Yeah yeah
Blaze one for the nation
Brr
Brr
Brr
I got lyrics that wake up spirits
They told me how to make big hits and spend digits
Can you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me navigate
Through this hate retaliate it's official
I got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb
When I hit you
Push the issue
My ghetto dope is amazin'
The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin'
That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got a ass full of thunder
The frozen Tundra ain't cold enough
And baby ain't old enough
For this game I'm rollin' up
De-zamn it feels good to be the don
Straight legit, while niggas like Gotti just sit
[x4]
A yeah yeah
I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight
I hold zone like a Corleone
No more f*ckin' with that homegrown
Hit the shit we on
The rolleo's and the baguettes
You still f*ckin' with them faggots
We turn haters into maggots
Oak on the dash, but no coke on the hash
You broke ass niggas learn to mash, like me
Constantly, put the hustle down
With four or five niggas that's musclebound
Send your head to the taxidermist
Won't be satisfied, till I get my face on a thermos
You got to earn this, you can't take it
Can't fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visit
Who is it, the exquisite, Don Mega
Walkin with my entourage, I think I'm better, makin' chedder
You see me sag in my Jag, with the rag recognize the flag
You better get back, everybody want to do it like me
I got it made, been makin' rap money since the tenth grade
(Ch-ching)
(since the tenth grade)
(Ch-ching)
(What you need)
[x4]
I keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transit
Uncandid, it's the young bandit
Fresh out the trenches, the wood works
City of the Tempeon, where the hoods lurk
In search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin' for fouyan
And settle for crumbs and croutons
I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killers
Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos
Ain't no harmin' me, the army full honorary niggas you can't see
So while you pace bitches and Saturn's livin' jenky
I hangs with niggas who got patterns on they hankey
After Ben Frankeys, with the big skullen eyes
You niggas bound and nullified
Sit back and mine stack it multiply
[x2]
A yeah yeah
I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight
[x2]
A yeah yeah
I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight
Ask about me
Worldwide baby
Worldwide baby (A yeah yeah)
Ice Cube makin' more money in the rap game
Than some of you can (A yeah yeah) with a bird in your hand
Puttin' it down
We wanted in fifty states for this weight
(A yeah yeah)
Pushin' rhymes like weight
Pushin' rhymes like weight
(A yeah yeah)
Yeah, blaze one for the nation
(A yeah yeah)
You know my name
You know my name
(A yeah yeah)
You know my name
Yeah, some of you fools just got in it
And think you gonna change the game
You ain't changin' nothin'
I been doin' this, I been doin' this
Ask about me
Ask about me
Ice Cube - Greatest Hits Album Lyrics
Ice Cube - Greatest Hits Lyrics
- Pushin Weight
- Check Yo Self
- The Message
- We Be Clubbin
- $100 Bill Yall
- Once Upon A Time In The Projects
- Cop Him
- Bow Down
- Tell Me
- Hello
- You Can Do It
- Planet Rock
- You Know How We Do It
- The Show Is Over
- It Was A Good Day
- Footsteps In the Dark
- Bop Gun (One Nation)
- One Nation Under A Groove
- What Can I Do?
- More Bounce to the Ounce
- My Summer Vacation
- Steady Mobbin
- Reach Out
- Jackin For Beats
- Buzz Saw
- The Nigga Ya Love To Hate
- Atomic Dog
- Late Night Hour
- Fuck tha Police
Writer: O'SHEA JACKSON, JOSEPH JOHNSON, LIONEL, JR. "SHORT KHOP" HUNT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Check Yo Self
Chorus:
So come on and chick-ity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
You betta check yo self for you wreck yo self
Cause Im bad for your health
I come real stealth
Droppin bombs on ya moms, f*ck car alarms
Do without one mother nigga wit yo alpine
Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know
And friends know, we got that indoe
Yo Im not a sucka, sittin in a house of pain
And no Im not the butler, Ill cut ya
Head-butt ya, you say you cant touch this
And I wouldnt touch ya, punk motherf*cker
Here to let you know boy, oh boy
I make dough, but dont call me dough-boy
This aint no f*ckin picture
A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit ya
And hit ya, makin they yack to the neck
So you better run a check
Chorus
Tricks wanna step to cube and then they get played
Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade
Thats kinda trifle, cause thats a knife-o ak-47, assault rifle
Hold the fifty, Im nifty now, [watch out now]
I hate motherf*ckers claimin that they foldin bank
But steady talkin shit in the holdin tank
First you wanna step to me, now your ass screamin for the deputy
They send you to charlie-baker-denver row, now the runnin up in ya slow
Youre god, used to be the don juan, now your name is just twan
Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck, you better run a check
Chorus
Big dicks in ya ass is bad for your health
If youre foul you better run a make on that license plate you coulda had a v8
Instead of a trey-eight slug to ya cranium
I got six and Im aimin em
Will I bus or keep you guessin
Cause f*ck you and that shit ya stressin
Bitch, get off the wood, you no good
There goes the neighborhood hooker
Go ahead and keep your drawers
Givin up the claps and who needs applause at a
Time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead
Bitch is a miami hurricane head
Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs
Nappy dugout, get the f*ck out
Cause women like you gets no respect
Bitch, you better run a check
Chorus
Cause bitches like you is bad for my health
Cause the lench mob is bad for ya health
Nine-trey, remix, old school tip, yeah
Its like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from goin under
So come on and chick-ity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
You betta check yo self for you wreck yo self
Cause Im bad for your health
I come real stealth
Droppin bombs on ya moms, f*ck car alarms
Do without one mother nigga wit yo alpine
Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know
And friends know, we got that indoe
Yo Im not a sucka, sittin in a house of pain
And no Im not the butler, Ill cut ya
Head-butt ya, you say you cant touch this
And I wouldnt touch ya, punk motherf*cker
Here to let you know boy, oh boy
I make dough, but dont call me dough-boy
This aint no f*ckin picture
A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit ya
And hit ya, makin they yack to the neck
So you better run a check
Chorus
Tricks wanna step to cube and then they get played
Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade
Thats kinda trifle, cause thats a knife-o ak-47, assault rifle
Hold the fifty, Im nifty now, [watch out now]
I hate motherf*ckers claimin that they foldin bank
But steady talkin shit in the holdin tank
First you wanna step to me, now your ass screamin for the deputy
They send you to charlie-baker-denver row, now the runnin up in ya slow
Youre god, used to be the don juan, now your name is just twan
Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck, you better run a check
Chorus
Big dicks in ya ass is bad for your health
If youre foul you better run a make on that license plate you coulda had a v8
Instead of a trey-eight slug to ya cranium
I got six and Im aimin em
Will I bus or keep you guessin
Cause f*ck you and that shit ya stressin
Bitch, get off the wood, you no good
There goes the neighborhood hooker
Go ahead and keep your drawers
Givin up the claps and who needs applause at a
Time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead
Bitch is a miami hurricane head
Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs
Nappy dugout, get the f*ck out
Cause women like you gets no respect
Bitch, you better run a check
Chorus
Cause bitches like you is bad for my health
Cause the lench mob is bad for ya health
Nine-trey, remix, old school tip, yeah
Its like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from goin under
Writer: O'shea Jackson, Larry Muggerud
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
The Message
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We Be Clubbin
Yaeeyaae uh huh uh huh brrr
We be clubbin'
Heyy hey heyy heyy look here look here first of all I want to welcome
All y'all broke ass entreponiggas to the Player's Club. Yaeeyaae
[]
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 mothaf*ckin' party crackin'
Nigga back in so we can smoke a dub
Down ta bump all these bitches at the club (Yaeeyaae)
Show me love
[]
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')
[]
We gettin' in free so what the f*ck 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 f*ck everybody hatin' on us
Debatin' on us but we only visitin'
Ain't tryin' ta f*ck 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 want to meet these stars
They know who we are (Where we going?) WESTSIDE
Nigga meet me by the bar
[]
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 f*ckin'
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!
We be clubbin'
Heyy hey heyy heyy look here look here first of all I want to welcome
All y'all broke ass entreponiggas to the Player's Club. Yaeeyaae
[]
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 mothaf*ckin' party crackin'
Nigga back in so we can smoke a dub
Down ta bump all these bitches at the club (Yaeeyaae)
Show me love
[]
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')
[]
We gettin' in free so what the f*ck 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 f*ck everybody hatin' on us
Debatin' on us but we only visitin'
Ain't tryin' ta f*ck 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 want to meet these stars
They know who we are (Where we going?) WESTSIDE
Nigga meet me by the bar
[]
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 f*ckin'
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!
Writer: RICK COUSIN, O'SHEA JACKSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
$100 Bill Yall
Get numbers, get names
Thick dames
Headhunters get brains
Big thangs
Give niggas shitstains
The shit, man
And don't you forget, man.
We be
The best of CG
Greedy
Abduct the PD
See me?
Nigga, not in 3D.
Be me?
Hah, it's not easy.
I'm breezy
And off the Heezy
Me and my woman's like George & Wheezy
Movin' on up, niggas use to tease me
See me on top
It makes you queasy.
Sick with it
Bitch, I'm Bruce Lee
Seduce me
You're nice and juicy
In the parking lot, I gots to get mine
Why the f*ck we goin' in when there's bitches in line?
I spend my time watchin' bitches' behinds
Thinkin' bad shit in the back of my mind
I bump and grind with nothing less than a dime
Making movie money, you still investin' in rhymes.
[Chorus]
And I'm in this bitch
With a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this bitch
I'm in this bitch
I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this bitch
I'm in this bitch
Who got a hundred dollar bill, y'all?
About to spend this bitch
I'm in this bitch
I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this bitch.
I'm in here
Got all you freaks lookin'
When we walk by, pussy start cookin'
Rookies start tookin'
Get your ass up, V.I.P. section's gettin' tooken
Might dance, might not
Might spend enough
Cool as hell, but still pipin' hot
Soon as I find a spot
All my people gather 'round
The nigga with the shiny watch-me
Ice Cube, motherf*cker
Next to me, you a test tube motherf*cker
We kinda rude, motherf*cker
Get too close and bucka! Bucka! Bucka!
Don't want no problems, y'all
F*ck around, I'll pull out the problem-solv'
And watch E pills dissolve
Nine times out of ten, you hoes involved.
[Chorus]
Get numbers, get names
Thick dames
Headhunters get brains
Big thangs
Give niggas shitstains
The shit, man
And don't you forget, man.
Security pat downs
I'm a star, motherf*cker
I been put' the gat down
I been put' the mack down
But check the people that I'm with
'Cause they'll lay you flat down
And they'll do it right now
Yeah, you scared of the phone numbers that a nigga might dial
Club-hop, car shows, picnics
Big cars, big jewels, big dicks
Rush doors
Or gotta hop the fence
Blow this door
Gotta blow my rent
Gotta show my ass, then go repent
Gotta call in sick
And tell 'em where I went.
[Chorus]
Thick dames
Headhunters get brains
Big thangs
Give niggas shitstains
The shit, man
And don't you forget, man.
We be
The best of CG
Greedy
Abduct the PD
See me?
Nigga, not in 3D.
Be me?
Hah, it's not easy.
I'm breezy
And off the Heezy
Me and my woman's like George & Wheezy
Movin' on up, niggas use to tease me
See me on top
It makes you queasy.
Sick with it
Bitch, I'm Bruce Lee
Seduce me
You're nice and juicy
In the parking lot, I gots to get mine
Why the f*ck we goin' in when there's bitches in line?
I spend my time watchin' bitches' behinds
Thinkin' bad shit in the back of my mind
I bump and grind with nothing less than a dime
Making movie money, you still investin' in rhymes.
[Chorus]
And I'm in this bitch
With a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this bitch
I'm in this bitch
I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this bitch
I'm in this bitch
Who got a hundred dollar bill, y'all?
About to spend this bitch
I'm in this bitch
I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this bitch.
I'm in here
Got all you freaks lookin'
When we walk by, pussy start cookin'
Rookies start tookin'
Get your ass up, V.I.P. section's gettin' tooken
Might dance, might not
Might spend enough
Cool as hell, but still pipin' hot
Soon as I find a spot
All my people gather 'round
The nigga with the shiny watch-me
Ice Cube, motherf*cker
Next to me, you a test tube motherf*cker
We kinda rude, motherf*cker
Get too close and bucka! Bucka! Bucka!
Don't want no problems, y'all
F*ck around, I'll pull out the problem-solv'
And watch E pills dissolve
Nine times out of ten, you hoes involved.
[Chorus]
Get numbers, get names
Thick dames
Headhunters get brains
Big thangs
Give niggas shitstains
The shit, man
And don't you forget, man.
Security pat downs
I'm a star, motherf*cker
I been put' the gat down
I been put' the mack down
But check the people that I'm with
'Cause they'll lay you flat down
And they'll do it right now
Yeah, you scared of the phone numbers that a nigga might dial
Club-hop, car shows, picnics
Big cars, big jewels, big dicks
Rush doors
Or gotta hop the fence
Blow this door
Gotta blow my rent
Gotta show my ass, then go repent
Gotta call in sick
And tell 'em where I went.
[Chorus]
Writer: DANA STINSON, O'SHEA JACKSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Once Upon A Time In The Projects
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "Who is it?"
It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya
And what's up with the niggers in the parking lot
She said f*ck em, cause they get sparked alot
I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable
and then I put my Nikes on the coffee table
Her brother walked in he's into gangbangin
cause he walked up and said "what set you claimin"
I don't bang I write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
by a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up
He threw up a set and then he was gone,
I'm thinkin to myself, wont this bitch bring her ass on.
Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth
and fired up the sess it was sess no doubt
She said please excuse my house and all that
I said yeah cause I was buzzed from the contact
Lookin at a f*cked up black and white
her mom's bitchin cause the county check wasn't right
She had another brother that was three years old
and had a bad case of the runny nose
He asked me who I was then I had to pause
It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers
I saw her sister that needs get her ass kicked
only thirteen and already pregnant
I grabbed the forty out the bag and took a swig
cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids
They were runnin and playin and cursin and yellin
and tellin and look at this young punk bailin
I heard a knock on the door without the password
and her mom's got the 12 guage Mossberg
The nigga said "yo, what's for sale"
and the bitch came out with a bag of ya-yo
She made the drop and got the 20 dollars
from a smoked out fool with ring around the collar
The girl I was waiting for came out
I said BITCH I DIDN'T KNOW THIS WAS A CRACK HOUSE
I got my coat and SUDDENLY ...
(police breaking into house annoucing themselves)
The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed to my dome
and I said to myself once again it's on
He threw me on the carpet, and wasn't cuttin no slack
stomped on my head and put his knee in my back
First he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up
They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up
I said F*CK how much abuse can a nigga take
Hey yo officer you're making a big mistake
Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope
He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case
He said get out my face I musta had a grudge
His reply tell that bullshit to the judge
The girl I was with wasn't sayin nothin
I said AIYYO BITCH you better tell em SOMETHIN
She started draggin and all of a sudden
we all got tossed in the patty wagon
Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point
I had a warrant so I spent 2 weeks in the joint
Now the story you heard has one little object
DON'T F*CK WITH A BITCH FROM THE PROJECTS!
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "Who is it?"
It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya
And what's up with the niggers in the parking lot
She said f*ck em, cause they get sparked alot
I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable
and then I put my Nikes on the coffee table
Her brother walked in he's into gangbangin
cause he walked up and said "what set you claimin"
I don't bang I write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
by a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up
He threw up a set and then he was gone,
I'm thinkin to myself, wont this bitch bring her ass on.
Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth
and fired up the sess it was sess no doubt
She said please excuse my house and all that
I said yeah cause I was buzzed from the contact
Lookin at a f*cked up black and white
her mom's bitchin cause the county check wasn't right
She had another brother that was three years old
and had a bad case of the runny nose
He asked me who I was then I had to pause
It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers
I saw her sister that needs get her ass kicked
only thirteen and already pregnant
I grabbed the forty out the bag and took a swig
cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids
They were runnin and playin and cursin and yellin
and tellin and look at this young punk bailin
I heard a knock on the door without the password
and her mom's got the 12 guage Mossberg
The nigga said "yo, what's for sale"
and the bitch came out with a bag of ya-yo
She made the drop and got the 20 dollars
from a smoked out fool with ring around the collar
The girl I was waiting for came out
I said BITCH I DIDN'T KNOW THIS WAS A CRACK HOUSE
I got my coat and SUDDENLY ...
(police breaking into house annoucing themselves)
The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed to my dome
and I said to myself once again it's on
He threw me on the carpet, and wasn't cuttin no slack
stomped on my head and put his knee in my back
First he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up
They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up
I said F*CK how much abuse can a nigga take
Hey yo officer you're making a big mistake
Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope
He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case
He said get out my face I musta had a grudge
His reply tell that bullshit to the judge
The girl I was with wasn't sayin nothin
I said AIYYO BITCH you better tell em SOMETHIN
She started draggin and all of a sudden
we all got tossed in the patty wagon
Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point
I had a warrant so I spent 2 weeks in the joint
Now the story you heard has one little object
DON'T F*CK WITH A BITCH FROM THE PROJECTS!
Writer: ANTHONY D WHEATON, O'SHEA JACKSON, BETTY MABRY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING
Cop Him
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Bow Down
[Ice Cube:]
Tha world is mine nigga get back
Dont f*ck with my stack the gage is racked
About to drop the bomb Iam tha motherf*ckin don
Big fish in a small pond
Now tha feds wanna throw the book at the crook
But I shook they worm and they hook
Guppies hold they breath they wanna miss me
When Iam tipsey
Runnin everything WEST of the Mississippi
Its the unseen pullin strings wit my pinky ring
We got your woman so pucker up
FO we f*ck her up
Bow down before I make a phone call
Got 25 niggaz runnin up on ya'll
Fo the cheese we want them keys
Everybody freeze on ya knees butt naked please
Before any of you guppies get heart
Nigga rewind my part and....(Bow Down)
Tha world is mine nigga get back
Dont f*ck with my stack the gage is racked
About to drop the bomb Iam tha motherf*ckin don
Big fish in a small pond
Now tha feds wanna throw the book at the crook
But I shook they worm and they hook
Guppies hold they breath they wanna miss me
When Iam tipsey
Runnin everything WEST of the Mississippi
Its the unseen pullin strings wit my pinky ring
We got your woman so pucker up
FO we f*ck her up
Bow down before I make a phone call
Got 25 niggaz runnin up on ya'll
Fo the cheese we want them keys
Everybody freeze on ya knees butt naked please
Before any of you guppies get heart
Nigga rewind my part and....(Bow Down)
[Mack 10:]
I take ten steps and I draw
Now who's dissin the mad ass Inglewood
Addition
I bust like a pimple my mind is illmental
The Westside connects with me and south central
And a drag from tha zig zag cant f*ck with the Philly's
Holdin down tha wild west like a kid they call Billy
Once again it's Mack 10 the gold crown holda
Strong as a Coca-Cola with a crome pistola
Now who wanna fuss so I can buss when I cuss
My look bring you fear with gear deom the Surplus
Since a teen I chased tha green the crack scene king-
Lolos Cornishes and Bagguetts on my peices
So reconize these real G's take the cheese
The WESTSIDE CONNECTION keep it rollin like gold D's
Three Wheelin and Dealin is like tha California style
But in tha mean while in my town you got to
BOW
[Hook:]
Bow Down when you come to my town
Bow down when we west-ward bound cuz
We aint no haters like you
Bow Down to some nigga's that's greater than
You
[W.C.:]
Well it's that chuck wearin still sportin a
Beanie the shadiest
Nigga in the click who want to see me as I slide
My locs on let
My khakis hang WESTSIDE CONNECT gang bing bing
Bang run away run
Away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double
O to D to the
S.T.A f*ck hidin it iam gang related simple and
Plain which
Means I culd give a f*ck about you nigga's in
The rap game
Flashy nigga's get stuck up beat the f*ck up when
You come around
Keep your chain tucked from this zero zero's
Affiliated f*ck a
Studio lyricist I'm real with this talk the talk
Walk the walk
Dis me on WAX and Iam tryin to saw your whole f*ckin
Head off
Nigga
I'm platium bond so bitch shut up punk all yahh
Could kiss my converse like sh'o nuff....
[Hook]
[Ice Cube - Spoken:]
(Yea lemme tell you sumthin)
(gangsta's make the world go round)
(you aint gotta clown)
(But if you livin on tha WEST SIDE of yo town)
(Make them other fool's BOW DOWN)
Writer: STEPHEN ANDERSON, WILLIAM N CALHOUN, O'SHEA N JACKSON, DEDRICK D'MON N ROLISON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Tell Me
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Hello
[Ice Cube]
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..}
[Dr. Dre]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherf*ckin thanks I get? {Hello..}
[MC Ren]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherf*ckin thanks I get? {Hello..}
[Ice Cube]
The motherf*ckin world is a ghetto
Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal
When the smoke settle..
.. I'm just lookin for a big yellow;
in six inch stilletos
Dr. Dre {Hello..} perculatin keep em waitin
While you sittin here hatin, yo' bitch is hyperventilatin'
Hopin that we penetratin, you gets natin
cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin
Gangbang affiliatin; MC Ren'll have you
wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon
{Get to dialin..} 9 1 1 emergency
{And you can tell em..} It's my son he's hurtin me
{And he's a felon..} On parole for robbery
Ain't no coppin a plea, ain't no stoppin a G
I'm in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly
You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly
They call me the Don Dada
Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala
Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga I'm a scholar
The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible
Beg a hoe, let it go, dick ain't edible
Nigga ain't federal, I plan shit
while you hand picked motherf*ckers givin up transcripts
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..}
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherf*ckin thanks I get? {Hello..}
[Dr. Dre]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherf*ckin thanks I get?
[MC Ren]
Villain blows up yo' spot
Take yo' notebook yo' bitch and yo' glock
This motherf*cker thought the coochie had a padlock
You slapped her ass that's alarmin
cause she want my Worm like Carmen
We chin check niggaz, them thin check niggaz
run trains on golddiggers beware these fo' niggaz
Scarin motherf*ckers like Steven King flicks
Makin niggaz clear the room like a dyke flea a dick
Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik
So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with?
F*ck that ice on your wrist, f*ck yo' fine ass bitch
Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle
Watch niggaz kiss my ass without flexin a muscle
Bitches - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle
Same time same channel don't change the dial
Niggaz4Life, f*ckin your wife, these niggaz wild {Hello..}
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherf*ckin thanks I get? {Hello..}
[Ice Cube]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the muh'f*ckin thanks I get? {Hello..}
[Dr. Dre]
Did I fall off? Got you in your room
rippin every "Chronic" poster on your wall off
Just cause I put away the sawed off
Now I got you sittin back with a smirk;
listenin with your arms crossed
Questionin Dre's credibility {What?}
Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits;
Y'all be killin me
As if I need to make mo' - I got a mansion
and six cars that are paid fo' - suck my dick! {Hello..}
We came a long way from not givin a f*ck
Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up
Now we got the whole world starstruck
Made a million plus and still don't give a motherf*ck
Motherf*cker I'm Dre - I don't need your respect
I don't need to make another album bitch I don't gotta do shit
I do it because I want to not to stay in the game
F*ck the fame, I'm still stayin the same, lil' bitch! {Hello..}
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherf*ckin thanks I get? {Hello..}
[MC Ren]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherf*ckin thanks I get? {Hello..}
[Ice Cube]
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..}
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes..
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..}
[Dr. Dre]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherf*ckin thanks I get? {Hello..}
[MC Ren]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherf*ckin thanks I get? {Hello..}
[Ice Cube]
The motherf*ckin world is a ghetto
Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal
When the smoke settle..
.. I'm just lookin for a big yellow;
in six inch stilletos
Dr. Dre {Hello..} perculatin keep em waitin
While you sittin here hatin, yo' bitch is hyperventilatin'
Hopin that we penetratin, you gets natin
cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin
Gangbang affiliatin; MC Ren'll have you
wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon
{Get to dialin..} 9 1 1 emergency
{And you can tell em..} It's my son he's hurtin me
{And he's a felon..} On parole for robbery
Ain't no coppin a plea, ain't no stoppin a G
I'm in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly
You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly
They call me the Don Dada
Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala
Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga I'm a scholar
The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible
Beg a hoe, let it go, dick ain't edible
Nigga ain't federal, I plan shit
while you hand picked motherf*ckers givin up transcripts
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..}
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherf*ckin thanks I get? {Hello..}
[Dr. Dre]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherf*ckin thanks I get?
[MC Ren]
Villain blows up yo' spot
Take yo' notebook yo' bitch and yo' glock
This motherf*cker thought the coochie had a padlock
You slapped her ass that's alarmin
cause she want my Worm like Carmen
We chin check niggaz, them thin check niggaz
run trains on golddiggers beware these fo' niggaz
Scarin motherf*ckers like Steven King flicks
Makin niggaz clear the room like a dyke flea a dick
Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik
So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with?
F*ck that ice on your wrist, f*ck yo' fine ass bitch
Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle
Watch niggaz kiss my ass without flexin a muscle
Bitches - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle
Same time same channel don't change the dial
Niggaz4Life, f*ckin your wife, these niggaz wild {Hello..}
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherf*ckin thanks I get? {Hello..}
[Ice Cube]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the muh'f*ckin thanks I get? {Hello..}
[Dr. Dre]
Did I fall off? Got you in your room
rippin every "Chronic" poster on your wall off
Just cause I put away the sawed off
Now I got you sittin back with a smirk;
listenin with your arms crossed
Questionin Dre's credibility {What?}
Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits;
Y'all be killin me
As if I need to make mo' - I got a mansion
and six cars that are paid fo' - suck my dick! {Hello..}
We came a long way from not givin a f*ck
Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up
Now we got the whole world starstruck
Made a million plus and still don't give a motherf*ck
Motherf*cker I'm Dre - I don't need your respect
I don't need to make another album bitch I don't gotta do shit
I do it because I want to not to stay in the game
F*ck the fame, I'm still stayin the same, lil' bitch! {Hello..}
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherf*ckin thanks I get? {Hello..}
[MC Ren]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherf*ckin thanks I get? {Hello..}
[Ice Cube]
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..}
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes..
Writer: ANDRE YOUNG, MELVIN BRADFORD, O'SHEA JACKSON, MARSHALL MATHERS, LORENZO PATTERSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
You Can Do It
Yeah, yeah
Get your ass up and hurr' up, uh
Ice Cube, baby
Ninety-nine, baby
I'm on the grind, baby
All the time, baby
Show me something
You can do it, put your back into it (uh)
I can do it, put your ass into it (uh-huh)
You can do it, put your back into it (yeah)
I can do it, put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it
Tick, tick, boom
Hear me banging down these back streets
Bumpin' Blackstreet, treated like a athlete
Life ain't a track meet (no) it's a marathon
F*ck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on
We be clubbin' 'til the day we die
Nigga, ask the bartender if you think we lie
But if you think we high, nigga, think again
'Cause when it's sink or swim
You got to think to win
And if I drink this Henn', everybody'll know it
'Cause I ain't going for it, so pray to the Lord
That I don't pull out, cuss out, and bust out
Go the nigga route
Make the trigger shout, uh
You can try to smoke an ounce to this
While I pronounce this shit, baby, bounce them tits
Mama, move them hips, baby, shake them cheeks
I got dick for days, you got ass for weeks (yeah, yeah)
Don't stop, get it, get it (that's real)
Don't stop, nigga, hit it (I will)
I'm gon' do it (do it), gon' do it (do it)
Gon' do it, do it, do it (uh-uh)
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it (come on)
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it
Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones (what?)
The thug ones, relatives and my cousins
And I got 'em by the dozen
When they buzzin', quick to say f*ck your husband
This is for my niggas locked away
Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date
But when we get checkmate with Ice Cube the great
As soon as I get a word, we can rush the safe
F*ck them license plates because life is great
It don't matter if you're rich and your folks ain't straight
I'm still coming with that underground gangsta shit
No matter how many niggas say we ain't the shit, bitch
Don't stop, get it, get it (that's real)
Don't stop, nigga, hit it (I will)
I'm gon' do it (do it), gon' do it (do it)
Gon' do it, do it, do it (uh-uh)
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it (come on)
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it
I do hardcore rhymin', hard time grindin'
Gorilla pimp hoes while other niggas wine and dine 'em
Gotta love this thug shit, S-Class in the mud shit
Pockets on flood shit, OG, lyrical Blood shit
I don't rent, I buy shit, niggas jealous of my shit
Wonder where this young nigga get all the fly shit
While you're rootin' and recruitin', niggas 6-8 hoopin'
I was in the hood shootin', plus I had the white whoopin'
I come from Pyrex bowls and oversized jars
I'm past up stripes, I got stars and bars
No time for playa hatin', Mack paper chasing
Kicked out the substation to the hip hop nation
The mo' hits the mo' bigga with illegal weight figga
Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga
Bust the first bad ho, fo' sho, I can hit it
I keep pushing, don't quit it, don't stop 'til I get it, uh
Don't stop, get it, get it (that's real)
Don't stop, nigga, hit it (I will)
I'm gon' do it (do it), gon' do it (do it)
Gon' do it, do it, do it (say what?)
You can do it, put your back into it (uh-huh)
I can do it, put your ass into it (come on)
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it (come on)
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it
Don't stop, get it, get it (that's real)
Don't stop, nigga, hit it (I will)
I'm gon' do it (do it), gon' do it (do it)
Gon' do it, do it, do it
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it (come on)
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it
Put your ass into it
We be clubbin'
(Freaky gyration, is close to fornication)
We be clubbin'
(Freaky gyration, is close to fornication)
Yeah
(Freaky gyration, is close to fornication)
Ice Cube, Westside Connect gang
You know how we do it
We put it down constantly
Constantly
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Get your ass up and hurr' up
Get your ass up and hurr' up, uh
Ice Cube, baby
Ninety-nine, baby
I'm on the grind, baby
All the time, baby
Show me something
You can do it, put your back into it (uh)
I can do it, put your ass into it (uh-huh)
You can do it, put your back into it (yeah)
I can do it, put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it
Tick, tick, boom
Hear me banging down these back streets
Bumpin' Blackstreet, treated like a athlete
Life ain't a track meet (no) it's a marathon
F*ck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on
We be clubbin' 'til the day we die
Nigga, ask the bartender if you think we lie
But if you think we high, nigga, think again
'Cause when it's sink or swim
You got to think to win
And if I drink this Henn', everybody'll know it
'Cause I ain't going for it, so pray to the Lord
That I don't pull out, cuss out, and bust out
Go the nigga route
Make the trigger shout, uh
You can try to smoke an ounce to this
While I pronounce this shit, baby, bounce them tits
Mama, move them hips, baby, shake them cheeks
I got dick for days, you got ass for weeks (yeah, yeah)
Don't stop, get it, get it (that's real)
Don't stop, nigga, hit it (I will)
I'm gon' do it (do it), gon' do it (do it)
Gon' do it, do it, do it (uh-uh)
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it (come on)
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it
Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones (what?)
The thug ones, relatives and my cousins
And I got 'em by the dozen
When they buzzin', quick to say f*ck your husband
This is for my niggas locked away
Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date
But when we get checkmate with Ice Cube the great
As soon as I get a word, we can rush the safe
F*ck them license plates because life is great
It don't matter if you're rich and your folks ain't straight
I'm still coming with that underground gangsta shit
No matter how many niggas say we ain't the shit, bitch
Don't stop, get it, get it (that's real)
Don't stop, nigga, hit it (I will)
I'm gon' do it (do it), gon' do it (do it)
Gon' do it, do it, do it (uh-uh)
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it (come on)
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it
I do hardcore rhymin', hard time grindin'
Gorilla pimp hoes while other niggas wine and dine 'em
Gotta love this thug shit, S-Class in the mud shit
Pockets on flood shit, OG, lyrical Blood shit
I don't rent, I buy shit, niggas jealous of my shit
Wonder where this young nigga get all the fly shit
While you're rootin' and recruitin', niggas 6-8 hoopin'
I was in the hood shootin', plus I had the white whoopin'
I come from Pyrex bowls and oversized jars
I'm past up stripes, I got stars and bars
No time for playa hatin', Mack paper chasing
Kicked out the substation to the hip hop nation
The mo' hits the mo' bigga with illegal weight figga
Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga
Bust the first bad ho, fo' sho, I can hit it
I keep pushing, don't quit it, don't stop 'til I get it, uh
Don't stop, get it, get it (that's real)
Don't stop, nigga, hit it (I will)
I'm gon' do it (do it), gon' do it (do it)
Gon' do it, do it, do it (say what?)
You can do it, put your back into it (uh-huh)
I can do it, put your ass into it (come on)
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it (come on)
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it
Don't stop, get it, get it (that's real)
Don't stop, nigga, hit it (I will)
I'm gon' do it (do it), gon' do it (do it)
Gon' do it, do it, do it
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it (come on)
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it
Put your ass into it
We be clubbin'
(Freaky gyration, is close to fornication)
We be clubbin'
(Freaky gyration, is close to fornication)
Yeah
(Freaky gyration, is close to fornication)
Ice Cube, Westside Connect gang
You know how we do it
We put it down constantly
Constantly
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Get your ass up and hurr' up
Writer: John Miller, Ellis Williams, Robert Allen, Afrika Bambaataa, Arthur Baker, John Robie, Ralf Hutter, Emil Schult, O'shea Jackson, Donald Lavert Saunders, Dedrick Rolison
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Planet Rock
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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, ill, fool I got skills
So, back on up 'fore I check that chin
Down as f*ck 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 and 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 two pencil
That's how I poke hot lead in yo' ass
With "Mo' Bounce to the Ounce" in the dash
Mash up, Van Ness, 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
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, ill, fool I got skills
So, back on up 'fore I check that chin
Down as f*ck 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 and 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 two pencil
That's how I poke hot lead in yo' ass
With "Mo' Bounce to the Ounce" in the dash
Mash up, Van Ness, 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
Writer: O'Shea Jackson, Quincy Delight III Jones, Theodore Jr. Life, Dexter Wansel
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
The Show Is Over
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It Was A Good Day
[Ice Cube]
Break 'em off somethin
[inhales] Shit..
[exhales] Yo..
Yo.. uhh..
[Verse One]
Just wakin up in the mornin gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barkin from the dog, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog (damn)
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out
(Whassup?) Hooked it up for later as I hit the do'
Thinkin 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
Lookin in my mirror and not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim, and she can f*ck 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 f*cked around and got a triple double
Freakin niggaz everyway like M.J.
I can't believe, today was a good day (shit!)
[Verse Two]
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 nigga's 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' Lil' 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 (shit!)
[Verse Three]
Left my nigga's house paid (what)
Picked up a girl been tryin to f*ck since the 12th 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 coastin
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off and then chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn't even see a berry flashin those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the mornin got the Fatburger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read, "Ice Cube's a pimp" (yeah)
Drunk as hell but no throwin up
Half way home and my pager still blowin up
Today I didn't even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day (shit!)
[Ice Cube]
Hey wait, wait a minute Pooh, stop this shit
What the f*ck I'm thinkin about?
Break 'em off somethin
[inhales] Shit..
[exhales] Yo..
Yo.. uhh..
[Verse One]
Just wakin up in the mornin gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barkin from the dog, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog (damn)
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out
(Whassup?) Hooked it up for later as I hit the do'
Thinkin 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
Lookin in my mirror and not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim, and she can f*ck 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 f*cked around and got a triple double
Freakin niggaz everyway like M.J.
I can't believe, today was a good day (shit!)
[Verse Two]
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 nigga's 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' Lil' 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 (shit!)
[Verse Three]
Left my nigga's house paid (what)
Picked up a girl been tryin to f*ck since the 12th 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 coastin
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off and then chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn't even see a berry flashin those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the mornin got the Fatburger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read, "Ice Cube's a pimp" (yeah)
Drunk as hell but no throwin up
Half way home and my pager still blowin up
Today I didn't even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day (shit!)
[Ice Cube]
Hey wait, wait a minute Pooh, stop this shit
What the f*ck I'm thinkin about?
Writer: O'shea Jackson, Arthur Lee Goodman, O'kelly Jr. Isley, S. Robinson, Ernest Isley, Marvin Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Bernard Isley, Chris Jasper, H. Ray
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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Footsteps In the Dark
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Bop Gun (One Nation)
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One Nation Under A Groove
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What Can I Do?
[sampled announcer]
In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures
But in this country, society itself is failing
[Ice Cube]
Hellll yeah! Uhh..
Ta-dow! Uhh..
Ta-dow! Uhh..
Ta-dow! UHH!
Ta-dow, how ya like me now I'm in the mix
It's nineteen-eighty-six and I got the fix
with the chicken and a quota, got the bakin soda
Let the water boil, workers all loyal
Dropped out the twelveth cause my wealth is shorter
than a midget on his knees, now I slang ki's
Infest my hood with crack, I'm the mack
+It Take a Nation of Millions to Hold Me Back+
Too big for my britches, and I got bitches
Now I'm hittin switches, niggaz want my riches
Used to get 18, when my G was alive
Now a ki' is 13-5
Eighty-nine's the number, another summer
(Get down!) Police ain't get no dumber
Streets dried up, used to think it would last
But being a kingpin is a thing of the past
They tried to blast me for slangin a boulder
Now I got my ass in Minnesota
Got my own crew, it's on brand new
Damn, what can I do? Oooh
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, how ya like me now?
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, how ya like me now? Fool
[Ice Cube]
Already done stacked me half a meal ticket
Bought a house next to Prince, now I can kick it
Now I got ends, wavin to my friends
Rollin in a Benz, goin to see the Twins
play at the 'dome; police are tappin my mobile phone
I'm almost home
Gettin excited, indicted
Spent a grip and a year tryin to fight it
Lawyer got paid; plea, no contest
cause everything I own, got repossessed
Now take a look at the dust
And I'm happy cause I only got 36 months
I never picked up a book
cause, my arms are 16 inches, nigga look (OOOH)
Can't wait for ninety-two so I can get with my crew
and see, what can I do
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, how ya like me now?
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, how ya like me now?
[Ice Cube]
F*cked up in the pen, now it's ninety-fo'
Back in L.A., and I'm bailin through the do'
Everybody, know I gotta start from scratch
So where the work at, and niggaz smirk at
me sayin ain't nuttin poppin from here to the L.B.
What you tell me?
No it ain't crackin, everybody's jackin for a Coupe
Since, they sent in the troops
Even though I got muscle, that ain't my hustle
Takin a nigga's shit in a tussle
No skills, to pay the bills
Talkin about education to battle inflation
No college degree, just a dumb ass G
(Yeah you fool..) Who me?
I got a baby on the way, damn it's a mess
Have you ever been convicted of a felony? Yes
Took some advice from my Uncle Fester
All dressed up in polyester
Welcome to McDonalds may I please help you?
[Mack 10]
Yeah you can help me punk
Give me all of the money, or I'm dumpin
That's on my momma
Ay homeboy, while you at it
gimme large fries, a strawberry shake
A Big Mac, cause this Mack 10 fo' life
[Ice Cube]
Can I roll wit you? What can I do?
Now I'm on the run, with a gun
and this fool I don't know, pedal to the flo'
Swervin, servin all of the pigs
Just because they tryin to split my wig
I'm in custody, L.A.P.D.
One more felony, strike number three
Twenty-five to life in cell block two
It's true, that's what I gotta do, oooh
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, how ya like me now?
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, how ya like me now?
Wesssssyde! What can I do, what can I do?
Ice Cube.. what can I do, what can I do?
What can I do, oooh
[sampled announcer]
In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures
But in this country, society itself is failing
In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures
But in this country, society itself is failing
[Ice Cube]
Hellll yeah! Uhh..
Ta-dow! Uhh..
Ta-dow! Uhh..
Ta-dow! UHH!
Ta-dow, how ya like me now I'm in the mix
It's nineteen-eighty-six and I got the fix
with the chicken and a quota, got the bakin soda
Let the water boil, workers all loyal
Dropped out the twelveth cause my wealth is shorter
than a midget on his knees, now I slang ki's
Infest my hood with crack, I'm the mack
+It Take a Nation of Millions to Hold Me Back+
Too big for my britches, and I got bitches
Now I'm hittin switches, niggaz want my riches
Used to get 18, when my G was alive
Now a ki' is 13-5
Eighty-nine's the number, another summer
(Get down!) Police ain't get no dumber
Streets dried up, used to think it would last
But being a kingpin is a thing of the past
They tried to blast me for slangin a boulder
Now I got my ass in Minnesota
Got my own crew, it's on brand new
Damn, what can I do? Oooh
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, how ya like me now?
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, how ya like me now? Fool
[Ice Cube]
Already done stacked me half a meal ticket
Bought a house next to Prince, now I can kick it
Now I got ends, wavin to my friends
Rollin in a Benz, goin to see the Twins
play at the 'dome; police are tappin my mobile phone
I'm almost home
Gettin excited, indicted
Spent a grip and a year tryin to fight it
Lawyer got paid; plea, no contest
cause everything I own, got repossessed
Now take a look at the dust
And I'm happy cause I only got 36 months
I never picked up a book
cause, my arms are 16 inches, nigga look (OOOH)
Can't wait for ninety-two so I can get with my crew
and see, what can I do
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, how ya like me now?
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, how ya like me now?
[Ice Cube]
F*cked up in the pen, now it's ninety-fo'
Back in L.A., and I'm bailin through the do'
Everybody, know I gotta start from scratch
So where the work at, and niggaz smirk at
me sayin ain't nuttin poppin from here to the L.B.
What you tell me?
No it ain't crackin, everybody's jackin for a Coupe
Since, they sent in the troops
Even though I got muscle, that ain't my hustle
Takin a nigga's shit in a tussle
No skills, to pay the bills
Talkin about education to battle inflation
No college degree, just a dumb ass G
(Yeah you fool..) Who me?
I got a baby on the way, damn it's a mess
Have you ever been convicted of a felony? Yes
Took some advice from my Uncle Fester
All dressed up in polyester
Welcome to McDonalds may I please help you?
[Mack 10]
Yeah you can help me punk
Give me all of the money, or I'm dumpin
That's on my momma
Ay homeboy, while you at it
gimme large fries, a strawberry shake
A Big Mac, cause this Mack 10 fo' life
[Ice Cube]
Can I roll wit you? What can I do?
Now I'm on the run, with a gun
and this fool I don't know, pedal to the flo'
Swervin, servin all of the pigs
Just because they tryin to split my wig
I'm in custody, L.A.P.D.
One more felony, strike number three
Twenty-five to life in cell block two
It's true, that's what I gotta do, oooh
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, how ya like me now?
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, what can I do?
Ta-dow, how ya like me now?
Wesssssyde! What can I do, what can I do?
Ice Cube.. what can I do, what can I do?
What can I do, oooh
[sampled announcer]
In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures
But in this country, society itself is failing
Writer: O'SHEA JACKSON, VICTOR TAYLOR, MYCHAEL KAE SIMMONS, ARTHUR ROSS, LEON WARE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING
More Bounce to the Ounce
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My Summer Vacation
[airline attendant]
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
departing from Los Angeles, final destination to St. Louis
Thank you
[Ice Cube]
Damn G, the spot's gettin hot
So how the f*ck am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at niggaz through a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope
They trying to stop it
So what the f*ck can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St. Louis
That's cool, cause nobody knew us
We stepped off the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
Cause where we stayin, niggaz look shady
But they can't fade South Central
Cause bustin a cap is fundamental
Checkin out every block close
Seein which one will clock the most
Yeah this is the one no doubt
Bust a U Bone, and let's clear these niggaz out
Ay ay man, whassup nigga?
Yo, well this Lench Mob nigga!
[gun shots]
Now clearin em out meant casualties
Still had the L.A. mentality
Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry
Wouldn't you know, a driveby in Missouri
Them fools got popped
Took their corner next day, set up shop
And it's better than slangin in the Valley
Triple the profit makin more than I did in Cali
Breakin off rocks like Barney Rubble
Cause them mark-ass niggaz don't want trouble
And we ain't on edge when we do work
Police don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
Getting bitches and they can't stand a
Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana
Now the shit's like a war
of gang violence, where it was never seen before
Punks whirl when the gat bust
Four jheri curl niggaz kickin up dust
And some of them are even lookin up to us
Wearing our colors and talkin that gang fuss
Giving up much love
Dyin for a street, that they ain't even heard of
But other motherf*ckers want to stand strong
So you know the phrase, once again it's on
[TV announcer]
Top of the news tonight, gangs from South Central
Los Angeles which are known for their driveby shootings
have migrated into East St. Louis
leaving three dead and two others injured
No arrests have been made
Police say this is a nationwide trend
with similar incidents occuring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma
(female voice repeating in background:
"If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere")
[Ice Cube]
BOOM, my homie got shot he's a goner black
St. Louis niggaz want they corner back
Shooting in snowy weather
It's illegal business, niggaz still can't stick together
F*ckin police got the four-one-one
that L.A. ain't all, surf and sun
But we ain't thinkin, bout the boys
Feudin, like the Hatfields and McCoys
Now the shit's gettin tricky
Cause now they lookin for the colors and the khakis
Damn, the spot's gettin hot from the battle
About to pack up and start slangin in Seattle
But the NARCs, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a nigga while he's yawnin
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherf*ckin drawers
Tryin to give me, fifty-seven years
Face'll be full of those tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
And the public defender ain't givin a f*ck
The fool must be sparkin
Talkin about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride don't like Northside
And it's a riot if any more niggaz die
No parole or probation
Now this is a young man's summer vacation
No chance for rehabilitation
Cause look at the motherf*ckin years that I'm facin
I'ma end it like this cause you know what's up
My life is f*cked
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
departing from Los Angeles, final destination to St. Louis
Thank you
[Ice Cube]
Damn G, the spot's gettin hot
So how the f*ck am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at niggaz through a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope
They trying to stop it
So what the f*ck can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St. Louis
That's cool, cause nobody knew us
We stepped off the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
Cause where we stayin, niggaz look shady
But they can't fade South Central
Cause bustin a cap is fundamental
Checkin out every block close
Seein which one will clock the most
Yeah this is the one no doubt
Bust a U Bone, and let's clear these niggaz out
Ay ay man, whassup nigga?
Yo, well this Lench Mob nigga!
[gun shots]
Now clearin em out meant casualties
Still had the L.A. mentality
Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry
Wouldn't you know, a driveby in Missouri
Them fools got popped
Took their corner next day, set up shop
And it's better than slangin in the Valley
Triple the profit makin more than I did in Cali
Breakin off rocks like Barney Rubble
Cause them mark-ass niggaz don't want trouble
And we ain't on edge when we do work
Police don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
Getting bitches and they can't stand a
Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana
Now the shit's like a war
of gang violence, where it was never seen before
Punks whirl when the gat bust
Four jheri curl niggaz kickin up dust
And some of them are even lookin up to us
Wearing our colors and talkin that gang fuss
Giving up much love
Dyin for a street, that they ain't even heard of
But other motherf*ckers want to stand strong
So you know the phrase, once again it's on
[TV announcer]
Top of the news tonight, gangs from South Central
Los Angeles which are known for their driveby shootings
have migrated into East St. Louis
leaving three dead and two others injured
No arrests have been made
Police say this is a nationwide trend
with similar incidents occuring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma
(female voice repeating in background:
"If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere")
[Ice Cube]
BOOM, my homie got shot he's a goner black
St. Louis niggaz want they corner back
Shooting in snowy weather
It's illegal business, niggaz still can't stick together
F*ckin police got the four-one-one
that L.A. ain't all, surf and sun
But we ain't thinkin, bout the boys
Feudin, like the Hatfields and McCoys
Now the shit's gettin tricky
Cause now they lookin for the colors and the khakis
Damn, the spot's gettin hot from the battle
About to pack up and start slangin in Seattle
But the NARCs, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a nigga while he's yawnin
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherf*ckin drawers
Tryin to give me, fifty-seven years
Face'll be full of those tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
And the public defender ain't givin a f*ck
The fool must be sparkin
Talkin about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride don't like Northside
And it's a riot if any more niggaz die
No parole or probation
Now this is a young man's summer vacation
No chance for rehabilitation
Cause look at the motherf*ckin years that I'm facin
I'ma end it like this cause you know what's up
My life is f*cked
Writer: O'shea Jackson, Garry Marshall Shider, David L. Spradley, George Jr. Clinton
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Steady Mobbin
(c'mon G)
[JD] Police, eat a dick straight up
Look here you little god damn nigger, your not gafflin nobody
You f*ckin understand me
(kick his ass)
That's right, get down on the god damn ground now
F*ckin move now
(Let me take a shot at him)
We're gonna do you like King
[JD] What god damn King
Rodney King, Martin Luther King
and all the other god damn King's from Africa
[JD] Look out motherf*cker
[gun shots]
[Ice Cube]
God damn, the bigger the cap the bigger the peelin
And when dealin with the Lench Mob you gots to know
Steady Mobbin is not just the name of this jam, but a way of life
Bound together by motherf*ckers that's known
to break em off somethin, give it to me
Four or five niggaz in a mothership
Better known as a goose and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin to get our hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin up the rollers
Comin up short of the green guys
And I might start slangin bean pies
Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month
With "U Can't Touch This" on the front
I'm bout to get rich
Cause life ain't nuttin but money and f*ck a bitch
They drop like dominoes
And if you didn't know, Ice Cube got drama hoes
So after the screwin
I bust a nut and get up and put on my white Ewings
I'm out the do'
All you might get is a rubber on the floor
Cause I'm ready to hit the road like Mario Andretti
Bitch, cause I'm steady mobbin
Bustin caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
Cause I'm gettin major
F*ck Pac Tel, move to Sky Pager
Told all my friends
Don't drink 8 Ball, cause St. Ide's is givin ends
Fools get drunk and wanna compete
Slapboxin in the street
Niggaz get mad, tempers are flarin
cause they got a few bitches starin
Just for the nappy heads
But scandalous bitches, make for happy Feds
I'm making my duty to cuss em
out, cause I just don't trust em
And if you tell on me I'm bombin on Betty
Bitch shoulda known I was steady mobbin
Since one-time so hot
Got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the glock
And I'm rollin on rims
Eating soul food, and neckbones from M&M's
Grumblin like a motherf*cker
Greasy-ass lips, now I gots to take a shit
Saw Sir Jinx bailin'
When I hit a left, I moved felon, 'Whattup loc?'
Don't you know that niggaz get smoked
That take they life for a joke, get in nigga
I take you to the pad zoom
Went to mom's house and dropped a load in the bathroom
Jumped back in my low rider
Comin out feelin about ten pounds lighter
Went to Bone's house so I can get the gat
Looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at
Lench Mob ain't nuttin but tramps
But hoes lickin us like stamps
One fool brought the music for the yams
But Ice Cube had more amps, get in bitch
Cause I had the jam on
And I don't want to hear shit about a tampon
Give me the nappy and make me happy
The hoe said 'Pappy could you slap me
on the ass hard and fast
and could please try not to leave a gash?'
I said yeah, but I don't play sex
When I'm putting on the latex
Slipped on the condom
F*cked around and dropped the bomb son
And it came out sort of like confetti
In for the night, no longer steady mobbin
[JD] Police, eat a dick straight up
Look here you little god damn nigger, your not gafflin nobody
You f*ckin understand me
(kick his ass)
That's right, get down on the god damn ground now
F*ckin move now
(Let me take a shot at him)
We're gonna do you like King
[JD] What god damn King
Rodney King, Martin Luther King
and all the other god damn King's from Africa
[JD] Look out motherf*cker
[gun shots]
[Ice Cube]
God damn, the bigger the cap the bigger the peelin
And when dealin with the Lench Mob you gots to know
Steady Mobbin is not just the name of this jam, but a way of life
Bound together by motherf*ckers that's known
to break em off somethin, give it to me
Four or five niggaz in a mothership
Better known as a goose and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin to get our hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin up the rollers
Comin up short of the green guys
And I might start slangin bean pies
Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month
With "U Can't Touch This" on the front
I'm bout to get rich
Cause life ain't nuttin but money and f*ck a bitch
They drop like dominoes
And if you didn't know, Ice Cube got drama hoes
So after the screwin
I bust a nut and get up and put on my white Ewings
I'm out the do'
All you might get is a rubber on the floor
Cause I'm ready to hit the road like Mario Andretti
Bitch, cause I'm steady mobbin
Bustin caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
Cause I'm gettin major
F*ck Pac Tel, move to Sky Pager
Told all my friends
Don't drink 8 Ball, cause St. Ide's is givin ends
Fools get drunk and wanna compete
Slapboxin in the street
Niggaz get mad, tempers are flarin
cause they got a few bitches starin
Just for the nappy heads
But scandalous bitches, make for happy Feds
I'm making my duty to cuss em
out, cause I just don't trust em
And if you tell on me I'm bombin on Betty
Bitch shoulda known I was steady mobbin
Since one-time so hot
Got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the glock
And I'm rollin on rims
Eating soul food, and neckbones from M&M's
Grumblin like a motherf*cker
Greasy-ass lips, now I gots to take a shit
Saw Sir Jinx bailin'
When I hit a left, I moved felon, 'Whattup loc?'
Don't you know that niggaz get smoked
That take they life for a joke, get in nigga
I take you to the pad zoom
Went to mom's house and dropped a load in the bathroom
Jumped back in my low rider
Comin out feelin about ten pounds lighter
Went to Bone's house so I can get the gat
Looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at
Lench Mob ain't nuttin but tramps
But hoes lickin us like stamps
One fool brought the music for the yams
But Ice Cube had more amps, get in bitch
Cause I had the jam on
And I don't want to hear shit about a tampon
Give me the nappy and make me happy
The hoe said 'Pappy could you slap me
on the ass hard and fast
and could please try not to leave a gash?'
I said yeah, but I don't play sex
When I'm putting on the latex
Slipped on the condom
F*cked around and dropped the bomb son
And it came out sort of like confetti
In for the night, no longer steady mobbin
Writer: O'SHEA JACKSON, ROGER BALL, ALAN EDWARD GORRIE, GEORGE CLINTON, JR., RONALD DUNBAR, WILLIAM NELSON, BERNARD WORRELL, JR., WILLIAM EARL COLLINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING
Reach Out
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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)
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)
Writer: O'SHEA JACKSON, TEREN JONES, DERRICK BAKER, ANTHONY WHEATON, JOHN BARBATA, HOWARD KAYLAN, JIM PONS, MARK VOLMAN, AL NICHOL, ROGER TROUTMAN, GEORGE CLINTON, JR., GARRY SHIDER, WALTER MORRISON, WILLIAM NICHOLS, ALLEN WILLIAMS, WILLIAM EARL COLLINS, PARRISH JOSEPH SMITH, ERICK SERMON, GREGORY JACOBS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY, A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY, A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING
Buzz Saw
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The Nigga Ya Love To Hate
I heard payback's a motherf*cking nigga
That's why I'm sick of gettin' treated like a goddamn stepchild
F*ck a punk cause I ain't him
You gotta deal with the nine double m
The damn scum that you all hate
Just think if niggas decide to retaliate
They try to keep me from running up
I never tell you to get down it's all about coming up
So what they do go and ban the AK?
My shit wasn't registered any f*cking way
So you better duck away run and hide out
When I'm rolling real slow and the lights out
Cause I'm about to f*ck up the program
Shooting out the window of a drop-top Brougham
When I'm shooting let's see who drop
The police the media and suckers that went pop
And motherf*ckers that say they too black
Put em overseas they be begging to come back
They say keep em on gangs and drugs
You want to sweep a nigga like me up under the rug
Kicking shit called street knowledge
Why more niggas in the pen than in college?
Now cause of that line I might be your cellmate
That's from the nigga ya love to hate
F*ck you Ice Cube
Yeah, ha-ha, it's the nigga you love to hate
F*ck you Ice Cube
Hey yo baby, your mother warned you about me
It's the nigga you love to hate
Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops
Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops for the brothers
What you got to say for yourself?
You do like how I'm living? Well, f*ck you
Once again it's on, the motherf*cking psycho
Ice Cube the bitch killa cap peeler
Yo runnin' through the line like Bo
It's no pot to piss in
I put my fist in
Now who do ya love to hate
Cause I talk shit and down the eight-ball
Cause I don't fake you're begging I fall off
The crossover might as well cut them balls off
And get your ass ready for the lynching
The mob is droppin' common sense and
We'll gank in the pen will shank
Any Tom Dick and Hank or get the ass
Fake it ain't about how right or wrong you live
But how long you live
I ain't with the bullshit
I meet cold bitches no hoes
Don't want to sleep so I keep popping No-Doz
And tell the young people what they gotta know
Cause I hate when niggas gotta live low
And if you're locked up I dedicate my style in
From San Quentin to Rykers Island
We got em afraid of the funky shit
I like to clown so pump up the sound
In the jeep make the old ladies say
Oh my god wait it's the nigga ya love to hate
F*ck you Ice Cube
Yeah come on fool
It's the nigga you love to hate
F*ck you Ice Cube
Yeah run up punk
It's the nigga you love to hate
Yo, who the f*ck you think you are calling girls bitches?
You ain't all that
That's all I hear, bitch, bitch
I ain't nobody's bitch
A bitch is a
Soul Train done lost they soul
Just call it train cause the bitches look like hoes
I see a lotta others damn
It almost look like the Bandstand
You ask me did I like Arsenio
About as much as the bicentennial
I don't give a f*ck about dissing these fools cause they all scared of
The Ice Cube
And what I say what I portray and all that
And ain't even seen the gat
I don't want to see no dancing
I'm sick of that shit listen to the hit
Cause yo if I look and see another brother
On the video tryin' to out-dance each other
I'm a tell T-Bone to pass the bottle
And don't give me that shit about role model
It ain't wise to chastise and preach
Just open the eyes of each
Cause laws are made to be broken up
What niggas need to do is start loc'ing up
And build mold and fold they self into shape
Of the nigga ya love to hate
That's why I'm sick of gettin' treated like a goddamn stepchild
F*ck a punk cause I ain't him
You gotta deal with the nine double m
The damn scum that you all hate
Just think if niggas decide to retaliate
They try to keep me from running up
I never tell you to get down it's all about coming up
So what they do go and ban the AK?
My shit wasn't registered any f*cking way
So you better duck away run and hide out
When I'm rolling real slow and the lights out
Cause I'm about to f*ck up the program
Shooting out the window of a drop-top Brougham
When I'm shooting let's see who drop
The police the media and suckers that went pop
And motherf*ckers that say they too black
Put em overseas they be begging to come back
They say keep em on gangs and drugs
You want to sweep a nigga like me up under the rug
Kicking shit called street knowledge
Why more niggas in the pen than in college?
Now cause of that line I might be your cellmate
That's from the nigga ya love to hate
F*ck you Ice Cube
Yeah, ha-ha, it's the nigga you love to hate
F*ck you Ice Cube
Hey yo baby, your mother warned you about me
It's the nigga you love to hate
Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops
Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops for the brothers
What you got to say for yourself?
You do like how I'm living? Well, f*ck you
Once again it's on, the motherf*cking psycho
Ice Cube the bitch killa cap peeler
Yo runnin' through the line like Bo
It's no pot to piss in
I put my fist in
Now who do ya love to hate
Cause I talk shit and down the eight-ball
Cause I don't fake you're begging I fall off
The crossover might as well cut them balls off
And get your ass ready for the lynching
The mob is droppin' common sense and
We'll gank in the pen will shank
Any Tom Dick and Hank or get the ass
Fake it ain't about how right or wrong you live
But how long you live
I ain't with the bullshit
I meet cold bitches no hoes
Don't want to sleep so I keep popping No-Doz
And tell the young people what they gotta know
Cause I hate when niggas gotta live low
And if you're locked up I dedicate my style in
From San Quentin to Rykers Island
We got em afraid of the funky shit
I like to clown so pump up the sound
In the jeep make the old ladies say
Oh my god wait it's the nigga ya love to hate
F*ck you Ice Cube
Yeah come on fool
It's the nigga you love to hate
F*ck you Ice Cube
Yeah run up punk
It's the nigga you love to hate
Yo, who the f*ck you think you are calling girls bitches?
You ain't all that
That's all I hear, bitch, bitch
I ain't nobody's bitch
A bitch is a
Soul Train done lost they soul
Just call it train cause the bitches look like hoes
I see a lotta others damn
It almost look like the Bandstand
You ask me did I like Arsenio
About as much as the bicentennial
I don't give a f*ck about dissing these fools cause they all scared of
The Ice Cube
And what I say what I portray and all that
And ain't even seen the gat
I don't want to see no dancing
I'm sick of that shit listen to the hit
Cause yo if I look and see another brother
On the video tryin' to out-dance each other
I'm a tell T-Bone to pass the bottle
And don't give me that shit about role model
It ain't wise to chastise and preach
Just open the eyes of each
Cause laws are made to be broken up
What niggas need to do is start loc'ing up
And build mold and fold they self into shape
Of the nigga ya love to hate
Writer: Eric Sadler, O'shea Jackson, George Jr Clinton, Garry Shider, David Spradley, Steve Arrington, Buddy L Hank, Charles Carter, Roger Parker
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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Atomic Dog
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Late Night Hour
When you see me on ya block, call the police
Let them motherf*ckers no here come the beast
Oh, in the late night hour
Straight out of Compton, a crazy motherf*cker named ice cube
And I'm rollin' with the motherf*ckin' Neptune's
When I'm caught off, I got a sawed off
A midget bitch that'll suck a niggas balls off
You too girl if ya f*ck with me
I'm gettin' head in the lane doin' sixty
About to crash like teddy pendergrass
Mama said a hard head make a tender ass
To all the dogs that bark a lot
Who don't give a f*ck if it's dark or not
We'll be creepin' in the parking lot
Motherf*ckers don't know if I can park or not
'Cause I circle like vultures, la costa nostra
What's yo name, what's yo number and ya culture
You need nuts in yo face like a poster
Bumpin' all the baddest bitches like I'm 'posed to
If you in a club nigga then shit bang
If you on the streets nigga then shit bang
And if it's what ya need boy, do ya thang
If you on the block nigga then shit bang
If you in that 600 then shit bang
If you in a range rov then shit bang
If you on that steel horse then shit bang
But if it's what ya need boy, let it bang
F*ck the police comin' straight from the underground
F*ckin' pig wanna act like he like me now
In 86 same bitch tried to lock me down
And motherf*ckers wanna ask why I'm cocky now
To all the bitches that think they bootylicious
I think they nutritious, I think they do dishes
I'm makin' three wishes or takin' they pictures
And spendin' they riches and f*ckin' they bitches
Ice cube's an asshole and it ain't a knack
Egomaniac, lil' homies call me brainiac
So take a hit of that and remember that
Where my motherf*ckin' niggas and my bitches at
In the late night hour hit the front to back
Check the motherf*ckin' rims on the Cadillac
On the ass attack, can you keep it tight
And if the head right, nigga there every night
If you in a club nigga then shit bang
If you on the streets nigga then shit bang
And if it's what ya need boy, do ya thang
If you on the block nigga then shit bang
If you in that 600 then shit bang
If you in a range rov then shit bang
If you on that steel horse then shit bang
But if it's what ya need boy, let it bang
This is for my niggas that's schemin' for cash
And lookin' for ass in the late night hour
This is for my people that's countin' they riches
And pickin' up bitches in the late night hour
This is for my niggas that's countin' they cash
And lookin' for ass in the late night hour
And pickin' up bitches in the late night hour
So check it and everybody get naked
But respect it cause I could do it all night playa
I'm all fight playa, you all spite playa
It's all right playa, a nigga might care
But to catch me you gotta do a light year
Baby go ahead please do the damn thang
Ice cube insane in the membrane
We gonna get chu' high nigga
Our rhymes will get chu' by nigga
Tell me if I qualify nigga
I wanna get that, cop that, buy that, drive that
To bail in like super fly
You want it too but don't know where to start at
F*ckin' with me, nigga better bring his hard hat
Nigga where ya heart at, leave ya on the tarmac
Where my top at and my nigga mack
Ridin' shotgun, with the top gun
Don't catch a hot one soon as he spot one
Westside connection is a doctrine
This ain't another club song
Or love song that y'all can f*ck on
So get the f*ck on
A nigga rich can't believe the bullshit that I'm stuck on
If you in a club nigga then shit bang
If you on the streets nigga then shit bang
And if it's what ya need boy, do ya thang
If you on the block nigga then shit bang
If you in that 600 then shit bang
If you in a range rov then shit bang
If you on that steel horse then shit bang
But if it's what ya need boy, let it bang
Let them motherf*ckers no here come the beast
Oh, in the late night hour
Straight out of Compton, a crazy motherf*cker named ice cube
And I'm rollin' with the motherf*ckin' Neptune's
When I'm caught off, I got a sawed off
A midget bitch that'll suck a niggas balls off
You too girl if ya f*ck with me
I'm gettin' head in the lane doin' sixty
About to crash like teddy pendergrass
Mama said a hard head make a tender ass
To all the dogs that bark a lot
Who don't give a f*ck if it's dark or not
We'll be creepin' in the parking lot
Motherf*ckers don't know if I can park or not
'Cause I circle like vultures, la costa nostra
What's yo name, what's yo number and ya culture
You need nuts in yo face like a poster
Bumpin' all the baddest bitches like I'm 'posed to
If you in a club nigga then shit bang
If you on the streets nigga then shit bang
And if it's what ya need boy, do ya thang
If you on the block nigga then shit bang
If you in that 600 then shit bang
If you in a range rov then shit bang
If you on that steel horse then shit bang
But if it's what ya need boy, let it bang
F*ck the police comin' straight from the underground
F*ckin' pig wanna act like he like me now
In 86 same bitch tried to lock me down
And motherf*ckers wanna ask why I'm cocky now
To all the bitches that think they bootylicious
I think they nutritious, I think they do dishes
I'm makin' three wishes or takin' they pictures
And spendin' they riches and f*ckin' they bitches
Ice cube's an asshole and it ain't a knack
Egomaniac, lil' homies call me brainiac
So take a hit of that and remember that
Where my motherf*ckin' niggas and my bitches at
In the late night hour hit the front to back
Check the motherf*ckin' rims on the Cadillac
On the ass attack, can you keep it tight
And if the head right, nigga there every night
If you in a club nigga then shit bang
If you on the streets nigga then shit bang
And if it's what ya need boy, do ya thang
If you on the block nigga then shit bang
If you in that 600 then shit bang
If you in a range rov then shit bang
If you on that steel horse then shit bang
But if it's what ya need boy, let it bang
This is for my niggas that's schemin' for cash
And lookin' for ass in the late night hour
This is for my people that's countin' they riches
And pickin' up bitches in the late night hour
This is for my niggas that's countin' they cash
And lookin' for ass in the late night hour
And pickin' up bitches in the late night hour
So check it and everybody get naked
But respect it cause I could do it all night playa
I'm all fight playa, you all spite playa
It's all right playa, a nigga might care
But to catch me you gotta do a light year
Baby go ahead please do the damn thang
Ice cube insane in the membrane
We gonna get chu' high nigga
Our rhymes will get chu' by nigga
Tell me if I qualify nigga
I wanna get that, cop that, buy that, drive that
To bail in like super fly
You want it too but don't know where to start at
F*ckin' with me, nigga better bring his hard hat
Nigga where ya heart at, leave ya on the tarmac
Where my top at and my nigga mack
Ridin' shotgun, with the top gun
Don't catch a hot one soon as he spot one
Westside connection is a doctrine
This ain't another club song
Or love song that y'all can f*ck on
So get the f*ck on
A nigga rich can't believe the bullshit that I'm stuck on
If you in a club nigga then shit bang
If you on the streets nigga then shit bang
And if it's what ya need boy, do ya thang
If you on the block nigga then shit bang
If you in that 600 then shit bang
If you in a range rov then shit bang
If you on that steel horse then shit bang
But if it's what ya need boy, let it bang
Writer: ANDRE ROMELL YOUNG, CHAD HUGO, ERIC WRIGHT, LORENZO JERALD PATTERSON, O'SHEA JACKSON, PHARRELL L. WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © SONGS MUSIC PUBLISHING, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © SONGS MUSIC PUBLISHING, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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Greatest Hits is a compilation album by American rapper Ice Cube. It was released on December 4, 2001. It compiles 17 of Ice Cube's most well-known songs. Two songs were exclusive to the album, "$100 Bill Y'all" and "In the Late Night Hour".
The album debuted on #54 on the US Billboard 200 with first week sales of 68,000 copies.
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Ice CubeThe album debuted on #54 on the US Billboard 200 with first week sales of 68,000 copies.
Genre(s): West Coast hip hop, gangsta rap, G-funk
Length: 1:08:05
Released: December 4th, 2001
Year: 2001