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Текст песни:

"Yeah this is a story of a famous dog
of a dog that chases it′s tail, will be dizzy"

[Ice Cube]
Met her snake ass at a barbecue bash
She had a lot of ass and a twenty dollar stash
.. of some of that superb ′erb
She said, "I got the chronic, so fuck whatcha heard"
"Ice Cube do you wanna hit this?
This shit is hype, sho′ you right"
Soon as she passed me the J and a lighter
Me and this hoodrat bitch got tighter
Talkin all day on the blanket (so whassup?)
with her ass jacked up, beggin me to spank it
Lookin like a host from the Barbary coast
Nigga don′t wanna get burnt like toast
Whassup wit deez nuts in ya me-outh
Aight everybody.. c′mon we out
Took her to the six dollar hole in the wall
and I like how she′s holdin the balls
Gobble gobble, from the incision
Stuff that bitch and it ain′t Thanksgiving
Didn′t even have to fuck all night long
Take me home, damn it′s on
Jumped out the cover, snatched off the rubber
Met the hoe′s mother - yo whassup?
Got the seven digits and I′m gone′n
that′s the kinda bitch you can call at 2 n the morning

Chorus: Ice Cube

Not just knee deep, she was O.G. deep
when she did the freak with me
Not just knee deep, she was O.G. deep
when she did the freak with me

"Yeah this is a story of a famous dog
of a dog that chases it′s tail, will be dizzy"

[Ice Cube]
I bumped this hoe on the danceflo′
Where you wanna go? She said, "I don′t know"
I thought I had a treat in the passenger seat
Now her ass wanna get somethin to eat
From where? She said, "Denny′s I figure"
I said hell naw cause they don′t like niggaz
Let′s go to my house and order Domino′s
and maybe I can get the bitch out her clothes
Got to the panties, her ass started fightin
and I′m thinkin bout my dog Mike Tyson
Took her ass home, all alone (ring ring)
Whoa-oh, there go the phone
Ay whatcha doin? "Nuthin"
Then what about screwin?
Now I′m fuckin and I′m yawnin (*YAWN*) yup
but thank God for the bitch
that′ll come/cum at 2 n the morning

Chorus

[Ice Cube]
You the kind of girl to eat a dick up raw
and drink a 40 through a straw
And I love ya, cause you′re down to get dug
and your man don′t know you′re gettin fucked by a thug
You a woman that′s true (that′s right)
Doin what the fuck you wanna do
And it′s cool, cause you got a purse full of rubbers
and I′m a friend of your brother′s (yup)
So jump your freaky ass in your Hyundai
I got a room at the Omni
Nothin tricky, no you ain′t picky
Whassup Nikki? Down for a quickie
Get your lil′ dickie and your Mickey and you′re straight
and gotta be at work by 8
Called you last night, you wasn′t home and
damn - it′s half past 2 n the morning

Chorus

"Yeah this is a story of a famous dog
of a dog that chases it′s tail, will be dizzy"

[girl] Hello?
[Cube] Yo whassup this Cube, whatchu doin?
[girl] I′m asleep
[Cube] Asleep? Get yer ass up and come over here
[girl] Want me to drive way over there?
[Cube] Yeah, come on through and shit, y′know, it′s about 2
[girl] Alright, here I come..

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Give me a black goddess sister I can′t resist her.
No stringy haired, blonde hair, blue eyed, pale skinned buttermilk complexion. Grafted, recessive,
depressive, ironing board backside straight up and straight down. No
frills, no thrills, Miss six o′clock, subject to have the itch, mutanoid,
caucazoid, white cave bitch...

Verse One: Ice Cube

Ease back white bitch, I don′t play that
Just because I got on my L.A. hat
Stalkin′ walking in my big black boots
Is my jingle, now you want Mandingo
Big, black and handsome
I should hold your devil ass for ransome
Sorta like Patty Herst, but I′ll burst first bitch
And you know what′s worse
I′m coming from the land where the choppers roam
So phuck you bitch and your Coppertone
Stringy hair - no derrier - frontin′ and fakin′ with your silicone pair
Do I wanna phuck? Not hardly
That′s kinda like Barbie phuckin′ Bob Marley
It ain′t gonna happen, I keep rappin′
Muthaphuck Teniell, but see I′m the Captain of this ship
And I′m true to the game
Ya all look the same
Standin′ by my backstage door, hopin′ that′ll switch
Spread out you little cave bitch

Verse Two: Ice Cube

Why everytime we get famous
You wanna play us like Andy and Amos?
The devil sent you to try and tame us
But you can′t tame me, with no bitch named Amy
Lookin′ for the dark meat
But ho, I ain′t tryin′ to go out like Barkely
Cuz everytime I turn on the TV
I see several brothers with she-devils
Smilin′ cuz you out on a date
But sooner or later, the bitch′ll yell rape
Soon as daddy found out you a jigaboo
He′ll kill like he did Emmitt Till
Yah, he tried to kick bass
But the bitch probably threw it in his face
Sargent Bale ain′t nothin′ but a trick
Nasty as hell, stanky little cave bitch


Verse Three:

Now don′t think that I hate you
Cuz I won′t date you, bitch I gotta stay true
You can be a fan, but don′t expand
And try to get my dick in your hand
You better run to the minute man
Pale as snow, so act like y′know
Cuz if I slap it, flip it, and rub it like that
Yeah, it gotta be black
Plus yo ass too flat
I need a butt big enough that can clap
Rat-a-tat-tat
You can′t get mine ho
I′d rather phuck an albino
Atleast I know, she′s comin′ from the Nubian
And not the Ku Klux Klan that you be in
And I don′t give a fuck if your family is rich
You′re still a little cave bitch

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Life....
niggas used to come and get me
when it was time to disagree with an enemy
pass the hennessy it gives me energy
packed the gat in the small of my back
where these niggas at I clear the whole pack
talkin′ shit cuz I′m down for my set I′m a vet
smokin′ on a wet cigarette
(who these niggas think they are)
(wishin′ on a ghetto star i represent my tar)
I start bustin′ and they scatter like water bugs
cuz these westside niggas is harder thugs
enslve us but nothin′ can save us from sportin′ Ben Davis
shootin′ at your neighbors
(cuz sometimes I feel like a nut don′t give a fuck when I open ya up)
hot rocks fly from the back seat and
busta ass niggas run like a track meet
an if you crawl in the middle bleed mo′ than a little (what)
killer king is the hospital
feelin′ numb from the bullets I hum
and when they hit black mothers have fits I don′t give a shit

(Chorus)
[Mack 10]
Fool I′m a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[Mr. Short Khop]
Its rainin′ bullets and I′m still there
(Foe life) I′m still there

my house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass
up early in the morning takin′ out the trash
feelin′ like a loser alcohol abuser
two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser
one on the peddles the other on the handle bars (what)
tryin′ be ghetto stars they said:
Are you from the westside is it so?
i said hell yea and who wanta to know (me)
in slow mo fo′ fo′ slugs face down in the mud
puddle full of blood left for dead
the pain starts to spread now I can′t feel my legs
I meet doctor who at King Drew medical center
as I enter I.C.U.
he said the bullet hit a nerve that was vital
I said I can′t move my legs he said don′t try to
now this ain′t the end my friend but you′ll probably never walk again
I sit there motionless holdin′ this pain inside contemplating suicide
at night I jerk and jerk
but my dick don′t work it don′t even hurt (damn)
now who′d ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube
I be pissin′ through a tube Fool i′m a vet

(Chorus)
[Mack 10]
Fool I′m a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[Mr. Short Khop]
Its rainin′ bullets and I′m still there
young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair

fuck a V-A they need G-A
gang hospital for a crippal now I′m drinkin′ rippal
same corner same hood I′m still there
with bandanas tied to my wheel chair
To all the hoodrat hoes I′m fired
they mad cuz my tongue get tired
now everybody wanna put they dope on me
sayin′ I won′t get searched by the LAPD
I′m sitting on a doorway duece five
Dependin on that to keep my ass alive
I don′t got bows but my arm′s about a one-six
My fuckin legs, lookin like tooth picks
some times I can′t deal got to beg the B G′s to roll me up the hill
put me on the porch now I′m on the torch smokin′ cocaine
just to maintain nutin′ to gain nutin′ to lose
and last night I couldn′t make it to the bathroom
feelin′ like a two year old you can′t get a sip from the brew I hold
nigga its the only friend to a stranger AKA hadicap gangbanger
there′s a lot in my life I regret becomin′ a ghetto vet
Fool I′m a Vet

(Chorus)(2X)
[Mack 10]
Fool I′m a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[Mr. Short Khop]
Its rainin′ bullets and I′m still there
young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair

Life.....
Yea....
Life...
Yea....
Life... Life....
Dedicated to all the ghetto vets
for every nigga that done took one for the hood

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Ice Cube
I′m sick wit′ it but it′ll still take ten of y′all
to take the Emperor′s temperature
Can I represent wit′ ya?
Smokin′ hemp wit′ ya
Pass the blunt from East to West
Cube to KRS (yes)
Take it from the Don
where I′m from the Man of Steel is made of Teflon
Keep yo′ vest on
hit me with yo′ best one baby
& watch me mack you
comin′ through with hard *** & Shaq-Fu
Never up in Spago′s when we knock hoes
head her off with some Reeboks and cagos
Westside rollin′ even if the car′s stolen
even if my eyes shut & jaw swollen
that′s how it′s goin′ down
You always smile when I frown
′cause you want the crown
you fuckin′ clown
I keep it real no more beef with Cypress Hill
now we super friends makin′ super ends
WESTSIIDE

Shaq
It′s a fact many know that Shaq made of mils
but did you know that Shaq made of Steel
Feel me!
No matter what I do the billy it′s gone flourish
Big **** just like a bus full of Japanese tourists
or it′s styles that flow like Hudson River debris
ship quarter keys of them Shaq CD′s Roo roo
Next MC that claim to keep it real
Shaquille gone slap ′em with a mil
criss cut clean numerical order bills
ill, now put it on the wrist
the best thing since grits & fake tits
Man Of Steel who you with?
I′m so fly when I walk I levitate
my caliber′s first rate
exceptional above great
Diesel′s large, guilty on every charge
of bein′ dope imagine Superman with a dookey rope

Chorus
1 2 3 4 Hit it
It′s the Men Of Steel bangin′ with the drum Hit it
4 3 2 1
Shaq B Real KRS Peter Gunz (Ice Cube)
1 2 3 4 Hit it
It′s the Men Of Steel bangin′ with the drum Hit it
4 3 2 1
Shaq B Real

B Real
Hip hop has plenty of Steel
with Shaquille & Chris & Real
nobody move stay still while the Masters build the Track
react the foundation hip-hop *** generation
hear my voice playin′ at the station
Immortal thought for the recorder
consider the picture deliver the scripture still hit ya
If the shoe fits ya wear it
you′ll inherit the culture
let me break down the whole structure
East Coast West Coast universal flava
pullin′ together with my neighbor no playa haters
just real no outrageous fantasies
jump out the pages from the book of MC′s
& nothin′ can penetrate the Steel mind state
like Shaq when he go back & dominate

Peter Gunz
Aiiyo I stop many hearts
part many wigs
*** & get it twisted &
play me for any pig
Conceived in the Bronx
born & raised but on the real
I be made of Steel like O′ Neal
feel me if ya got the skill
squeeze pale **** cause disaster
have you makin′ Tracks like Master
faster ghost like Casper
Man Of Steel hangin′ & bangin′ in yo′ district
never get it twisted I′m lifted, gifted
like Steel hard to penetrate
generate dollar signs you follow mine
Come in peace money I will bless that
bring the noise leave you on the Fourth
where I rest at For real

Chorus
1 2 3 4 Hit it
It′s the Men Of Steel bangin′ with the drum Hit it
4 3 2 1
Hip-Hop′s the same no matter where you came from
(Cube) WESTSIIDE
(B Real) Men Of Steel
(Cube) EASTSIIDE
(KRS) Men Of Steel throw ya hands up
(Cube) WESTSIIDE
(B Real) Men Of Steel
(Cube) EASTSIIDE
(KRS) Men Of Steel throw ya hands up

KRS-One
WHOOP WHOOP
That′s the sound of EMS
after some boy try test the KRS
Pick a single any single
what I bring you makes you tingle
it′s the lingo from the star like Ringo
& I mingle in the clubs
DJ′s MC′s get rug cut like shrubs
over the dub sound buzz
No one′s really knowin′
how I′m comin′ & goin′ showin′ & flowin′ cold
throwin′ these rappers chasin′ the dough
& out the frame my name remains the same
I came to maintain
Hip-Hop′s the same no matter where you came from
It′s all the same son get it correct
all that metal to pleather whatever
Give me respect!


Then I′ll collect a check & you can expect
something you′ll never forget
comin′ from my intellect
Oh what the heck
lyrical flex cash checks
I step through the brush like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
KRS-One is the nicest
Shaquille O′Neal definitely from Men Of Steel
You know how we feel
comin′ through like that on the track
KRS-One & we back (oooh oooooh)

Chorus
1 2 3 4 Hit it
It′s the Men Of Steel bangin′ with the drum Hit it
4 3 2 1
Shaq B Real KRS Peter Gunz (Ice Cube)

Gunz (Cube)
Throw ya hands up what up now (It don′t stop)
South Bronx represent that, Brooklyn represent that
(It don′′t stop)(It don′t stop)
(Huh, What about South Central? Ha ha haa

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

California ain′t a state, it′s an army

[Verse 1: The Game]

One motherfucker in the projects killing
The same motherfucker that′ll burn down the village
With a chronic blunt full of that - you know, who don′t
Take you back to Compton in that 6-4 two door
Subwoofers in the trunk, kicking that lethal injection
A hood nigga lost with no direction
So he bought a black Smith and Wesson
Strapped on his vest and that′s his protection
At the intersection waiting on the rival
Coz in the city of angels it′s all about survival
Fuck the 5-0, they wanna see you D.O.A.
Welcome to L.A.
Where the ghetto birds flying over my auntie′s and my cousin′s house
Tell me what they buzzin bout
The lil homie got smoked on the corner
And now his momma crying, dead in California

[Chorus: The Game & Ice Cube]

Motherfuckers ain′t gon learn
Til the chronic blunt don′t burn
And you cant see nothing but the
ghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm trees
California ain′t a state, it′s an army

Motherfuckers ain′t gon learn
Til the chronic blunt don′t burn
And you cant see nothing but the
ghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm trees
California ain′t a state, it′s an army

[Verse 2: The Game]

Jumped in my Impala took a trip to the ?
To scoop up Ego Trippin′ and a white tee
Coz some niggas in my old hood don′t like me
Time to put they ass in check, like my Nikes
Til they hear my nigga Mack 10 on the chirp
All I need is me and my bitch
You scared? Go to church
Coz in California niggas crack heads for the turf
Their life ain′t nothing but Tec 9′s and dirt
Dipping through the jungles, my Escalade hit a dip
Fuck!
Here come the Guerrillas in the Mist
And they dress like Ice Cube was in ′96
Stone cold jheri curl and not one drip
I′ll sleep with the worms before I swim with the fish
And I′ll ride with my niggas before I roll with a bitch
If it don′t make dollars, it don′t make sense
And I almost got shot coz I couldn′t hit a fence

[Chorus: The Game & Ice Cube]

Motherfuckers ain′t gon learn
Til the chronic blunt don′t burn
And you cant see nothing but the
ghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm trees
California ain′t a state, it′s an army

Motherfuckers ain′t gon learn
Til the chronic blunt don′t burn
And you cant see nothing but the
ghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm trees
California ain′t a state, it′s an army

[Verse 3: The Game]

Call the U.S. government and tell em this a motherfucking code red
Niggas try to straight-up jack me
Now they both dead
Third little nigga got away on his moped
Caught him ′round the corner, put the beam on his forehead
Jumped in the Impala then smashed through the light
Without a one-time in sight, so I bust right
on Century headed to the L.A.X.
Where their ain′t nothing but fly bitches and jets
In and out of lanes and I almost wrecked
Off bread nigga in the 600 throwing up the set
He must don′t know, I got the 40 on deck
and the Tec
Tryna ?? time to flex
It′s the third time this shit happened to me all day
Guess it′s time to add another dead body to the throwaway
So I turn down the Spice 1 tape and hit the switch
Emptied a whole clip in his fucking face

[Chorus: The Game & Ice Cube]

Motherfuckers ain′t gon learn
Til the chronic blunt don′t burn
And you cant see nothing but the
ghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm trees
California ain′t a state, it′s an army

Motherfuckers ain′t gon learn
Til the chronic blunt don′t burn
And you cant see nothing but the
ghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm trees
California ain′t a state, it′s an army

California ain′t a state, it′s an army

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[ice-t]
How many bullets can your back hold, suckin from the hk
The red dot’s on your dome, from the light ray
Boom bam bust oh shit kid, your head is a pile of puss
I’m kickin up much dust, the nigga ya can’t trust
This is my shit, my hood, my turf
My gold, my grip, whatever the fuck it’s worth
I don’t need nobody comin in my territory
Tryin to rip a nigga off and fuck your fuckin sob stories

[ice cube]
Take a good look at my motherfuckin jacker
About to feel the wrath, of a greedy ass cracker
Pale as snow, so you know the hoe stand out
Comin in my hood with his hand out
Tryin to get over on the black, but the motherfuckin mack
Will put a fuckin slug in his back
And with the boom ping ping, it ain’t no thing to blast
On greedy motherfuckers that trespass

Chorus

[ice cube]
Olly olly outcome free, here come the g
I’m saggin, and enter the dragon like bruce lee
I gots to get mo’ money mo’ money
Can’t get pussy with no money
See I’m kind of greedy, cause all my heroes
Got zeroes in back of a one
Here’s my gun, about to get paid at last
But now I’m gettin covered, in dirt and grass, kick it

[ice-t]
The madder I get, the higher the debt, the deeper you get
The thicker the sweat
Cause I’m a nigga with fat clout
But ya in, but ya gotta get back out
No easy job, for some suckers is out to rob
Crosshair on your dome and your mind’s blown
You wanna go home... ain’t that a bitch?
Cube, dig the ditch (yep)

Chorus

[ice-t]
I got a full time job of takin suckers out
Breakin em off, yea word, I love revokin clout
Test me, stress me, who could the best be?
The teflon nine go through vests g
But when you’re greedy you don’t care about life itself
You’re chasin extreme wealth
You can’t be trusted cause trust ain’t in the fuckin game
Scandalous is your fuckin name

[ice cube]
I’m the motherfucker you’re stuck wit
Ice cube -- "wronnnnnnng nigga to fuck wit!"
I’m rich, pitchin a bitch about gettin mo’
The big fish, swimmin in big dough
The g backstabber, I got ta have a
Lexus coupe, when I troop
With the ski mask, gotta get the cash
My homeboy ain’t home, so fuck it I’ll trespass

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[Chris Rock]
You ain′t gotta lie ta kick it

[Ice Cube] (verse one) {:02}
I know ya like to see me doin′ bad
But i′m doin′ good, fuck the police that′s rollin′ thru my neighborhood
Fuckin′ peaker wood see me in the five speed
I don′t care if his motherfuckin′ eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, this is my world
Don′t get mad when you see them hundred smokes squirel (?)
Candied out while you spit yo′ last on the pearl
The Don Daada, i′m hotta than holly watta
Wish i was your baby fatha, cuz i got a fuckin′ head on my shoulder
And lead in my holster, face on the poster
The kinda nigga that you wanna get close ta′
But you can′t so you start the lyin′
Just like that nigga that think he dyin′
Get ta cryin′, snitchin′ and testifyin′
To all my people if i′m talkin ′bout your baby mama
When she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama

[Chris Rock]
Yo Cube, im goan have all da biches here

--You ain′t got to lie ta kick it--

Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey ain′t call me back
But i just paged my auntie

--You ain′t got to lie ta kick it--

[Ice Cube]
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie

--You ain′t got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

--You ain′t got to lie ta kick it--

[Ice Cube] (verse two) {1:02}
I′m a be as real as I can with this
Not just the fake analyst on canabis, who only say that the world is
Scandalist, without findin′ out a way to handle this
Dismantle this, either with the rhyme or the fist
How the fuck we get in the belly of this bitch?
I be rich if

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

The world is mine (*whispered* the world is mine)
(repeat 4x)

The world, belongs to me
Niggaz don’t know my pedigree, w-s to the c
We be them hogs, that make it rain cats and dogs
We got the "bud" just like them frogs
Now everybody on the west, show some love
And everybody on the east, respect the corniche, it’s not on lease
Breakin laws, swimmin through the water like jaws
Gumby’s pause, and take they drawers, no balls
God damnit, niggaz take my planet for granted I can’t stand it
Catch a flight across the atlantic
Step off the plane, nuttin but expense of the game
Bitch I’m rich you know my name, show me the cane
Now are you sure? one hundred percent pure
Cause if it’s not, believe me the shit gettin hot
I got a plot to make your whole family deaf dumb and blind
(tell em one more time) the world is mine

Chorus: ice cube

The world is mine nigga, back up
I gots to get mine before I act up
(repeat 2x)

It’s a quarter to eight, I’m not finished my plate
I got a phone call to make, my niggaz tell me it’s fake
Oh what a mistake, here’s what I want you to break
Tie his feet with some weight, throw his ass in a lake
And then set up a date, between me and his mate
Tell her lobster and steak, and bitch don’t be late
Oh the pussy was great, I’m still sealin your fate
Cause you can’t imitate, the nigga you love to hate

Chorus

Can I grin, show my fin, I’m down with mack 10
Dub-c, k-dee, and kausion
It don’t stop, niggaz get to bowin a lot
When we enter the spot, look all the niggaz we got
Worldwide, nigga take a look outside
Got a brother named clyde, he’s like jekyll and hyde
Ice cube is the lick, westside is the click
(can’t get enough of this gangsta shit)
You wanna check our cajones we got the feds up on us
We gotta roll on daytonas because we know that they want us
And if they catch us in rap, it’s a reasonable doubt
My niggaz pointin me out, my momma scream and she shout
But we got enough green, from our triple beam
To hire the prosecution, and the dream team
This world ain’t nuttin but a dollar sign (ching ching)
I’m a partner in crime, the world is mine

Chorus

[mack 10]
Yeah, you punk ass niggaz know the side, so check it
When you meet us, you better bring your heaters
Cause the only way you could beat us, is if you cheat us nigga

Chorus

[mack 10]
We tight, ha hah
Where you from nigga?
Where you from nigga?

(tell them one mo’ time) ice cube: the world is mine (4x)

Ha ha ha, westside

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

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

[Das] So come on and chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Yeah, come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self
[Ice] Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health

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 bitch may 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

[Das] So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
[Ice] Cause big dicks up yo ass is bad for yo health

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

[Das] So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
[Ice] Cause bitches like you is bad for my health

Hook

Chorus Three

Hook 3X

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[Ice Cube]
Uhh, gotta get it...uhhh....hmmm....get it, get it

--baby--

(verse one) {:21
Stab thru the neighborhood, these spinin′
Weez winin′, scrap with the John Lennon
Head rests, TV′s in ′em
Best in the nation, on this playstation
The Don Daata, gotta get you hotter
Been a buck naked nigga smokin′ water
On a friday, the get high day
Blowin′ at a hot date, findin′ Shade
Black and bicantay, with ass everwhere, how you do that there?
A sight to behold, break the mold
Just tryin′ to get some before the world explode
I see you tryin′ to get caught
Well shake what your mama gave ya, plus what you bought
We fuck and we fought, we laugh and we cry
Told the truth and we lie

(chorus) {:57
You be good to me, i′ll be good to you
Anything you want, anything you do
I got my eyes on you, and i′m in to you
Give it all I got, and to keep it hot

(verse two) {1:15
Now what a freak like you, doin′ with a fool like me?
Explain it to your family
It′s got to be insanity --because I like what you′re doing to me--
You know you ain′t right standin′ at the light
Think it′s chocolate with that shit too tight
And if I fuck around and get you in the car with me
Motherfuckers would think I had a star with me
Now see the haterism increase
They hate when you got a dime piece
And I got one shotgun, and I might catch a hot one
When i′m lookin′ for love and niggas got none, uhh
If you let me handcuff your wrist
Bonnie and Clyde ain′t got shit on this
Cuz Bonnie and Clyde had to take a risk
But most of my money see it′s all legit --baby--
It′s all about your state of mind
Now what would you do if I handed you a tech nine?
Are you feelin′ me?
Would you stay down like Hillary?
Even if you thought about killin′ me?

(chorus) {2:02
You be good to me, i′ll be good to you
Anything you want, anything you do
I got my eyes on you, and i′m in to you
Give it all I got, and to keep it hot

(verse three) {2:19
Now what a freak like you, doin′ with a fool like me?
Explain it to your family
It′s got to be insanity --because I like what you′re doing to me--
Are you the type of girl that would call them folks
Have your man leave the house in chains and ropes
Don′t need the kind of girl that′ll have me in court
On lawsuits lyin′ about demestic abuse
Have a bitch like Judge Judy cussin′ me out
Garnish my cheques, reposses my lex
Cuz I come from a place in southern Californi
Where hoes rake niggas for tons of alimoni
But fuck the world don′t aks me for shit
Unless you my boo, and i′m fuckin′ you
The rest of these broads ain′t knowin′
That i′m a have you bumpin′ Lauryn, in somethin′ foreign
Come thru blow the horn
Stick your wrists out the window
And wave to your kinfolks
Let ′em know who you with
And to your crazy ass daddy, let him know who to get

(chorus) {3:06
You be good to me, i′ll be good to you
Anything you want, anything you do
I got my eyes on you, and i′m in to you
Give it all I got, and to keep it hot

Now what a freak like you, doin′ with a fool like me?
Explain it to your family
It′s got to be insanity --because I like what you′re doing to me--
{repeat last 3 lines, 4 times

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[cube]
Nigga ain’t tryin’ to do too much

All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones (yaaeyae)
Spend a hun’ on my loved ones (yaeeyae)
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins
(repeat w/)

I like to get down with my peoples & my folks
My dogs & my locs the room filled with smoke (brr)
I got these crip niggas talkin’ to the bloods
& niggas ain’t spreadin’ slugs but spreadin’ love (yeah)
It’s the thang we do since ’ 92
What’s the use of you killing me & me killing you?
We at the picnic off the liquid
We the illest in town & nobody gets sick
Heard these freaks don’t get along
Cause one hair is short & one’s is long
The dick don’t care ’bout no hair
What you talkin’ ’bout? we can work it out
When you with me nigga all the drinks on the house

All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun’ on my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins
[s.k.] what you wanna do?
All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun’ on my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins (yaeeyae)

[s.k.] what they hittin’ fo cube?

[cube]
Oh you wanna pay the price
I’m like poltergeist when I get ya dice
I make ’em do thangs
Man I got the method like wu-tang
Have you niggas changin’ like mood rings
So we should kick back on this six pack
Where them bitches at with the fifth of yak (cognac)
(oh they went to get some food too)
I know the people that you came with
& hang with but who’s you?
[s.k.]
They call me short khop
I’m the nigga in the bathroom with
2 bitches & the do’ locked (you? ? )
I know you famous & I must be buzzin’
But can’t nobody give head like yo’ cousin (ah fuck you)

All I wanna do is have fun with yo’ loved ones
Spend a hun’ with yo’ loved ones
Make a run with yo’ loved ones
Yo’ relatives & yo’ cousins (ha haa)
(what you wanna do? )
All I wanna do is have fun with yo’ loved ones
Spend a hun’ with yo’ loved ones
Make a run with yo’ loved ones
Yo’ relatives & yo’ cousins

[cube]
Now be careful on yo’ way home
You know it’s on with the police
They can’t see a nigga get no peace
They pull you over never carin’ if you drunk or sober
They wanna fuck with yo’ nuts
Call yo’ baby momma sluts put you in cuffs
In the afterworld yo’ ass gon’ get touched
We see you later workin’ for them haters
Fuckin’ space invaders comin’ up the elevators
To 304 damn that’s my suite
Why you bammin’ on the fuckin’ do’ & holdin’ heat
Bring yo’ ass in come on have a seat
We can meet over somethin’ to eat
Muthafucka

Cause
All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun’ with my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins
(what you wanna do? )
All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun’ with my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins
(it’s on me& you)

C: I ain’t fuckin’ with no niggas that don’t love me bitch
Fuckin’ with y’all muthafuckas.
We through with the bullshit.
Kick rocks nigga if you with that bullshit kick rocks
All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins
Connect gang he hah connect gang
Put it down like this...
Put it down like this & never ever miss

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

(c’mon g)
[jd] police, eat a dick straight up
Look here you little God damn nigger, your not gafflin nobody
You fuckin understand me
(kick his ass)
That’s right, get down on the God damn ground now
Fuckin move now
(let me take a shot at him)
We’re gonna do you like king
[jd] what God damn king
Rodney king, martin luther king
And all the other God damn king’s from africa
[jd] look out motherfucker
*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 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 lefton ruth ellon, ’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

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

You know who I’m talking to
Yeah, you that motherfucker that betrayed your homeboys and you ain’t
Shit
Yeah, you about to get your motherfucking ghetto pass revoked,
Motherfucker
Punk-ass mark, bitch-made
Punk-ass trick in a basket
You got caught up in the mix...>

It’s the nigga ya love to hate with a new song
So what really goes on
Nothing but a come-up, but ain’t that a bitch
They hate to see a young nigga rich
But I refuse to switch even though
Cause I can’t move to the snow
Cause soon as y’all get some dough
Ya wanna put a white bitch on your elbow
Moving out your neighborhood
But I walk through the ghetto and the flavor’s good
Little kids jumping on me
But you, you wanna be white and corny
Living way out
"nigger go home" spray-painted on your house
Trying to be white or a jew
But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to?
Get the hell out
Stop being an uncle tom, you little sell-out
House nigga scum
Give something back to the place where you made it from
Before you end up broke
Fuck around and get your ghetto pass revoked
I ain’t saying no names, you know who you are
You little punk, be true to the game

Break
Yeah, you thought we forgot, huh?
Yeah, get a little money and moves out the neighborhood and shit
But you still ain’t shit...>

When you first start rhyming
It started off slow and then you start climbing
But it wasn’t fast enough I guess
So you gave your other style a test
You was hardcore hip-hop
Now look at yourself, boy you done flip-flopped
Giving our music away to the mainstream
Don’t you know they ain’t down with the team
They just sent they boss over
Put a bug in your ear and now you crossed over
On mtv but they don’t care
They’ll have a new nigga next year
You out in the cold
No more white fans and no more soul
And you might have a heart attack
When you find out the black folks don’t want you back
And you know what’s worse?
You was just like the nigga in the first verse
Stop selling out your race
And wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face
Niggas always gotta show they teeth
Now I’m a be brief
Be true to the game

Break
I see you got your fancy cars and shit
But you know what?
You still ain’t shit
That’s right, I caught you slipping
You know I could’ve gat you
Yeah, but I didn’t even trip...>

A message to the oreo cookie
Find a mirror and take a look, g
Do you like what you see?
But you’re quick to point the finger at me
You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy
Black man can’t be no yuppie
You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes
You don’t associate with the negroes
You wanna be just like jack
But jack is calling you a nigga behind your back
So back off genius
I don’t need you to correct my broken english
You know that’s right
You ain’t white
So stop holding your ass tight
Cause you can’t pass
So why you keep trying to pass?
With your black ass
Mister big
But in reality, you’re shorter than a midge
You only got yourself to blame
Get a grip, oreo and be true to the game

He continues to live in south central los angeles
And he puts his money into projects that improve the neighborhood...>

Be true to the game!

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[Ice Cube]
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

[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
Put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
Put your ass into it

[Ice Cube]
Tic-tic-boom
Hear me banging down these back streets
Bumpin′ Blackstreet, fiending like an 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 here
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 to nigga raveling
Make the clip traveling, 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

[Ms. Toi] (Ice Cube)
Don′t stop get it, get it
(That′s real)
Don′t stop nigga hit it
(I will)
[Ice Cube]
I′m gon′ do it, gon′ do it
Gon′ do it, do it, do it

[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
Put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
Put your ass into it

[Ice Cube]
Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
The thug ones, relatives and my cousins
And I got ‘em 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

[Ms. Toi] (Ice Cube)
Don′t stop get it, get it
(That′s real)
Don′t stop nigga hit it
(I will)
[Ice Cube]
I′m gon′ do it, gon′ do it
Gon′ do it, do it, do it

[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
Put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
Put your ass into it

[Mack 10]
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

[Ms. Toi] (Ice Cube)
Don′t stop get it, get it
(That′s real)
Don′t stop nigga hit it
(I will)
[Ice Cube]
I′m gon′ do it, gon′ do it
Gon′ do it, do it, do it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi] (Ice Cube)
Don′t stop get it, get it
(That′s real)
Don′t stop nigga hit it
(I will)
[Ice Cube]
I′m gon′ do it, gon′ do it
Gon′ do it, do it, do it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
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

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Intro: [sampled announcer]

In any country prison is where society sends it′s failures
But in this country society itself is failing.

Verse One:

Today how you like me now I′m in the mix?
It′s 1986 and I got the fix with the chicken and a quota
Got the baking soda let the water boil workers all loyal
Dropped out the twelveth
Cuz my wealth is shorter than a midget on his knees
Now I slang keys
Infest my hood with crack, cuz I′m the mack
Take a nation of millions to hold me back
Too big for my britches, and I got bitches
Now I′m hittin′ switches, niggas want my riches
Used to get 18 when my G was alive, now a key is 13-5
′89s the number, another summer
Police ain′t get no dumber
Streets dried up, used to think it would last
But being a king-pin is a thing of the past
They tried to blast me for selling a boulder
Now I got my ass in Minnesota
Got my own crew, it′s on brand new

Damn, what can I do?

Today...

Verse Two:

Already done stack me half a mill ticket
Bought a house next to Prince, so now I can kick it
Now I got ends, wavin′ to my friends, rollin′ in my Benz
Goin′ to see the Twins, play at the dome
Police are tappin′ my mobile phone
I′m almost home
Gettin′ excited, indited, spent a grip and a year tryin′ to fight it
Lawyer got paid, plea, no contest
And everything I own got repossessed
Now take a look at the dust
And I′m happy cuz I only got 36 months
Never picked up a book
But my arms are 16 inches, niggas look
Can′t wait for ′92 so I can get with my crew
And see, what can I do?

Today...


Verse Three:

Phucked up in the pen, now it′s ninety-fo
Back in LA, and I′m bailin′ in the dough
Everybody, now I gotta start from scratch
So where to work at, and niggas smirk at
Me say ain′t nuttin′ poppin from here to the LB
What you tell me?
No it ain′t crack, and everybody′s jackin′ for a coupe
Cuz, they sent in the troops
Even tho I got muscle, that ain′t my hustle
Takin′ niggas sh*t in a tussle
No skills to pay the bills
Takin′ ′bout education to battle inflashion
No college degree, just a dumb ass G
(Yeah you Nigga, 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?
sh*t, what can I do?

Today...

Outro:

The white man has broke every law known to man to establish AmeriKKKa.
But he′ll put you in the state penitentary, he′ll put you in the federal
penitentary for breaking these same laws. Now we gonna look and see if
this muthaphucker is guilty for the laws he′ll put you in jail for :

Drug using, drug selling, armed robbery, strong armed robbery, grand
larceny, rape, racketering, conspiracy to commit murder, extortion,
aggravated assault, mayhem, sodomy of the black man, trespassing,
embezzelment, purgery, kidnapping, smuggling, grand theft, brandishing
a firearm, carrying a conceled weapon, breaking and entering, and
premeditated cold-blooded murder.

Guilty on every charge

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[911 dispatch] 911, forty reporting
[woman] hello 911, help me, help me
[911 dispatch] what is your emergency
[woman] there′s someone in my house, there′s someone in my house
[911 dispatch] can you please run by your address for me
[woman] 151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
[911 dispatch] ma′am where inside the house are you
[woman] (oh my god)
[911 dispatch] ma′am where inside the house are you
[woman] in my room, their in my room
[911 dispatch] ma′am calm down, deputies are on the way
is the door locked
[woman] (shriek)
[911 dispatch] ma′am?

[2x] N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a

[Ice Cube]
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) What the fuck′s up Dre
[Dr Dre]
You tell me, you talk to Ren
[MC Ren]
Im right here nigga
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) Release the hound
[Snoop Dogg]
Bow wow wow
Wha wha wha what what what, what

[Ice Cube]
I′m a Nigga Wit an Attitude thanks to y′all
And I don′t give a fuck I keep it gangsta y′all
I′ma ride for my side in the C.P.T.
God bless the memory of Eazy-E
If it wadn′t for me where the fuck you′d be?
Rappin like the Treacherous Three, fuckin cowards
I′d have seen Dre rockin parties for hours
And I′d have seen Ren fuckin bitches from Howard
And I′d have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauer′s
So fuck Jerry Heller and the white superpowers

[MC Ren]
This the shit niggaz kill for
They hear the villain niggaz spittin′ with them nigga flows
Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch ass niggaz too
Got something for you broke
These niggaz wearin′ skirts like the pope
Who them niggaz that you love to get (us)
Who them niggaz that you fuckin′ wit′ (us)
Love the girl that weed and shit (what)
The saga continues, with the worlds most dangerous group
Four deep in the coup
(Im a spill it)

[Chorus]
I′ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I′ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
I′ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I′ma nigga 4 life, so I′ma nigga til I diz-ie
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
I′ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I′ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
I′ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I′ma nigga 4 life, so I′ma motherfuckin nigga til I diz-ie

[Dr Dre]
A pencil, a pen, or a glock
Im the original, subliminal, subterranium
Titianium, criminal minded, swift
D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit (fuck a biatch)
A couple o′ notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke, cutthroat
You don′t want the pistols to whistle
Candy paint impala
I make hoes pop collars

[Snoop Dogg]
God damn hoes, here we go again
Fuckin with Ren, playin′ to win
(he got the) coke in hand, (I got the) juice and gin
Same shit you was fuckin wit way back then
We keep it crackin′ from the actin to the jackin
G′ed up C′ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up
We all on deck fool so put your heat up
I stay on deck so me don′t get wet

[Ice Cube]
Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots
Let′s get together, make a record, why the fuck not?
[MC Ren] Why the fuck not?
[Dr Dre] Why the fuck not?
[Snoop Dogg] Why the fuck not?
[Ice Cube] Cause I′m tight as the night
I had to wipe activator off the mic, in 1985

[Snoop Dogg]
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
Real niggaz, biatch, you know, ha hah

[Ice Cube]
We cause tragedy, erratically
Systematically, in your house without a key
How fucked up that′d be
Gat′ll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery

[Dr Dre]
Assault and battery, cus we coming with that street mentality
Straight west coast rider academy
Concrete nigga, that′s my reality
[Snoop Dogg] We tend to bus′ on niggaz that get mad at me
[Dr Dre] Was it a bitch in the mix
[Snoop Dogg] Well it had to be

[Dr Dre]
Lying tricks told them dicks I had a key
Hoes make the world harder than it have to be
(Yea thats right)

[Chorus]
I′ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I′ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
I′ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I′ma nigga 4 life, so I′ma nigga til I diz-ie

I′ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I′ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
I′ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I′ma nigga 4 life, so I′ma motherfuckin nigga til I diz-ie

[6x] N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a

@ Ice Cube