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Текст песни:

Once upon a time in the projects yo
I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yellin through the screen do′ (HEY, let me in!)
(Big Daddy got a fifth of gin, and down to sin)
Baby up in two-ten, is on a nigga
Bendin over pickin up her mail, she can tell I′m dyin to get her
I′m sittin in yo′ livin room, slash kitchen
A nigga ain′t tryin to be the fuckin groom so stop bitchin
*knock knock knock* I like the way that ass is switchin, answer the do′
Some nigga in a eighty-kay, yo′ baby daddy
lookin like he mad at me (what) wit′cho name on his neck
Here we go with mo′ drama in the projects

Wait a minute, who is this motherfucker?

You better take his ass in the back, and start talkin
Nick that bud ′fore it bloom, and start stalkin
I can hear you guys yellin *glass breaks* a little strugglin
Youse a FOOL if you think that I′m jumpin in
That nigga jet, smokin on a ciggarette
You say domestic shit, get you soakin wet?
Well come widdit and get it, blow my socks
while I′m drinkin all the Kool-Aid, watchin Jamie Foxx
I′m hearin mo′ knocks *knock knock knock*
(Oh, that′s just my people
They came all the way to the projects to meet you) Who?
This fool wearin black, his girl, in the see through
Distraction, a little action, *fight ensues* I woke up
Tied up like (What happened? Punk you shoulda stuck to rappin
Niggaz tell me you got a house full of platinum..
Where the platinum at motherfucker?
I hear that shit worth more than gold!)

Wait a minute motherfucker, this my house!

Once upon a time in the projects (3X)
Once upon a time, once upon a time

I′m like baffled, they got me gaffled, with the duct tape
So I remain raw, in come this chainsaw *knock knock knock*
Another knock, it′s the girl from two-ten
here to drop salt, that′s when them bitches fought
I thought, "I bet-ta plan my escape"
In the midst of this commotion, Ice Cube is breakin tape
I′m free, bombin on the first thing I see
And guess who walk in, with a nine, and a grin
It′s the baby daddy he ain′t playin, *gunshots*
He started layin everybody down, about face with a frown
I′m runnin to the bedroom, I lock the do′
and grab the phone, the bitch phone ain′t turned on
I think I′m gone, that′s when I hear a soft knock
It′s the girl from two-ten, with her number, and a glock
Said, "Call me up, if it′s for sex, or chin check
Nigga get you a real ass bitch from the projects!"

And I just might do that

Once upon a time in the projects (3X)
Once upon a time, once upon a time

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[Mack 10]
Whassup Cube dog?
I got this bitch-ass nigga right here
Y′know, fuckin with this tramp-ass bitch
Puttin her before the scrill′ all the time, yaknowhatI′msayin?
Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every-mother-fuckin thang
Tellin this bitch all my mother-fuckin business
Puttin ass over cash everyday
Nigga fuck that, this Westside

[Ice Cube]
Be gone you fuckin peon, got the Don furious
Talkin on the phone got the Federal curious
I′m serious! I don′t give a fuck where he is
Snatch him out the factory, bring his ass back to me
How the fuck you think I got the NAME Bossalini? Punk
Mack God Rap Genie, you can′t see me
Up in this game ever since you was a lame
Y′all train at my school, nigga I rule
You never make me holla, smokin on a fifteen dollar
From across the water, watch your daughter
She might catch the Holy Ghost from this rap sermon
While you vermin smokin Sherman, I′m rollin somethin German, bitch
Money earnin makin mo′ money (ching ching)
Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy
Don′t need no honey, that′s right
Cause I′m thinkin with my big head, FUCK what my dick said!

Chorus: Ice Cube

We puttin cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers)
(We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us!)
We puttin cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers)
(We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us!)

[Ice Cube]
Now who′s that nigga got these bitches lookin silly? Me!
I′m the Big Willie for rilly, the real dilly
You can ask Phillie cause I got a year′s supply (Yup!)
You must want to die, don′t get the lye
After dark up at Griffith Park, shallow grave
For the mark check his heart, the game about to start
Big thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic)
Keep your mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches
If it twitches give it stitches
If it jiggles or switches, fuck and take pictures, now
I′m livin in a two-point zone, and I′m still bumpin
Call me in the clutch, ain′t lost my touch
Nigga what? on the microphone
If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it home
Tight as a Corleone
You got to get your own, baby get on, now

Chorus

[Ice Cube]
Get your ass up and go to work, cause you know
On payday, nigga that shit gon′ hurt
Fuckin with a skirt instead of handlin your bizness
Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes
I′m suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin fuck over finance
′Specially fuckin up my plans
I′m the boss, I can be late
But you′ll never see her and me, over currency
Givin you the third degree, cause you got
Too many broke bitches and you like bankin for a penny
Stop fuckin on them dum-dums
Find one with some ass and some income
Who wanna win? Who wanna spin?

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Verse One:

Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood
like everybody from the hood is up to no good.
You think all the girls around here are trickin
up there lookin like Superchicken
At night I see your light through my bedroom window
But I ain′t got shit but the pad and pencil
I can′t wait till I hear you say
"I′m going down, mayday, mayday." I′m gonna clown
Cause everytime that the pigs have got me
y′all rub it in with the flying Nazi
military force, but we don′t want ya
Standin′ on my roof with the rocket launcher
"So fly like an eagle."
But don′t follow us wherever we go
The shit that I′m saying, make it′s heard
Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird

["Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird" (2x)]

Verse Two:

Now..
My homey′s here to lick on a trick for a Rolex
And let me try the four next
Now the four I was driving was hotter than july
looked up and didn′t see it whippin′ in the sky
Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom
"Calling all cars, I think we′ve got em."
I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood
I think I drove through every single hood
South Central, Compton and Watts
Long Beach, bust a U, here come the cops
Wish I had a genie with about three wishes
Metal flake green on D′s I look suspicious
You know that I′m running
Shit, I hear it humming
Fuck, I see it coming
Is it a bird? Yup
Is it a plane? No
I hit me a right on El Segundo
Wanted to holla, had to ditch the Impala
Let′s see if they would folla
Me, hit a fence, hit a fence, and another
met me a baby pitbull and his mother
Ran up in some peoples house and looked out of the window
I wish it was my ten-four
had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third
cuz I′m getting chased by the ghetto bird

"Just put his hat, ehrrr, he combed his hair and then put his hat back
on. Errr, he′s acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115
miles an hour, with the police chasing him. Ehm, they′re not gonna be
real happy when they catch up with him, no matter what, the eh...
Ehrr, they hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse."


Verse Three:

Officer Bird′s on his way, and I don′t wanna see him
could you please give me the keys to the B.M.?
See, I didn′t want to gank you
but don′t make me bank you, thank you
Tried to get yo the hood, and you might guess
that a fool like me woulda shot Cyrus
Incognito, Ghetto Eagle
Saying, "Fuck, where did he go?"
I bust me a left from Rubellon. Park
The 735 and I′m bailin
Went to my homegirl′s house and got a hug man,
She helped me run like Harriet Tubman
Looked out the window by the black bed
I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed
Then the light from the bird hit me in the face
I close the blinds cause I didn′t wanna catch a case
All that night, I heard the bird circle
while I was eating fish and watching Urkel
She said I could sleep on the couch
By two A.M. I was digging her out
Fuck the ghetto bird

"Which way is he going now?"
"Ok, now..now he′s..he′s actually southbound..on a service street..
and, uh...Gee whiz, uh, I′m gonna get my maps out here and figure
out which service srteet he suddelny turned off on. Uh, the sherriffs
are..are...well I know that...Sherriffs ground units got thrown off"

Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[ice cube]
I love the sound of gangsta shit in the mornin’

[some guy]
Bitch you know the size
World motherfucking wide

[ice cube]
You ain’t got to be in the pen to be in prison
You in the prison of your mutherfuckin’ mind

[some guy]
What kinda time we got up here?

[ice cube]
15:30 am

Everything is real on this concrete and steel
Everything is real on this concrete and steel

The warfare is mental
The warfare is mental

[some guy]
Supreme gangster shit
We dream gangster shit

[ice cube]
Now I wanna see if you punk mutherfuckers is paying attention

I love the sound of gangsta shit in the mornin’

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[Ice Cube]
I got a full tank of unleaded {repeat x4

Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night
---I got a full tank of unleaded--- {repeat

(verse one) {:30
I see you walkin′ and i′m damn near stalkin′
You a chicken head and i′m chicken hawkin′, now we talkin′
′Bout your unlucky backround
And how your ex-boyfriend is smokin′ crack now (why)
I′m very very simpethetic
But baby where you headed?
---I got a full tank of unleaded---
She got in and had ass for days like
---BOOM, BAM, GOD, DAMN!---
She aks me would i harm her
No, i′m a charmer
A fuckin′ night in shining armour
We went out and had a blast, everytime she walked past
Nigga got a quick fast glimpse of that ass
("what choo wanna do after this?")
I wanna get your tities in my fist
But you wanna kiss
Your mouth might taste like dick (e www)
And i grew up on bearin′ wit, trick

Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night
---I got a full tank of unleaded--- {repeat

(verse two) {1:19
Niggas that i know don′t kiss no hoes
Niggas that i know don′t buy no clothes
Niggas that i know don′t fuck no pros
Niggas that i know roll foots (?) in fours (yeah)
Pull them panties off your hips
Pussy deep as crips
And ′bout as wide as my grip
Never ever get me with that wipper feel
They got a pants full of black steel
Am i too real?
You like dick i know you do
Wanna bring out the hoe in you
I know what you′re goin′ thru
You already think you′re cree-al
You should learn to suck this like Vanessa Del Rio
Aww, you thought i was a nice guy
But shit, i was around eight, with bitches gettin′ laid
If i wrap my dick in plastic
Now, how wide can that ass get?
It′s gettin′ drastic

Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night
---I got a full tank of unleaded--- {repeat

(verse three) {2:10
Should of picked up an old girl that i know
That′s what i get for fucking with you young hoes
About to get an attitude, what′s hapenin′?
Baby how you actin′?
Let′s get it crackin′ (c′mon)
No?
well then bitch you got to go
I put her ass out, on imperial
Hoe slamed my door, next to texico
Kick my lexo, broke my window
Put out my indo
Jumped out and said "bitch are you crazy?"
Fucked around and got lazy
She jumped in my car, took off, now i′m stuck
And all i want to do was fuck
(damn....)

I had to stroll all day, I had to walk all night
---i had a full tank of unleaded--- {repeat

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

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 fuck 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 fucked around and got a triple double
Freakin niggas 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

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[Ice Cube Talking]
Damn, what you doing over here? Whassup?
Yeah I was thinking about you the other day
And I was thinking I should have never fucked wit′ your ass
I should have left you right where I founnd you
My bed (echo)

[Verse 1]
When I was with you all you ever do was bitch
Talk shit, but you could suck dick
So I didn′t sweat all the fussin′ and cussin′
On New Year′s Eve, the night I was bussin′(wow)
I would stress and strain to mantain
And didn′t need to hear your motherfucking ass complain
About niggaz in the house (mm), feet on the couch
Talkin′ all loud (yeah), blunt in my mouth (yeah)
Bitch I got fifty cents on this genesis
Talkin′ ′bout niggaz got to vacate the premises
(She′s dead) Homie histor
An′ outa nowhere your ass got hard
Poured out the pub, then you got drugged
We at it again, I tried to count to ten
There′s no end to your naggin′
You can′t treat me like I′m faggin′, hoe
You see I′m saggin′ (no)
Why I gotta act like a motherfucking asshole (why)
To be king of my motherfucking castle
You′ll never be the missus (never)
Breakin′ all my dishes
And fuck all my X-bitches

[Chorus 1]
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
The world ain′t yours, the world ain′t yours
(repeat)

[Verse 2]
On an′ off, off an′ on, bitch I′m grown
So stop playing on my phone (stop)
It was a time we used to bump and grind
And find heaven (ahh)
Without a motherfucking reverend
Managoua twages and bomb-ass massages
And dreams of three-car garages
You say I′m cheating when I′m up at the studio
Come to find out you the hoe, oh
And you was way out
Talkin′ ′bout rap, was gonna play ya
And I was wasting my time writing rhyme (hahaha)
You made yourself loud and clear
You wanted me to choose between you and my career (bitch)
Started fucking with this baller named Chris
Couldn′t resist the Rolex on his wrist
I kept on writing my raps with profanity
Now I′m on tour fucking bitches like Fanady
You tried to diss this, now you missed this
And the first and fifteenth is like Christmas
Send me naked pictures but give it a rest
With Mrs Ice Cube tatood on your breast
Now you at the back door of my show
Dressed like a hoe, axin′ could you blow (no),
Hell no but it′s still delicious
Went from rags to riches
And fuck all my X-bitches

[Chorus 2]
Fuck you, fuck you, especially you
The world ain′t yours, the world ain′t yours
(repeat)

Now I hear you sayin′ "Yeah I used to fuck ′em"
Not lettin′ ′em know I was a young buck then
Niggaz axin′ me "Man, did you love her?"
Loved her stupid ass enough to fuck her with a rubber (bitch)
Now I hear, I′m your big brother (who?)
Second cousin, friend
Bitch since when?
Incest ain′t the way I swing (nah)
Never bought your ass a goddamn thing
That I had to pay for
I was hateful
Ungrateful (uh) and never faithful
Fuckin′ everything that I could get my paws on
Walkin′ through hell with gasoline draws on
Now I′m on the mic, music is my life
Kids and a wife, heard you was a dite (damn)
It′s your thing if you like the switches
But it′s my world and fuck all my X-bitches

(Chorus 1)
(Chorus 2)

[Ice Cube talking]
Never go down the same road twice
Advice from the big homie Ice Cube
Hmm, girl you better get away from here
I don′t want that shit no more
Na,na ahem, and don′t be callin′ at my mama′ house neither
I′m through wit′ you. I′m through wit′ you
I done got smarter. I done got smarter
I ain′t fuckin′ wit′ your daughter

@ Ice Cube

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