1.Pushin' Weight
Artist：Ice Cube／Mr.Short Khop
Yeah, yeah
Blaze one for the nation
Brrrrr
Brrrrr
Brrrrr
Verse 1：Ice Cube
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
Thru 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
Chorus：Ice Cube
A yeah yeah
I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight
(4X)
Verse 2：Ice Cube
I hold zone like a Corleone
No more fuckin with that homegrown
Hit the shit we on
The rolleo's and the baggetts
You still fuckin with them faggets
We turn haters into maggets
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 betta, makin chedda
You see me sag in my Jag, with the rag recognize the flag
You betta get back, everybody wanna 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)
Chorus
Verse 3：Mr. Short Khop
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 croutans
I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killas
Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos
Ain't no harmin me, the army full honary niggas you can't see
So while you pace bitches and saturns 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
Chorus：Ice Cube and Mr. Short Khop
(2X)
(2X)
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
2.Check Yo Self(Remix)
Artist：Ice Cube／Das Efx
Intro：Das EFX
Yeah! Word is bond!
Das EFX in this yaknowhatI'msayin
Straight from the sewer, word is bond!
Yeah! Yah! Ah-yeah! We doin this with my nigga
Where my nigga？ Ice Cube in the motherfucker
Word is bond! (Yeah!)
Verse One： Ice Cube
You better check yo self before you wreck yo self
Cos I'm bad for your health, I come real stealth
Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms
Doin foul crime, I'm that nigga wit'cha Alpine
Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know
And friends know, we got the indo
No I'm not a sucker, sittin in a House of Pain
And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya (Uh!)
Headbutt ya, you say you can't touch this
And I wouldn't touch ya, in fact motherfuck ya
Here to let you know boy, oh boy
I make dough but don't call me DoughBoy
This ain't no fuckin motion picture
A guy or bitch-a, I'll get wit'cha
And hit ya, takin that yack to the neck
So you better run a check
Chorus One： Das EFX and Ice Cube
self
Chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Yeah, come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self
Hook： Das EFX
Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)
＊repeat 2X＊
Verse Two： Ice Cube
Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played
Cause they bitchmade pullin out a switchblade
That's kinda trifle, caise that's a knife-o
AK-47, assault rifle
Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow
I gotta new style, 'WATCH OUT NOW!'
I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank
But steady talkin shit in the holding tank
First you wanna step to me
Now your ass screamin for the deputy
They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row
Now they runnin up in ya slow
You're gone, used to be the Don Juan (Check that shit out!)
Now your name is just Twan
Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck
You better run a check
Chorus Two： Das EFX and Ice Cube
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Hook
Verse Three： Ice Cube
If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate
You coulda had a V8
Instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium (POOOOOW!)
I got six and I'm aimin em
Will I shoot or keep you guessin
Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin
Bitch, get off the wood, you're no good
There goes the neighbourhood hooker (Slut!)
Go ahead and keep your drawers
Givin up the claps and who needs applause
At a time like this, pop the coochie and ya dead
The bitch is a Miami Hurricane hit
Sprung, niggaz call her 'Lips and Lungs'
Nappy dugout, get the fuck out
Cause women like you gets no respect
Bitch, you better run a check
Chorus Three： Das EFX and Ice Cube
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
Hook
Chorus Three
Hook 3X
3.We Be Clubbin'
Yaeeyaae uh huh uh huh brrr
We be clubbin'
Heyy hey heyy heyy look here look here first of all I wanna
welcome
all y'all broke ass entreponiggas to the Player's Club. Yaeeyaae
Verse 1：
It's packed niggas don't know how to act
we the macks V.I.P's in the back
with a stack of numbers
my niggas like 'em dumber
we oughta get 'em smarter
Baby take my order
The only shark that swim in Henn no water
got ya daughter doin' shit you don't think she oughta
Gave the order to slaughter any ass like that
you know how the loni act off the cognac
Brainiac with maniac Mack 10 (my nigga)
down ta get this mothafuckin' party crackin'
Nigga back in so we can smoke a dub
down ta bump all these bitches at the club (Yaeeyaae)
show me love
Chorus：
We be clubbin'
everybody likes when the girl
shakes something
Nigga don't pull nothing (That's right)
We ain't dumping
We just bumpin' and bangin'
like it ain't nothing wrong
Get ya club on (We be clubbin')
Ah, we be clubbin'(we be clubbin')
Yaeeyaae (we be clubbin' we be clubbin')
Verse 2：
We gettin' in free so what the fuck now
WSCG just touched down
show a nigga 'round
least take a nigga to the sto'
(Y'all in fo the night？)
Hell no
Security bail slow up in the club
remember when they push ＆ shove
it's only love
Dubs for everybody waitin' on us
and fuck everybody hatin' on us
debatin' on us but we only visitin'
ain't tryin' ta fuck with niggas in lizard skins
I see you watching me, you should watch her
'cause if she sick of yo' shit I'm the doctor watch her
Show her to the car
＆ see how bad she wanna meet these stars
They know who we are (Where we going？) WESTSIDE
Nigga meet me by the bar
Bridge：
Shake it off shake it off take it off
break it off break it off make it soft (4X)
Brrr (we be clubbin') uhh (uhh) (we be clubbin' 2X)
Verse 3：
Baby beware Ice Cube is on tilt
waitress bitchin' off the drinks my nigga spilt
Everybody's sweatin' like it's Armageddon
1999 party over oops I'ma still grind
Straight from the West put away yo' 9 (click click)
DJ can ya play my shit one mo' time
Goddamn you fine (my nigga speak on it)
she got ass for days (put a week on it)
Now everybody in the world love to go clubbin'
and after the club it's either breakfast or fuckin'
Hope we ain't duckin' from haters in the parking lot
who ain't got nothin' tryin' to prove sumthin
Frontin' we be the niggas who be bluntin'
on our way to the Marriott keep 'em very hot
Westside hittin' hairy cock all night long
Get ya club on!
Chorus
Bridge
Chorus：
We be clubbin'
everybody likes when the girl
shakes something
Nigga don't pull nothing (That's right)
We ain't dumping
We just bumpin' and bangin'
like it ain't nothing wrong
Get ya club on
Homeboys show me love up in the club (Yaeeyaae)
Homegirls show me love up in the club
Security show me love up in the club
Owners show me love up in the club
Waitress' show me love up in the club (Yaeeyaae)
Bartenders show me love up in the club
L.A. show me love up in the club
The Bay show me love up in the club
Chicago show me love up in the club (Yaeeyaae)
St. Louis show me love up in the club
Miami show me love up in the club
New York show me love up in the club
Detroit show me love up in the club (Yaeeyaae)
Houston show me love up in the club
K.C. show me love up in the club
Denver show me love up in the club
D.C. show me love up in the club (Yaeeyaae)
Atlanta show me love up in the club
Memphis show me love up in the club
Dallas show me love up in the club (Yaeeyaae)
I might spend a dub. Bitch!
4.$100 Dollar Bill Y'all
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 fuck 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.
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, motherfucker
Next to me, you a test tube motherfucker
We kinda rude, motherfucker
Get too close and bucka! Bucka! Bucka!
Don't want no problems, y'all
Fuck around, I'll pull out the problem-solv'
and watch E pills dissolve
nine times out of ten, you hoes involved.
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, motherfucker
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.
5.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 fuck 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 hate to feel bad but I'm in a rut
by a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up
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 fucked 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 no slap jumped back
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 FUCK 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 FUCK WITH A BITCH FROM THE PROJECTS!
6.Bow Down
Artist：Westside Connection
(ICE CUBE)
Tha world is mine nigga get back
Dont fuck with my stack the gage is racked
About to drop the bomb Iam tha motherfuckin 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 fuck 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 fuck 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
End Hook
(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 fuck hidin it iam gang related simple and
plain which
means I culd give a fuck about you nigga's in
the rap game
Flashy nigga's get stuck up beat the fuck up when
you come around
keep your chain tucked from this zero zero's
affiliated fuck 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 fuckin
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)
7.Hello
Artist：Ice Cube／Dr.Dre／M.C.Ren
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..}
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get？ {Hello..}
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get？ {Hello..}
The motherfuckin 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 motherfuckers givin up transcripts
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..}
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get？ {Hello..}
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get？
Villain blows up yo' spot
Take yo' notebook yo' bitch and yo' glock
This motherfucker 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 motherfuckers 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？
Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck 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, fuckin your wife, these niggaz wild {Hello..}
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get？ {Hello..}
I started this gangsta shit
And this the muh'fuckin thanks I get？ {Hello..}
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 fuck
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 motherfuck
Motherfucker 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
Fuck the fame, I'm still stayin the same, lil' bitch! {Hello..}
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get？ {Hello..}
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get？ {Hello..}
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..
8.You Can Do It
Artist：Ice Cube／Mack 10／Ms.Toi
Yeah, yeah
Get your ass and hurra
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
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it
Tic-tic-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
Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on
We be clubbing till 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 Hen'
Everybody will 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, gon' do it
Gon' do it, do it, do it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
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
The thug ones, relatives and my cousins
And I got m by the dozen
When they buzzin', quick to say fuck your husband
This is for my niggas locked away
Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date
But when we hit checkmate with Ice Cube the great
As soon as I get a word we can rush the safe
Fuck 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, gon' do it
Gon' do it, do it, do it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it
I do hard core rhyming, hard time grinding
With will I pimp hoes
Other niggas wine and dine them
Gotta love this pup shit
Passing the mud shit
Pockets on flood shit
OG lyrical blood shit
I don't rent I buy shit
Niggas jealous of my shit
You unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit
While you're rooting and recruiting
Nigga 6-8 whooping
I was in the hood shooting cause I had the wife whooping
I come from padres gold in oversized jars
I past up strife and got star awards
No time for playa hating, Mack paper chasing
Came 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 asshole to show I can hit it
I keep pushing, don't quit it
Don't stop till I get it
Don't stop get it, get it
(That's real)
Don't stop nigga hit it
(I will)
I'm gon' do it, gon' do it
Gon' do it, do it, do it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
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, gon' do it
Gon' do it, do it, do it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your ass into it
We be clubbing
Freaky gyration is close to fornication
We be clubbing
Freaky gyration is close to fornication？Yeah uh-huh, Ice Cube,
Westside Connection
Know how we do？
We puttin' it down, constantly
Get your ass up and hurra
9.You Know How We Do It
Slippin, slidin, glidin LOW-ridin
Ain't no hidin from this hit
Fool -- you know how we do it
West Side
I'm comin from the West Side
Wessyde, it's hittin on the West Side..
Yeah, fool..
Ain't nuttin 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 wanna 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 kill - fool I got skills
So, back on up 'fore I check that chin
Down as fuck and I'm full off Henn'
You gets no love and I thought you knew it
Fool, you know how we do it
Wessyde, it's bumpin on the East Side
It's slammin on the South Side
Makin noise on the North 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
Fool, you know how we do it
I'm hittin on the West Side
It's bumpin on the East Side
Slammin on the South Side
Makin noise on the North Side
Now Jack B. Nimble, and Jack B. Quick
if you wanna jack me on a lick, cause
I'm that fool from South Central
You think you stuck yourself, with a number 2 pencil
That's how I poke hot lead in yo' ass
With 'Mo' Bounce to the Ounce' in the dash
Mash up, Ve-nice, headed for the West
Everything is great, slow down for the dip
On a 100 and 8th and keep mashin
Don't drink and drive to keep the fo' from crashin
Stashin a glock and I thought you knew it
Fool, you know how we do it -- and
You can't fade the R-E-M-I-X
Goin to the bank cashin big fat checks
What's next on the menu？
Got a big fat booty to attend to, ooh
with the rhythm it takes to dance to but
we got to live, too
Mobbin and robbin and squabbin and stealin
K-Dee and me, I got the feelin
and won't be happy til I'm platinum loc'
The mic smoke (and all the hoes are broke)
The freshest MC in the world, who is？
(You is) You know how we do it
Fool, you know how we do it
I'm hittin on the West Side
It's bumpin on the East Side
Slammin on the South Side
Makin noise on the North Side
'Ain't nuttin goin on but the bomb-ass rap song' (3X)
'Ain't nuttin goin on but the bomb-ass rap song' -＞ scratched
10.It Was A Good Day
Smooth.. heh.. yep..
Heheheh.. remix..
Just waking up in the mornin gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barkin from the dogs, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out
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 do it 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 messed around and got a triple double
Freakin brothers everyway like M.J.
I can't believe, today was a good day
That's right..
Creep 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 brother'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 homies and watch me break 'em
with the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do' Lil' Joe
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
Hehe..
Left my homie's house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin to do since the twelve grade
It's ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics
Felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my jimmy runs deep, so deep
So deep put her butt 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 butt 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 lookin for the murder
Two in the mornin got the Fatburger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read, 'Ice Cube's a pimp'
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 gotta say it was a good day
11.Bop Gun(One Nation)
Artist：Ice Cube／George Clinton
At these up late times, hardcore funkateers before the bop gun.
We unleash you a positive light. The bop gun can do you no harm.
It frees yo mind, so yo kind can follow. (Yeahhh.)
So wide you can't get around it
So low you can't get under it
So high you can't get over it
IIIIIIII, can't get over it
Well all right!
Attention all radio station jocks ...
haw haw, got to be groovin' jammin' on yo box.
The Mothership Connection is upon you again.
Yeah, workin' up a sweat, is it wet yet？
[Ready or not, here we come
Getting down for the one which we believe in]
Verse 1： Ice Cube
1993, much more ba-e-ya-e-younce
Ice Cube comin' with the half ounce
Not Just Knee Deep, jeep fulla smog
A, To, mic, Dog
Like ya behind, heard it through the grapevine
How much longer will you be mine？
And I'ma tell ya, I don't like drama
So do I have to put my handcuffs on your mama
'Cause Bertha Butt did her fuckin' boogie with her crew
But I'd rather fuck you, boo
And make you say humdrum, tweedee dum
Humdrum don't succumb when I'm done, buckin' shit
One nation under a groove gettin down for the fuck of it
Tear the roof of this motherfucker like we did last night, son
And hit you with the bop gun
Here's my chance to dance my way
Out of my constriction
Gonna be freakin' up and down
Hang up really late
The groove I only got
We shall all be moved
Ready or not, here we come
Gettin down for the one which we believe in
[One nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
{Yeah.}
Dance, sucka, dance!
{Yeah, heh heh. And it don't stop. Sheeeit.}
Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Aw, feet don't fail me now! Ha ha!
Do you promise the funk {yep}, the whole funk,
Nothin but the funk？
{Hit you with the bop gun, heh,
Buss a cap with my bop gun,
Gotta hit you with the bop gun,
Buss a cap with the bop gun, hit you with the bop gun,
Buss a cap with the bop gun, heh, 'cause I'm the top gun...}
Ready. {yep} Ready. {yep} Ready. {yep, come on}
[Ready or not, here we come
Gettin down on the one which we believe in]
Verse 2： Ice Cube
If you hear any noise, it's just me and the boys
Playin with our toys
M-1, cuz everybody's gotta have fun
Under the sun, under the sun
So rough, so tough when I get down
The disco fiend with the monster sound
I wants to get fucked up when I'm chillin', whoa
The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill-in
You let her funk me 'cause my funk is the best
Comin from the West
Kickin that shit be occupied, dedicated to the preservation
motion of hips
Hittin them dips, cd skips but I'm straight
As I bounce, rock, skate, now I'll toast to that
If it's rough, make the girls say
'Do that stuff! Aw, do that stuff!'
But ya got to be, you got to be a freak of the week
For the top gun, hit you with the bop gun
[One nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
{Trick! Yeeah!} Jus hit 'em with the bop gun!
[One nation under a groove {heh}
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
{Get up with the bop gun...}
[One nation under a groove ('bout time we got down, one time)
Gettin down just for {the fuck of it, yeahh}
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
[One nation under a groove (now everybody say)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
[Here's my chance to dance my way
Out of my constriction]
{Get 'em with the bop gun...
I'm a' blast with the bop gun ... heh heh ...
On yo ass with the with the bop gun ...
I'm talkin' trash with the bop gun ... yeah
And it don't stop
And it won't stop}
Here's my chance to dance my wayyy,
Out of my constriction
(Yeahhh, feel the shit now!)
{Oh shit}
... hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
(Party over here fuck you over there!)
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
(Party over here fuck you over there!) {Oh yeah}
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
(Party over here fuck you over there!)
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
(Party over here fuck you over there, nigga!)
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
(Party over here fuck you over there!)
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
(Party over here fuck you over there!)
[Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Feet don't fail me now]
(That's right!)
[Do you promise the funk
Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Ooo, feet don't fail me now ....
Can I get it on my good foot, good gawd ...
'Bout time I got down one time]
(Can I get down one time)
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There ain't nothin' wrong, so hit the bong
Waitin' on the double dutch bus for a ride
As the buffalo bitch go round the outside
Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip
Got Daytons on the mothership
And you can ring my bell if you need me to pass
The dutchie on the left hand side for the sale
Cuz nobody knows where the nose goes when the doors close
Dog chow got the hoes
Lookin' for the theme from the Black Hole
Now I'll big bang you with my black pole
Flashlight, red light, we don't like cops on the bike
Just made bail, tonight
So whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail？
I'm gonna have some fun with the bop gun
(Ready or not, here we come
Getting down on the one which we believe in)
[One nation under a groove
(Here is my chance to dance my wayyy)
Gettin down just for the funk of it (One Nationnnn)
One nation and we're on the move
(Get it on my good foot, good gawd)
Nothin can stop us now]
(Ha ha ha ha ha haeeee)
[One nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
(Now I want everybody to put together this time ... hit me!)
[One nation under a groove
(Can I get it on my good foot)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(Bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
(Uh huh, uh huh, one nation)
[One nation under a groove
(Can I get it on my good foot)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(Bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
[One nation under a groove (Ooh yeah)
Gettin down just for the funk of it (Ooh yeah)
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
(Ha ha ha ha ha haeeee)
[One nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(Bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us nowwwwww.]
12.What Can I Do？(Remix)
In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures
But in this country, society itself is failing
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
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？
Fucked 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？
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
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
In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures
But in this country, society itself is failing
13.My Summer Vacation
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
departing from Los Angeles, final destination to St. Louis
Thank you
Damn G, the spot's gettin hot
So how the fuck 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 fuck 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 motherfuckers want to stand strong
So you know the phrase, once again it's on
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')
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
Fuckin 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 motherfuckin 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 fuck
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 motherfuckin years that I'm facin
I'ma end it like this cause you know what's up
My life is fucked
14.Steady Mobbin'
(c'mon G)
Look here you little god damn nigger, your not gafflin nobody
You fuckin understand me
(kick his ass)
That's right, get down on the god damn ground now
Fuckin move now
(Let me take a shot at him)
We're gonna do you like King
Rodney King, Martin Luther King
and all the other god damn King's from Africa
＊gun shots＊
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 motherfuckers 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 fuck 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
Fuck Pac Tel, move to Sky Pager
Told all my friends
Don't drink 8 Ball, cause St. Ide's is givin ends
Fools get drunk and 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 motherfucker
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
Fucked around and dropped the bomb son
And it came out sort of like confetti
In for the night, no longer steady mobbin
15.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＊
16.The Nigga Ya Love To Hate
I heard payback's a motherfucking nigga
That's why I'm sick of gettin treated like a goddamn stepchild
Fuck 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 fucking 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 fuck 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 motherfuckers that say they too black
Put em overseas they be begging to come back
They say keep em on gangs and drugs
Yyou wanna 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
BREAK
(Fuck you Ice Cube)
Yeah, ha-ha, it's the nigga you love to hate
(Fuck you Ice Cube)
Ay 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, fuck you
Once again it's on, the motherfucking 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 wanna 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
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(Fuck you Ice Cube)
Yeah come on fool
It's the nigga you love to hate
(Fuck you Ice Cube)
Yeah run up punk
It's the nigga you love to hate
(Yo, who the fuck 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 fuck 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 wanna 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 theyself into shape
Of the nigga ya love to hate
17.In The Late Night Hour
When you see me on ya block, call the police
Let them motherfuckers no here come the beast
Oh, in the late night hour
Straight out of Compton, a crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
And I'm rollin' with the motherfuckin' Neptunes
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 fuck 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 fuck if it's dark or not
We'll be creepin' in the parking lot
Motherfuckers don't know if I can park or not
Cause I circle like vultures, La Costa Nostra
Bumpin' all the baddest bitches like I'm 'posed to
What's yo name, what's yo number and ya culture
You need nuts in yo face like a poster
If you in a club nigga then shit bang
If you on the streets nigga then shit bang
If you on the block nigga then shit bang
And if it's what ya need boy, do ya thang
If ya in a Range Rov then shit bang
If you in that 600 then shit bang
If you on that Steel Horse then shit bang
But if it's what ya need boy, let it bang
Fuck the police comin' straight from the underground
Fuckin' pig wanna act like he like me now
In 86 same bitch tried to lock me down
And motherfuckers 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 fuckin' they bitches
Egomaniac, lil' homies call me brainiac
Ice Cube's an asshole and it ain't a knack
So take a hit of that and remember that
Where my motherfuckin' niggas and my bitches at
In the late night hour hit the front to back
Check the motherfuckin' rims on the Cadillac
On the ass attack, can you keep it tight
And if the head right, nigga there every night
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)
This is for my people that's schemin' for riches
And pickin' up bitches (In the late night hour)
So check it and everybody get naked
This might be a nigga last record
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
Ice Cube insane in the membrane
Baby go ahead please do the damn thang
We gonna get chu' high nigga
Our rhymes will get chu' by nigga
Tell me if I qualify nigga
To bail in like SuperFly
I wanna get that, cop that, buy that, drive that
You want it too but don't know where to start at
Fuckin' 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 fuck on
So get the fuck on
A nigga rich can't believe the bullshit that I'm stuck on
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