is one big yearn
Waitin for a brother like you to catch a disease
And start slangin ki's
To an undercover or the wrong brother
And they'll smother, a out of town motherfucker
So don't take your life for granted
Cause it's the craziest place on the planet
In l.a. heroes don't fly through the sky of stars
They live behind bars
So everybody's doin a little dirt
And it's the youngsters puttin in the most work
So be alert and stay calm
As you enter, the concrete vietnam
You say, the strong survive
Shit, the strong even die, in south central
Yeah you bitches, you think i forgot about your ass,
You tramp-ass hoes? you better watch out.
And for you so called baller-ass niggaz,
You know what time it is. south central ain't no joke.
Got to keep your gat at all times motherfuckers.
Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip god damnit.
You'll sho' get got, just like that.
This ain't no joke motherfuckers.
Now i wanna send a shout-out to e-dog, the engineer,
Puttin his two cents in..
"this is los angeles."
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12. _ The Wrong Nigga To Fuck With
Godamn, it's a brand new payback
From the straight, fucks the mack and straights ganks the black
How many muthafuckers gotta pay
Went to the shelf and dusted off the ak
Cops gotta get pealed
'cause the nigga you love to hate still can kill at will
It ain't no pop 'cause that sucks
And you can new jack swing on my nuts
Down wit the niggaz that i bail out
I'm platinum bitch and i didn't have to sell out
Fuck you ice cube, that's what the people say
Fuck america still wit the triple k
Cause you know when my nine goes buck
It will bust your head like a watermelon dropping 12 stories up
Now let's see who'll drop
Punk muthafuckers trying to ban hip-hop
Fuck r & b and the running man
I'm the one to stand wit the gun in hand
Make sure before you buck wit duck quick
Punk, 'cause i'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit
Hell yea, zone you better tell 'em
Ice cube and i'm rolling wit the muthafucking lm
It's the #1 crew in the area
Make a move for your gat and i'll bury ya
Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt
Punks roaming what i put in work
'cause lenchmob niggaz are the craziest
And y'all muthafuckers can't fade my shit
South central, that's where the lenchmob dwell
Hitting fools up wit the big ass l
One time can't hold me back
Sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs
Stop giving juice to the raiders
'cause al davis never paid us
I hope he wear a vest
It's all about the l-e-n-c-h y'all know the rest
Muthafucking crew, muthafucking mob
Doing muthafucking job in a muthafucking squad
In '91 ice cube grew strong and bigger
And i'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit
Like i said, it's a brand new payback
9-91, let's see who beats the jack
Sir jinx grew a little bit taller
(beat the wack beats out) to muthafucking baller
And hoes can't row on
Even bitches looking like en vogue gotta hold on
Don't let me catch daryl gates in traffic
I gotta have it, to peal his cap backwards
I hope he wear a vest too and his best blew
Going up against the zulu
Break his spine like a jellyfish
Kick his ass til it smells of shit
Off wit the head, off wit the head i say
And watch the devil start kicking
Run around like a chicken, grand dragon finger licking
Yo, turn him over wit a spatula
Now he got kentucky fried cracker
Mess wit the cube, you get pump quick
Pig, cause i'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit
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13. _ A Bird In The Hand
(big bird: sesame street)
Hey look at this! i was cleaning out my nest
And i found a book of my old poetry
(ice cube)
Fresh out of school cause i was a high school grad
Gots to get a job cuz i was a high school dad
Wish i got paid like i was rappin' to the nation
But thats not likely, so here's my application
Pass it to the man at at&t
Cuz when i was in school i got the a. e. e.
But there's no s. e. for this youngsta
I didn't have no money so now i have to hunch the
Back like a slave, thats what be happenin
But whitey says there's no room for the african
Always knew that i would boycott, jeez
But welcome to mcdonalds can i take your order please
Gotta sell ya food that might give you cancer
Cuz my baby doesn't take no for an answer
Now i pay taxes that you never give me back
What about diapers, bottles, and similac
Do i gotta go sell me a whole lotta crack
For decent shelter and clothes on my back?
Or should i just wait for help from bush
Or jesse jackson, and operation push
If you ask me the whole thing needs a douch
A masengel what the hell cracker sale in the neighborhood
To the whorehouse bitches,
Miss porker, little joe or todd bridges
Or anybody that he know
So i got me a bird, better known as a kilo
Now everybody know i went from po' to a nigga that got dough
So now you put the feds against me
Cause i couldn't follow the plan of the presidency
I'm never givin' love again
Cuz blacks are too fuckin broke to be republican
Now i remember i used to be cool
Till i stopped fillin' out my w-2
Now senators are gettin' hired
And your plan against the ghetto backfired
So now you got a pep talk
But sorry, this is our only room to walk
Cause we don't want a drug push
But a bird in the hand is worth more than the bush
Tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)
Tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)
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14. _ U Ain't Gonna Take My Life
* originally appeared as a b-side to cube's "wicked" single
Mr. dirty harry, you look really scary
With your .357, officer kevin
Spent 11 years on the force trying to get mine
Head got the flat top, boots got the spit shine
Don't give a fuck about my neighborhood
Just wanna do your eight hours, then hit the showers
Shoot a brother down adn you don't send flowers
Goddamn sherrif, can't wait to tarriff
A chunk of a nigga ass, but watch a nigga blast
And get away nigga fast
You ain't gonna have me face down no more
You ain't gonna have a chance to clown no more
To the boys in blue, i got kids too
Ain't going out like a jigaboo, no no no
On my way to the store
You see me in a range rover, now you gotta pull me over
But where oh where is the ticket?
You got your hand on your gun cause you're wicked
You don't like the face of the original man
But you gotta treat me like an individual man
Talk right and i'll talk right back
Show some goddamn respect to the black
Cause i gotta get back to my wife
But i'm sorry, you ain't gonna take my life
Just because you got a badge
Did you think ice cube was gonna wave the white flag?
Cracker please, you can yell freeze
I'd rather die standing up than die on my knees
You think you can do anything you want to do
To my crew when you come through, man fuck you
Shooting up south central
Catch your ass slipping at a rent show
Could have popped you off, one dead cop
But i know you got a wife and a dog named spot
I show a little mercy cause i'm civilized
Looking through a nigga's eyes at a much bigger prize
But when i saw rodney it got me so hot
Made me wanna go out and pop me a cop
Cause every time you see me sagging
Here comes the grand dragon, in the motherfucking patty wagon
Try to play me like a trick
Sometimes you act like a dick, mr. nightstick
Back then, i used to throw my mack-10
But nowadays you got the black skin
Back then you don't like the voice of a nigga named ice
But you ain't gonna take my life
You man let's get an understanding
I know that your job is demanding
But i only got me one life to live
You only got about six shots to give
And i got a big ak with a 50-round clip
So why should we trip?
You ain't gonna punk me, so what you trying for?
Ain't no job worth dying for, is it?
Might pay a visit to petey wheatstraw
When you stop me on the shore, officer of the law
And if i did something wrong, you can lock me up
Never never never gonna sock me up
So next time you have the urge, all of the sudden
To fuck with a nigga for nothing
Think about me, a brother that's 23
I got a son and a j-o-b
So before you pull your gun, you'd better think twice
Pig, cause you ain't gonna take my life
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15. _ The World Is Mine
The world is mine (*whispered* the world is mine)
(repeat 4x)
The world, belongs to me
Niggaz don't know my pedigree, w-s to the c
We be them hogs, that make it rain cats and dogs
We got the "bud" just like them frogs
Now everybody on the west, show some love
And everybody on the east, respect the corniche, it's not on lease
Breakin laws, swimmin through the water like jaws
Gumby's pause, and take they drawers, no balls
God damnit, niggaz take my planet for granted i can't stand it
Catch a flight across the atlantic
Step off the plane, nuttin but expense of the game
Bitch i'm rich you know my name, show me the cane
Now are you sure? one hundred percent pure
Cause if it's not, believe me the shit gettin hot
I got a plot to make your whole family deaf dumb and blind
(tell em one more time) the world is mine
Chorus: ice cube
The world is mine nigga, back up
I gots to get mine before i act up
(repeat 2x)
It's a quarter to eight, i'm not finished my plate
I got a phone call to make, my niggaz tell me it's fake
Oh what a mistake, here's what i want you to break
Tie his feet with some weight, throw his ass in a lake
And then set up a date, between me and his mate
Tell her lobster and steak, and bitch don't be late
Oh the pussy was great, i'm still sealin your fate
Cause you can't imitate, the nigga you love to hate
Chorus
Can i grin, show my fin, i'm down with mack 10
Dub-c, k-dee, and kausion
It don't stop, niggaz get to bowin a lot
When we enter the spot, look all the niggaz we got
Worldwide, nigga take a look outside
Got a brother named clyde, he's like jekyll and hyde
Ice cube is the lick, westside is the click
(can't get enough of this gangsta shit)
You wanna check our cajones we got the feds up on us
We gotta roll on daytonas because we know that they want us
And if they catch us in rap, it's a reasonable doubt
My niggaz pointin me out, my momma scream and she shout
But we got enough green, from our triple beam
To hire the prosecution, and the dream team
This world ain't nuttin but a dollar sign (ching ching)
I'm a partner in crime, the world is mine
Chorus
[mack 10]
Yeah, you punk ass niggaz know the side, so check it
When you meet us, you better bring your heaters
Cause the only way you could beat us, is if you cheat us nigga
Chorus
[mack 10]
We tight, ha hah
Where you from nigga?
Where you from nigga?
(tell them one mo' time) ice cube: the world is mine (4x)
Ha ha ha, westside
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16. _ Pushin Weight Remix
[clark kent]
What if i get that nigga ice cube to do another joint?
With my nigga noreaga this time (thugged out)
And my nigga from philly lil' gil?
Niggas don't know what the fuck's gon' happen next
Y'all niggas might just have problems, these niggas bout to shit
[noreaga]
Ay-yo, iraq, shit, yo i own that land
With-a, lord amiya like the rest of the clan
My man karate kai, he like still in the can
Bless this, go to u.i. like the rest of the fam
These little niggas growin up, straight diggin they lives
Ain't really fuckin with the two, now they fuckin with five
But its, sad to see the hood mad at me
Cause i went from nore to your majesty
The same niggas that i gruff'd wit and threw up with
And the same motherfuckers that i grew up with
Had free lunch with, played stickball with
Now-a-days they like papi on some frontin shit
Fuck noreaga, now i'm melvin flynt
Yo the hustler, i ain't a player, i'm just a hustler
(damn) niggas that'll love ya, and straight touch ya
Yo its drastic, hit you with the glock plastic
What, run you over with the van-tastic
N-o-r-e, spit rhymes professionaly
Your boy, ?dunn gone dead? wanna run with me
Every pass you throw will get intercepted
International thug, you're just domestic
I drink shmirnoff, alcohol infected. its like...
Chorus: ice cube and noreaga
[noreaga: 'what what' in background continuously]
Cube: i push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight a yeah-yeah!
*repeat 3x*
[ice cube]
I heard you stopped, can't rap ho
You niggas duck from the schrapnel
I'm pushin weight like a fat sew
Ghetto fab, i'm in the city again (be-atch)
Got you motherfuckers lookin shitty again (be-atch)
See that nigga noreaga got them zig-zags
And our mags got you fags wearin shit bags
For life, nigga we could do life or do it right
Tonight, nigga, we can earn stripes and blast mics
Talk about the steppin off
A motherfucker ain't never been the underboss
Always i blaze in hallways, all days
You bitches ain't nothin but frugas'
Yeah-yeah, you better ask about me - poppa doc
And ask every freak you know: who got the cock?
So blaze one for the nation, i take vacation, offa conversation
Give niggas irritation, cause i don't rap about the nation
Get the catalogue, i battle dogs, and we'll see, only the strong will
Survive
Fuck the source and the vibe (fuck em)
We don't ride, we drive-by
We westside, nigga realize, we alive
So you can get beef, lewinsky
Double-double say cheese, butt naked please
Chorus
[gilly the kid]
Yo, its a shame though, lil' niggas messin up the game, yo
Heard me spit and all a sudden got the same flow (gilly rule!)
I die in the streets thats how the game go
I'ma tell you one more time, now let your chain go
I shoot to kill, you blast but you aim low
A ground shooter, me surrounded by troopers
Pretty women, gorgeous feet, with round hooters
You was born to fail, gonna die around losers
Bitch niggas get scared straight
But rich niggas cop a ninety-nine benz september of ninety-eight
I ran up on you clowns with a nine on the waist
Run in your face, blot in your space, findin your safe
See you really are the fake we the cats that won't break
You niggas start snitchin at your day upstate
So on that note, when you come home, i'm pop you with the eight
At both of your kneecaps, where your weave be at (damn)
You little sissy, on the streets, you was real pretty
Went to jail, got a story to tell, now you biggie?
See i'm the sure shots, you cats is the maybes
I'm the real thing and you niggas is frugasis
Crazy fake diamonds, fake shinin
And if you got less than nine and a half, you fake grindin
Name other trio thats fuckin with us rhymin
Gil, cube, and nore
A whole different story
Chorus
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17. _ My Skin Is My Sin
* originally appeared as a b-side to cube's "really doe" single
Motherfucker, you'd better break yourself...
[ice cube]
My skin is my sin, look at my complexion
Section 8, erection great
Balls like ru paul and a big fat plank
Get you higher than a spike lee joint
See i'm a chicken hawk and i'm hunting chicken and watermelon
It ain't nothing but hard time bailing
Just got a misdomener
Cause i got a deuce-five, and i'm black as sarafina
Get the hell out somolia, we didn't call y'all
I can't wait till i can kill all y'all
Fuck reggie denton and jimmy (johnny) cochran
Damn i couldn't get close enough to sock him
I plead guilty your honor
Cause i dissed the pope more times than sinead o'connor
Huh huh, cool, like butthead and beavis
Truer than the mack but i'm downer than he is
And that police chief named willie
Can take his motherfucking ass back to philly
Dropped a bomb on a crew named "move"
Years ago, here's a hoe
That's ready to stop me, they think i'm khadafi
Rolling in a six-tre jalopy
They want to give me ten in the pen cause i'm smelling like hen
My skin is my sin
My s-k-i-n is my s-i-n ("burning our black skin") (repeat 2x)
[ice cube]
I get around like tupac, just bought a new glock
And i want what you got
So please give it up so i can live it up
Just like the rich but i still eat grits
I don't know karate
But i can still beat the dog shit out of nazis
You claim you want to put in work
Plotting to blow up a church
See you devils are all the same
You'll gun down a congregation in jesus' name
Using me as a scapegoat, well cracker don't sleep
Far from a goat, more like a black sheep
Lamb of god, and it's odd
That allah is a man that don't need a tan
And you can't stand when i talk like that
And why do black men have to walk like that?
Cause we swing low like a chariot
And now i got harriet all on my dick
Cause my shoe size is much bigger than a motherfucking 10
My skin is my sin
My s-k-i-n is my s-i-n ("burning our black skin") (repeat 2x)
[w.c.]
Who's that janky-ass nigga with last?
Standing like a g pissing on america's flag
Dub c, the nigga from westside
Westide maad circle bailing with a double barrel
Cause uh, my skin is my sin
And all i need is knowledge of self and ammunition is my best friend
When it's time to roll nigga, we ain't calling on jesus
I'm calling mad dog for the 9 millimeters
Cause i give the song with those peckerwoods to the fullest
And a bitch by the name of america's on it
The same bitch that jacked my forefathers
And the indians took my motherfucking religion
Place a holy bible in my hand, but for what?
Like jim kelly said, "you try to set me up?" shit...
I'm too slick for your lies in disguise
When will you devils open your eyes and realize?
Like pepsi, niggas got a new generation
And we don't want your american education
Ain't no brain washing this way
Fuck america, tom meztger, and kkk
And to the cracker named j.b. stoner
Don't let me catch you on no corners
I see you on tv talking more shit
But just like your punk-ass anscestors, you's a bitch
You's a bitch if i ever saw one
Grand wizard bring your ass on imperial so we can get physical
And watch god show and prove
Not only mentally but physically the black man rules
So run devil run, you's to best start running
Because the niggas are coming, oh, the niggas are coming
And ain't no way you gon' win
Cause i come from a tribe of o.g.'s and my skin is my sin
My s-k-i-n is my s-i-n ("burning our black skin") (repeat 2x)
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18. _ Jackin For Beats
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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19. _ Get Off My Dick And Tell Yo Bitch To Come Here (remix)
[flavor flav] stay off his dick!
Nigga, some don't think i can flow, so here we go
To a new track, to show the wack, that i can throw
Styles that show up, i blow up and blast here
Niggaz still trippin off the shit i said last year
About a bitch is a bitch is a hoe is a slut
And i don't like niggaz on my nuts!
So i dedicate this one to the groupie
And the charlie, all on my snoopy
Brothers keep askin, "ice cube yo when will you bust"
They surround me and make a big fuss
Now i was taught, back on my block
That you don't ride on nobody's jock
For anything they do, fuck him and his crew
Unless, you were gettin paid too!
I'm not saying this to diss each and every fan
Women you can ride, man be a man!
Shake my hand, and make it a firm shake
Say, "whattup ice cube?" and then break
Cause if you're hangin there i'ma tell you loud and clear
Get off my my dick nigga, and tell your bitch to come here
* cut n scratch of flavor flav saying "stay off his dick"
And ice cube saying "all on my snoopy" *
* cut n scratch of flavor flav saying "yo yo check this out"
And ice cube saying "i'ma tell you loud and clear" *
[ice cube]
Motherfucker, back up off me
I'm not signin no autographs, i'm not givin no free t-shirts
And i'm not havin none of this bullshit you're talkin
Youknowhati'msayin?
("get off my dick nigga, and tell your bitch to come here")
I step into the club, to rub-a-dub
It seems like all the little hoes fall in love
With my money, cause yo about a year ago
I was just your ordinary average everyday crazy ass bro
But you know, i just can't be equal
Cause they know, i know a lot of famous people
But to a one-night stand, there's no sequel
Here's the pickle, pretend it's a popsicle
See for a fat booty, i do damage
They think i'm a star, so i take advantage
It's just another ice cube groupie test
She's a hoe cause they knew her at the front desk
Told her to meet me, at the room 110
And the bitch showed up, with her boyfriend
I let him in, all he could do was grin
He had a camera, a t-shirt, a pad and pen
He said, "yo ice cube, can you sign this?"
I only did it cause his bitch was the finest
She blew me a kiss and gave a bitter frown
Like - how can we get rid of this clown?
Me and her sat down, he got a little jealous
Cause his punk ass sat in the middle of us
And he asked me question after question
It felt like a motherfuckin interview session
Then his girl got up, i heard the do' shut
And he was still there, swingin from my nuts
I said, "get the fuck out!" and made it loud and clear
Get off my dick nigga, and tell your bitch to come here
I see me about ten mark ass motherfuckers fans
Knock on the door, talkin about whassup?
Yo man, it was about a hundred and twenty dicks man
Niggaz start, niggaz comin out of hotel rooms
Without no bitches!
They can get gaffled like they in a motherfuckin raffle
Punk ass
[ice cube]
Yo, i respect the respectable
If your girl is all on my dick, check the hoe
Say, "yeah that nigga he can rap fly
But you know, stars are up in the sky"
Cause all i got is hard dick, and bubblegum
Just ran out my last stick is where i'm comin from
I'm not tellin you to diss mr. ice cube
Cause you know, i'm the one that can show and prove
Now groupie girls, i just make em wait
But the groupie boys, i can't tolerate
I hate it so much, i'ma start givin stitches
To the niggaz that's starin like bitches
Cause i'm not a fairy, a mary or a faggot
Gimme the eye, i'll fly, and tag it
Now you see? jockin ain't healthy
Cause you think that i'm young and i'm wealthy?
With juice, so i see you try to run behind
But i'ma tell you punk, you gets none of mine
Cause i was taught, see a fool, use a fool
By the niggaz who terrorized the old school
So don't try me or buy me a beer
Just stay off my dick nigga * echoes *
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