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Текст песни:

Ice Cube with The Lench Mob I got it goin on
A nigga that′s livin in the city of the criminal zone
One time can′t keep the law in order
Cos everybody′s goin crazy for a quarter
You′re tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way I′m talkin I′m scarin ya
I′m darin ya to raise hell and bail and brag and sag
Or beat down for ya flag
Cos if you is or you ain′t a gangbanger
Keep one in the chamber
Cos you′ll get them thangs put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol′ school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin did my hair grow?
Will the boys ′n′ the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I′ll static son, you′ll see it′s okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one of my homies wanna squab
I′m still rollin wit The Lench Mob

(AmeriKKKa′s Most Wanted)

Back in the day I dip my shirt in dirt
Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes people got hurt
But if you know me, you know that I′m liable
To bust a cap cos it′s all about survival of the fittest
I′m a menace crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
From the shit I took from people
I reap all your fat shit, jack
Back to the criminals sect
I leave crew after crew but they can′t catch me yet
Cos I′m slick as slippery
They can′t get wit me, cops ain′t shit to me
I can′t dig a pig so I drop the dogs
And sweat em like sweathogs
And get mad, mad cos I′m the nigga that flaunt it
AmeriKKKa′s Most Wanted

Aiyo, here′s what the poster read:
′Ice Cube is wanted dead′
That′s all it said
I put heads to bed and fled the scene wit all the green
Hear shots and si-reens
When I feet first they yo′ rings, now they my rings
So give it up punk and then I just
Put another jack in progress
It′s the American way
Cos I′m the G-A-N-G-S-T-A
Ice Cube - a motherfuckin clepto
And tried to catch the early bird but they slept, so
Who gets the worm?
And if I′m caught in a trap
You know I′ma beat the wack
With a payoff, cop gotta lay off
FBI on my dick, stay off!
I′m not a rebel or a renegade on a quest
I′m a nigga with a ′S′ on his chest
So get the Kryptonite cos I′m a rip tonight
Cos I′m scarin ya, wanted by America

(Aiyo Cube man, they on your ass)

Word, but who the fuck has heard?
It′s time to take a trip to the suburbs
Let em see a nigga invasion
Point blank for the caucasian
Cock the hammer then crackle, smile
Take me to your house, pal
Got to the house, my pockets got fat, see
Crack the safe, got the money and the jewellry
Three weeks later, I′m at the P-A-D
Had a little fly ass bitch wit me
Sittin in a dig, yo it couldn′t be
(Whattup G?) Saw my face on TV
Damn (oh shit!) I didn′t know I lucked out
Struck out, I gotta get the fuck out
Pack my bags and tried to hit the dough when
The ol′ bitch down the street must′ve turned me in
Cos the feds was out there ten deep
I got hassled and gaffled in the back seat
I think back when I was robbin my own kind
The police didn′t pay it no mind
But when I start robbin the white folks
Now I′m in the pen wit the soap-on-a-rope
I said it before and I′ll still taught it
Every motherfucker with a colour is most wanted

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Verse one:

Up early in the morning, dressed in black
Don’t ask why? ’cause I’m down in a suit and tie
They killed a homie that I went to school with(damn!)
I tell ya life ain’t shit to fool with
I still hear the screams of his mother
While my nigga laid dead in the gutter(shit!)
And it’s getting to my temple
Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo?
It makes me so mad I want to get my sawed-in
And have some bodies hauled in
But no, I pay my respects and I’m through(whaddup cube? )
Hug my crew, and maybe shed a tear or two
And I wanna get blitz
Grab my 40 ounce and then I reminisce
About a brother who had to be the one and only
So I dedicate this to my dead homiez...

Verse two:

Another homie got murdered on a shakedown{three gun shots
And his mother is at the funeral, havin’ a nervous breakdown
Two shots hit him in the face when they blasted{two gun shots
A framed picture and a closed casket
A single file line about 50 cars long
All drivin’ slow with they lights on
He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath
What good is that when you’re six feet deep?
I look at that shit and gotta think to myself
And thank God for my health
’cause nobody really ever know
When it’s gonna be they family on the front row
So I take everything slow, go with the flow
And shut my motherfuckin’ mouth if I don’t know(word!)
’cause that’s what pops told me
But I wish he could have said it...to my dead homiez

Verse three:

I remember we painted our names on the wall for fun
Now it’s "rest in peace" after every one
Except me, but I ain’t the one to front
Seems like I’m viewin’ a body after every month
Plus, I knew him when he was yea big
Pour beer on the curb before I take a swig
But somethin’ ain’t right
When it’s a tragedy, that’s the only time that the family’s tight
Lovin’ each other in a caring mood
There’s lots of people and lots of food
They say "be strong" and you’re tryin’
But how strong can you be when you see your pops cryin’?
So that’s why ice cube’s dressed up
Because the city is so fuckin’ messed up
And everybody is so phony
Take a little time...to think about your dead homiez.

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Intro:

You are the prince of darkness
Arch enemy, father of evil
Hell born, demonic, savage, fierce, viscious, wild
Tameless, barbaric, uncontrollabe, obstinate beast

Verse one:

Horny little devil, you gotta back up
Horny little devil, you can’t bust a nut
Lookin at my girlfriend’s black skin
You wanna jump in, but she don’t like white men
So don’t throw that work you fuckin jerk
Or get your punk devil ass hurt motherfucker
She ain’t with the pale face
Cause y’all fuck at a snail’s pace
And you might get sprayed with mace
By the ebony
So when she’s doing her job you better let her be
Don’t try to pinch the gluterus
Thinkin that you about to knock out the uterus
Cause she’ll tell you to kiss her ass quick
And where I’m from, devils get their ass kicked
Mr. sexual harrasment
Asking for a blow while the answer is "fuck no"
Looks like you wanna terminate
But that’s when I go psycho like norman bates
I wanna kill the devil for talkin shit
Cause he can’t get a taste of the chocolate
African breast; cause white bitches got no butt and no chest
Black women have bodies like goddesses
Sorta like venus, but put away your penis
Cause the devil is a savage motherfucker
That’s why I’m lighter than the average brother
Cause you raped our women and we felt it
But it’ll never happen again if I can help it (me neither)
Cause nobody in my neighborhood has caught jungle fever yet
So horny little devil, you better listen
Before your ass comes up missin
And it’s like that

Verse two:

Now you wanna get me
Horny little must be a f-a-g
Tryin to fuck me out my land and my manhood
Got broke eating spam and canned goods
Locking down on my neighborhoods
Treat me less than a man cause right now you got the upper hand
But my ass is a virgin
You mignt have fucked the indians
But you can’t surgeon me
And when I’m on top I wont be fuckin ya
I’d rather put a buck in ya
Cause I hate the devil with a passion
And when I see the whites of his eyes I start blastin
Dig a hole and throw his ass in
And I won’t be happy til I’m down to my last ten
Get his fuckin pitchfork
Tie him up, and then feed the bitch pork
Little devil wanna fuck me out my pay
But horny little devil true niggaz aren’t gay
And you can’t play with my yo-yo
And definitely can’t play with me you fuckin homo
Cause we’ll blow your head off
And turn that white sheet into a red cloth
Plus when they’re all dead
I can quit that jheri juice and get a bald head
Then let it nap up
Go down to the corner store and beat the jap up
Clean all the crap up
Out my city
Now the whole block look shitty
Put his dick on a wood block
Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop
Now who’s the next to nut
Color me badd, but you can’t sex me up
So don’t even try to put a dick in a die
Because this is what why in 1991 i’ma get my gun
Put an end to the devil, so get a fucking shovel

(repeat chorus)

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[Dr. Dre]
Journey with me
into the mind of a maniac
doomed to be a killer
since i came out the nutsac
im in a murderous mindsate
with a heart full of terror
i see the devil in the mirror
BUCK BUCK, Lights out
cause when i get my sawed off
niggaz get hauled off

*Barrel one
touches your motherfuckin flesh
*Barrel two
shoots your fuckin heart out your chest
you see Im quick to let the hammer go click
on my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine
fool its your bad time
feel the blast of the chocolate bomber
Infra red aimed at your head
like your name was Sarah Conner
decapitatin I aint hesitatin
to put you in the funderal home
with a bullet in your dome
Im hot like lava
you got a problem?
I got a problem solver
and his name is revolver
its like a deadly game of freeze tag
I touch you with a 44 mag
and your frozen inside a boddy bag
nobody iller
than this grave yard filler
cap peeler
cause im a natural born killa

[Ice Cube]
Terror illistrates my era
now i cant hang around my momma
cause i scare her
Im quick to blast motherfucker
(yeah whats up)
it feels like im bustin a nut
when i open you up
cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist
all you weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss
cause im givin dirt naps
comin with them bomb ass raps
to make your lungs collapse
perhaps, you never sleep
cause evertime you doze
you catch blows to the motherfuckin nose
aint seen the sun, in 66 days
let me count the ways ^in a fucked up maze^
I never ever ever made a ho stay
but Im down with Dre
like AC is down with OJ
so fuck how your livin
Im the unforgivin
psycho drivin
murdera
its authentic
dont panic
i cant stand it
God Damn it
Scizophrenic
so FUCK CHARLIE MANSON
Ill snatch him out of his truck
hit em with a brick
and I′m dancin

[RBX]
Mass Murderer, Natural Born Killla,
And I dont wanna die
I DONT WANNA DIE
I DONT WANNA
I DONT WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DIE!

[Ice Cube]
I dont understand the logic in my dreams
but i understand i like the sound of Sireens
terrified screams from the streams
of Strycnine
dumpin on any motherfucker tryin to trick mine
cause motherfuckers wanna violate
now they stiff and cold
and they pupils wont dialate
ITS SO MUCH PAIN
MIGRAINE
headache
I can hear his bones break
he steps in the single door
gets his ass whipped with 20 lashes
like that dude up in Singapore
so Im a pull a fuckin Jeffrey Dahmer
now Im suicidal, just like Nirvana

[Dr. Dre]
Tic Toc
Toc Tic Toc Tic
Dr Dre and Ice Cube on some murderous shit
keepin niggaz in order
makin there live shorter
ready to slaughter
cause to me a life aint worth a quarter
or a dime
mushroom′s got my mind
hallicinatin
aint no debatin
im creatin an escape
route to be out without a doubt
Scot Free, so dont even think about tryin to stop me
cause i cant wait
im out the gate
on the for realla
a thrilla
or a natural born killa

[Ice Cube]
GI-GI GI-GI GAGA
THEY CALL ME DADA
6 million ways to murder
choose one
lose one soul
bodies turn cold
natural fright from niggaz goin bump in the night

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

It’s like a holocaust to the boss when I toss
Too much knowledge kicked then you’re lost
In a shuffle of feet, jinx the fiddler
And I control your mind like hitler
You bow and vow to authority
See now, a sucker with a style just boring me
So I show k.n.o.w.
L.e.d.g.e. it might trouble you
Then I transform like a decepticon
With a mic as a bomb
In my right palm
But I don’t stay calm
So panic
Others can’t flow so they go schizophrenic
You thought I dropped a dud in your face
Until you taste the blood of the bass
Then you faint, or better yet pass out
When I’m on the mic, believe it’s ass out
You think you’re raw so you draw
You lose, you’re hung, you bite your tongue
The whole town saw in awe as you strangle
A noose on your neck, and you dangle
From side to side in the blazing heat
You’re beat, you’re dead, the fools fell off
You feel you’re turning red, it’s said
That your head burst
And this is only the first verse
Of the bomb

(break)

Don’t break up the fight let them rumble
Over the years I’ve watched some go super-bad quick
Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach
Now ask yourself, who’s stupid?
I take funky funky beats and I loop it
And pimp slap you in the face with the bass
And the boom from the bomb that I drop
Stop
You have a flat top as a fashion
I love black women with a passion
But when they gotta go and show their ass in
I gotta clown the hoes, yeah
You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres
They’ll steer you wrong
Ice cube’s got it going on, hit me
For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme
The system ain’t wholesome
They want to put a young brother in folsom
And others see me on lockdown
But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word
To the brother that rolls the herb
Everybody getting knocked to the curb like that
Jinx got the gat, and it’s a fact
He’ll kick a funky beat to peel your cap
Now who’s the mack?
Who’s the hoe?
Who’s the trick?
I got many, many styles won’t you take a pick
But don’t be alarmed
When I trip and stumble and fumble
And drop the (rewind)
Drop the bomb

(break)

I’m solo, you ask how I’m living
Still dropping more shit than a pigeon
With the l, the e, the n, the c, the h,
The m, the o, the b, the great
Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha
It’s the hip-hopper that don’t like coppers
And if you try to upset the pot son
You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun
I make the beats, I make the breaks
I make the rhymes that make you shake
Make you find
Ice cube never caught in the middle
I make shit to kick you in the ass a little
And still never hesitate to stutter step
Or bust a repitition on the mic
Still dissing all the hype
From left to right
How many left to fight?
So what that lench mob like?

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Verse one:

Could you tell me who released our animal instinct?
Got the white man sittin’ there tickled pink.
Laughin’ at us on the avenue
Bustin’ caps at each other after havin’ brew
We can’t enjoy ourselves
Too busy jealous... of each other’s wealth
Commin’ up is just in me
But the black community is full of envy
Too much back-stabbin’
While I look up the street I see all the japs grabbin’
Every vacant lot in my neighborhood
Build a store, and sell their goods
To the county of sips (? )
You know us po niggas: nappy hair and big lips?
Four or five babies on your crotch
And you expect uncle sam to help us out?
We ain’t nothin’ but porchmonkeys
To the average bigot, redneck honky
You say comin’ up is a must
But before we can come up, take a look at us

Verse two:

And all y’all dope-dealers...
Your as bad as the po-lice- cause ya kill us
You got rich when you started slangin’ dope
But you ain’t built us a supermarket
So when can spend our money with the blacks
Too busy buyin’ gold an’ caddilacs
That’s what ya doin’ with the money that ya raisin’
Exploitin’ us like the caucasians did
For 400 years - I got 400 tears- for 400 peers
Died last year from gang-related crimes
That’s why I got gang-related rhymes
But when I do a show ta kick some facts
Us blacks don’t know how ta act
Sometimes I believe the hype, man
We’re messin’ up ourselves and blame the white man
But don’t point the finger you jiggaboo
Take a look at yourself ya dumb nigga you
Pretty soon hip-hop won’t be so nice
No ice cube, just vannilla ice
And y’all sit and scream and cus
But there’s no one ta blame- but us


Verse three:

Us ... will always sing the blues
’cause all we care about is hairstyles and tennis shoes
But if ya step on mine ya pushed a button
"cause I’ll beat you down like it ain’t nothin’
Just like a beast
But I’m the first nigga ta holler out {peace, black man
I beat my wife and children to a pulp
When I get drunk and smoke dope
Got a bad heart condition
Still eat hog-mogs an’ chitlin’s
Bet my money on the dice and the horses
Jobless, so I’m a hope for the armed forces
Go to church but they tease us
Wit’ a picture of a blue-eyed jesus
They used to call me negro
After all this time I’m still bustin up the chiffarobe
No respect and didn’t know it
And I’m havin’ more babies than I really can afford
In jail ’cause I can’t pay the mother
Held back in life because of my color
Now this is just a little summary
Of us, but y’all think it’s dumb of me
To put a mirror to ya face, but trust
Nobody gives a fuck about...

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[hook]
[Mr. Short Khop, (Ice Cube)]
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (a-yeay)
I check it in in the Mid-West (hustle, man)
I check it in on the East Coast (The Hustle Gang)
(Look at me)
(Don Matta′)
(Poppa Don)

[Ice Cube]
Check my blood pressure,
they think they fresher than the Don
Prescription pills to keep me calm,
Nigga, I′m da bomb!
In the black Testerosa,
Sippin′ on Mimosa,
A bleedin′ ?nosa?
I′m in the West, we ain′t got the ?nego?
Give me Sicko kilos from Puerto Rico
When I okay it,
So much cheese, you got to weigh it
Never thought these niggaz was the feds
"Freeze" was the sound
I started lettin′ off rounds,
lay the whole fuckin′ room down
I don′t wanna see Your Honor,
Ratha eat pirhana from Benny Hana,
Smokin′ marijuana in my sauna,
I done hade it with these attics and faggots,
They them rattic causin′ static,
bring me my A-U-T-O-matic,
oh niggaz wanna se how we ride
Bitch, you know the muthafuckin′ side,
world muthafuckin′ wide.

[Chorus]
Make yo′ hustle official,
And them niggaz that′s wit′ you,
gotta push tha issue,
on the fools that dis you,
whether pump or pistol,
when it′s up in yo′ gristle,
hand yo′ mama a tissue,
If I decide to kiss you.

*hook* (replace "a-yeay" with "Ask about me")

Can you dig her?
It′s the bigger, seven-figure, super nigga
Wit′ the triggas at yo′ dome,
we like to roam,
Through yo′ muthafuckin′ home like a comb
and find the money that′s gone
And we′ll take you, shake you,
break you, take two,
play you on wit′ the chrome,
nigga shoot!
Execute, they try to electrocute
I got too much loot
Ya say I′m on yo′ hit list,
You niggaz miss,
tryin′ to turn my muthafuckin′ cheese into Swiss
Rappers make bucks and I can hear it,
hard to fear it,
′Cuz I know you grew up on my lyrics
It′s the boss player,
never lost hair over assholes,
blast holes in you muthafuckin′ tadpoles
Like a bullfrog,
nigga I′m a bullhog,
guppies get worked like puppies by the bulldog
Where millions never gave a fuck about Sicilians,
or killas on T.V. can see,
we got the real ones
So check yo′ muthafuckin CD-Rom
and your World Wide Web, dot com,
It′s the Don Mega!

*chorus*
*hook*

[Mr. Short Khop, (Ice Cube)]
What cha call it? (The Hustle Gang) x3
What cha call it? (Hustle, man)

[Ice Cube]
Ask About me x2

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

There′s a new girl on my street
And I might introduce her to mack me
Told my homeboy I was scoping hoping
To crack them legs wide open
Ready to break that banging ass
Get it with the shad
Take a bath in her mouth yeah
Better keep the trojan
And if the sex was good still be the whole frame
Fucked around and told my plan to the man
Sitting next to the god damn men
How was I to know son
That the nigg′ blow with one and told the 4-1-1
With a big fat grand
Talking ′bout all the whores that I ran up in
Broke a nigga plan like dishes
Cuz now the bitch is getting suspicious
She know I fuck whores outa habit
Who framed Cube, mothafuck Roger Rabbit!
Cuz I couldn′t have and got stabbed in the back
By a black ass dirty mack...

CHORUS :

And if you didn′t know it′s like that
I got a big fat gat for the dirty mack
Yeah nigga didn′t you know it was like that
I got a big fat gat for the dirty mack...

There goes the bill-board pull it
And see up I′m still #1 with the bullet
what the fuck do I sing?
It looks like the Predator
it′s gettin dissed by the editor
Looked up and hell of white for caper
It′s to lynch a nigga on paper
But I′m much too black for the god damn cracker
Huh! Dirty Macker
Even the Guardian Angel got mental
But never seen their ass walking past South Central
Little super hair oh don′t lemme catcha
I fuck around and wetcha
Try to dirty mack me out
Try to take food out my kids mouth
You′re looking at my people are stronger than your evil
All you ask where they got the hip hop
At the dope the 187 taxi on your toe
So act like you know
That nigga that′s known to jack
Devils in little red hats
Motherfuckin dirty macks!

CHORUS

Don′t come to an O.G., with that ′he said she said′
Bitch, hit the freeway, dirty mack′s get tossed
Cuz I fuck around, and jump your ass like Kris Kross
Just might blast, snake in the grass
Gotta shake up the ass
Found at a trunk of funk
Tall and stiff as a philly blunt
What more do you want you unfucked up the plot
And deserve just what you got
Cuz I′m hotter than tabasco
You little ass hole
Mow I gotta do you like grass chow
PKO now you see they flow on cannabis
Cause you scandalous
Don′t know who the man is
Ice Cube a jack
The white ass Dirt Mack

OUTRO:

And if you didn′t know it′s like that
I got a big fat gat for the dirty mack
Yo Savage didn′t you know it was like that
I got a big fat gat for the dirty mack
I suppose you don′t know it′s like that
I got a big fat gat for the dirty mack...

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

"and now, the wonderous world of.."
"hey, come to los angeles!
You and your family can have peace and tranquility.
Enjoy the refinement.."
"hey bone, hey nigga where you at though? "
"hello, my name is elaine --
And I’ll be your tour guide through south central los angeles"

[ice cube]
How to survive in south central (what you do? )
A place where bustin a cap is fundamental
No, you can’t find the shit in a handbook
Take a close look, at a rap crook
Rule number one: get yourself a gun
A nine in your ass’ll be fine
Keep it in your glove comparment
Cause jackers (yo) they love to start shit
Now if you’re white you can trust the police
But if you’re black they ain’t nothin but beasts
Watch out for the kill
Don’t make a false move and keep your hands on the steering wheel
And don’t get smart
Answer all questions, and that’s your first lesson
On stayin alive
In south central, yeah, that’s how you survive

"hi this is elaine again.
Are you enjoying your stay in south central los angeles,
Or is somebody taking your things? have you witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
So you and your family can enjoy this tape, over and over again."
"this is los angeles." "this is los angeles."

[ice cube]
Rule number two: don’t trust nobody
Especially a bitch, with a hooker’s body
Cause it ain’t nuttin but a trap
And females’ll get jacked and kidnapped
You’ll wind up dead
Just to be safe don’t wear no blue or red
Cause most niggaz get got
In either l.a., compton or watts
Pissed-off black human beings
So I think you better skip the sight-seeing
And if you’re nuttin but a mark
Make sure that you’re in before dark
But if you need some affection mate
Make sure the bitch ain’t a section eight
Cause if so that’s a monkey-wrench hoe
And you won’t survive in south central

"now you realize it’s not all that it’s cracked up to be.
You realize that it’s fucked up!
It ain’t nothin like the shit you saw on tv.
Palm trees and blonde bitches?
I’d advise to you to pack your shit and get the fuck on;
Punk motherfucker!"

And you need your ass straight smoked
Yo I wanna say whassup to dj chilly chill
Sir jinx, aiyyo cube these motherfuckers don’t know what time it is
So show these motherfuckers what’s happenin
Tell these motherfuckers, don’t fuck around in south central
God damnit!

[ice cube]
Rule number three: don’t get caught up
Cause niggaz are doing anything that’s thought up
And they got a vice
On everything from dope, to stolen merchandise
We discern
Cause south central l.a., is one big yearn
Waitin for a brother like you to catch a disease
And start slangin ki’s
To an undercover or the wrong brother
And they’ll smother, a out of town motherfucker
So don’t take your life for granted
Cause it’s the craziest place on the planet
In l.a. heroes don’t fly through the sky of stars
They live behind bars
So everybody’s doin a little dirt
And it’s the youngsters puttin in the most work
So be alert and stay calm
As you enter, the concrete vietnam
You say, the strong survive
Shit, the strong even die, in south central

Yeah you bitches, you think I forgot about your ass,
You tramp-ass hoes? you better watch out.
And for you so called baller-ass niggaz,
You know what time it is. south central ain’t no joke.
Got to keep your gat at all times motherfuckers.
Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip God damnit.
You’ll sho’ get got, just like that.
This ain’t no joke motherfuckers.
Now I wanna send a shout-out to e-dog, the engineer,
Puttin his two cents in..

"this is los angeles."

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[Ice Cube]
Say you little son of a bitch, what choo tryin′ to be?

--when i′m big i wanna be a thug--

--you wanna be a thug, huh?! (yeah yeah)
What choo know (about) a thug, huh?! (yeah yeah)
You wanna see the bad guy?!
Look at Ice Cube (yeah yeah), that′s the bad guy!
You need people like him, can point cha fingas!
Huh?! (yeah yeah) the fuck you know about this shit?!
You ready to die?! O - K A Y
Where is that, you ready?
Cuz they ain′t touch the bad guy!!! oKay?--

I′m the nigga of the century

--oh, so zhuu a bad guy, c′mon prove it
c′mon, you think you bad?
How bad you are?!--

I′m the nigga of the century

-c′mon lets see how bad you are
c′mon bad guy! C′MOAWNL!!!--


(verse one) {:41
We the worsest, all purpose
You want murderers?
well you Serve us, hattin′ motherfuckers with curb dust
You heard us, don′t shit make us nervous
Not even when these fuckin′ feds try to serve us
Mention me, when you write it in your history
As a nigger with the key to the mistery
Grand motta ain word don′t mean shit to me
Who gives a fuck what they think, and what they see
Live how i got to live
Give what i got to give
Teach my kids positive, as well as the negative
Hope to raise better kids
The world needs a seditive, pray to god that we let him live

--Cuz you bad guy!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me

--You better mention me!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me


(verse two) {1:32
A nigga told me to keep hope alive
Survive, and 95 ′ill get you paradise
So i tried, nigga had to swallow his pride
But look into my eyes, i′m too wise to cook fries
Twelveth grade graduation, summer vacation
Mama said get the facin′ on them applications
Didn′t know back then, i was too young
Public school made me dumb as a motherfucker
What should i do in my life
Reverend Price, do you got some advice
Before i roll the dice
A nigga don′t wanna shoot craps, cuz it ain′t all fun and games
When you tryin′ to get that money mang
Gangbang, maintain or slang cane
T.V. got a nigga where he can′t use his brain
What the fuck you talkin′ bout, choose or loose
Bitch i don′t know the motherfuckin′ rules! (for real)

--Cuz you bad guy!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me

--You better mention me!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me


(verse three) {2:36
Who am i when it′s do or die
You can see a man′s sould thru the human eye
Can′t spend all your lifetime gettin′ high
Cuz you and i got to do, for you and i
Acktin′ wild as a jevenile
Now my whole life depends on the outcome of a trial
Wait-pow! these people ain′t playin′ now
Got to bring 85 percent of the time now
Fuck that, rather roll with the ruff pack
In the jet black, listenin′ to ruff rap
See it′s quite simple, you bitches ass niggas don′t know
What i′ve been thru, the weather′s presedential
The warfare′s mental, i sell my soul to the lord
For the perfect instrumental
And the number two pencil
And all the hussle found in chromasones of my kinfolk

--Cuz you bad guy!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me

--You better mention me!-- I′m the nigga of the century
--O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me
--Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery
Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me

--yeah, ok ok ok ok, call loko take it easy mang, choo got it!
Choo leave it the fuckin′ illest nigga to fuckin′ shit you!
Dess no problem withs that! gawn′na fuck dat!
June have a fuckin′ heart attack
It′s over! EVERYBODY KNOWS NOW!
It′s no fuckin′ secret
Joo know dis motherfucker, O - K A Y ?!!
It′s over! that′s it, die !!!
BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!!--


(Ice Cube - ′Pushsin Weight′ sample) {4:03
~I got that bomb...bomb...tit-tit...
Tity-tit...tity-tity...tity bomb...bomb...bomb
w-when I hit you uhh uhh uhh...

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[Intro - Sleep]
Hey wassup Cube?
Man I′m glad I caught you at your momma′ house homey
Wassup man? You still got your pager right or you lost it?
(It′s the curse, the curse....the curse, the curse)
Y′know my code right? I been pagin you for about a week man
(The curse, the curse) I heard about the deal ya got
Greed, Khop (The curse, the curse)
Check this out, you owe a nigga somethin man

[Ice Cube]
Do the math baby, do the math (Ch-ching)
Do the math baby, do the math (Ch-ching)
Do the math baby (The curse, the curse)
Do the math baby (The curse, the curse)

It′s the curse of money, once you get it, fool you got it
Buy a new pair of drawers and motherfuckers spot it
Niggas plotted, to have me knotted up in basements
till these cocksuckers see what they′re faced with
Their fantasies of a life stress-free
Full of orgies, in the Florida Keys
But this bullshit is so thick, it′s like mountains
Sick of threatenin all my lawyers and accountants
The decibals, gold diggers goin for the testicles
Soon they realise, I don′t invest in hoes
Sometimes it′s like hell on earth
When everybody tryin to get your ass for all your worth
It′s the curse

(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
(The curse, the curse) Do the math

When you hot, they think you got more than you got
When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop
I just laugh, the curse everybody wanna have
Before you sell your soul better do the math

I start to scream shit like "May day, may day"
Cos motherfuckers think it′s all grav-ay wit my pay day
And like I said, it′s the curse of money
They start laughin at your jokes when they ain′t that funny (Ha ha ha)
See this ass kissin yes man
Shakin hands with the left hand, get my weap-an, get to stepp-an
Fuck every phony ass nigga round me
Stick a shaft up your ass like Richie Roundtree (Yea yea!)
Got to have some gas money if you goin
If not who you fuckin? Who you flowin? Who you owin?
In ′98 don′t shit come free
Not even hard rhymes that′s describin these hard times

(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby, do it
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby, aha
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
(The curse, the curse) Do the math, ooh wee

When you hot, they think you got more than you got
When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop
I just laugh (haha), the curse everybody wanna have
Before you sell your soul better do the math

[Mack 10]
To relax I smoke a stick, the shit make me sick
Gotta gang of new homies, and relatives on my dick
No time for drama, busters get sprayed
Bitches wanna get layed, and everybody need their bills paid (Everybody)
Motherfuckers, sweat me like a spy
They wanna kick it cos I, got the curse of mulah
Make me wanna start scrappin and look at me to make it happen
What the fuck was they doin before Mack 10 was rappin ?!? Tell me
(What the fuck?) how can I remain a man of seven figures
when I′m rushed by gold diggers everytime I get bigger? (Ch-ching)
Like David Banner, when I tweak I turn green
And everytime I′m seen it′s like people start to fiend
It′s the curse

[Ice Cube]
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (aha)
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (1 million, 2 million)
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (3 million)
(The curse, the curse) Do the math

When you hot, they think you got more than you got
Yeah they do
When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop (Motherfuckers)
I just laugh, the curse everybody wanna have
Before you sell your soul better do the math (Better do it)

(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
Get the fuck outta here
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
With dollar signs in your eyes
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (Ha ha, sheeit)
(The curse, the curse) Do the math

[Outro - Ice Cube]
Leave your ass broke
Rabbit ears, nigga for pockets, haha he
I′m cursed! Hahaha, but I love it

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Mr. Dirty Harry, you look really scary
With your .357, officer Kevin
Spent 11 years on the force trying to get mine
Head got the flat top, boots got the spit shine
Don′t give a fuck about my neighborhood
Just wanna do your eight hours, then hit the showers
Shoot a brother down adn you don′t send flowers
Goddamn sherrif, can′t wait to tarriff
A chunk of a nigga ass, but watch a nigga blast
And get away nigga fast
You ain′t gonna have me face down no more
You ain′t gonna have a chance to clown no more
To the boys in blue, I got kids too
Ain′t going out like a jigaboo, no no no
On my way to the store
You see me in a Range Rover, now you gotta pull me over
But where oh where is the ticket?
You got your hand on your gun cause you′re wicked
You don′t like the face of the original man
But you gotta treat me like an individual man
Talk right and I′ll talk right back
Show some goddamn respect to the black
Cause I gotta get back to my wife
But I′m sorry, you ain′t gonna take my life

Just because you got a badge
Did you think Ice Cube was gonna wave the white flag?
Cracker please, you can yell freeze
I′d rather die standing up than die on my knees
You think you can do anything you want to do
To my crew when you come through, man fuck you
Shooting up South Central
Catch your ass slipping at a rent show



Could have popped you off, one dead cop
But I know you got a wife and a dog named Spot
I show a little mercy cause I′m civilized
Looking through a nigga′s eyes at a much bigger prize
But when I saw Rodney it got me so hot
Made me wanna go out and po

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Intro:

Every January 16th, it′s "The Dreamer, The Dreamer."
And all of you say, "I have a dream; The Dreamer."
And what did he dream?It stuck him right there.
And little black boys, and little white girls
will one day hold hands together.
Shit.
Is that where it′s at?Is that where it′s at now?
Them little blacks hands are yours.
You can′t hold the black brothers′ hands?
But you gonna grow old holdin′ crackers′ hands
before you hold each other′s hands?
You gonna walk with your enemy
before you learn to walk with one another?
How sick can you be?
(Enemy)

Verse One:

Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot
where you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot
Supercat said that the ghetto red hot
bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot
nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it
buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it
listen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive
god will survive, him protect the civilized
who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?
not me, not me
me never eat from the tree with the apple
I′d rather have a Snapple
do you know where you′re going to
do you know where you′re runnin from
scared of the sun, I live in the sun
You shrivel up like a raisin
and burn like the blunt that I′m blazin
Ku Klux Klan scared of my nutty beats
cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets
out number you somethin like 15 to 3
see, don′t love your enemy

Chorus

Enemies, enemy runnin from the G
enemies, enemy, you′re my enemy
enemies, enemy, when will I see?
enemies, enemy R.I.P.

Verse Two:

Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?
J. Edgar Hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya
with the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire
me not afraid, cause me know Elijah
goin to the East but straight from the Westside
swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride
through the fire, through the fire that will please us
I know that Farrakhan is your baby Jesus
devil don′t you know I′m a soldier?
in God′s name and the baby claim I′m gonna hold ya
like Folger′s Crystals feds
I′ma pick your ass like Juan Valdez
you don′t care if me die from the cracka
you don′t care if me have a heart attacka
you don′t care if me get car jacka
you don′t care cause you′re nothing but a cracka
now it′s Judgement Day, and Allah′ll never play
"freedom got an AK," them Guerilla say
Bobby Seale said, "please make it rough, bro"
when God give the word, me herd like the buffalo
through your neighborhood, watch me blast
tribe of Shabazz, get in that ass
you shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me
now you′re just a enemy

Chorus


Verse Three:

Now I change my style up, my style up,bodies pile up
just to trouble you, throwin out the W
sent me a subpoena
cause I kill more crackas then Bosnia, Herze - govina
each and every day out a siz-tre Chevrolet
with the heavy A to the muthafuckin K
now you treat me like a germ
cause your scared of the su - per sperm
please don′t bust til you see, the whites of his eyes
the whites of his skin, the whites of his lies
nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose
ya scared I′ma put this bone in your hoes
but I don′t wanna, I′ve been to cona
from the cavebitch with the nasty persona
hit me with the big black billy club
cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub
three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub
and it′s really scary, now they′re in the military
Sodom and Gomorrah, devil read your Torah,
Bible, Holy Qur′an
once again it′s on, got the hollow point teflon
and the brother Ron 2X, so who′s next?
(devil)
with Dub C, Brother G
Crazy Toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy
high off the Hennesy
hundred ten degree, no it′s not Tennesee
West L.A., what the hell can I say?
niggas wanna play, each and every day
pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the J
rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?
handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper
grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her
they call me Thumper cause I thump til it hurt
knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work
Master Farad Muhammad comin like a comet
when they see em, they all start to vomit
1995, Elijah is alive
Lewis Farrakhan, NOI
Bloods and Crips and little ol me
and we all gettin ready for the enemy

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

(big bird: sesame street)
Hey look at this! I was cleaning out my nest
And I found a book of my old poetry

(ice cube)
Fresh out of school cause I was a high school grad
Gots to get a job cuz I was a high school dad
Wish I got paid like I was rappin’ to the nation
But thats not likely, so here’s my application
Pass it to the man at at&t
Cuz when I was in school I got the a. e. e.
But there’s no s. e. for this youngsta
I didn’t have no money so now I have to hunch the
Back like a slave, thats what be happenin
But whitey says there’s no room for the african
Always knew that I would boycott, jeez
But welcome to mcdonalds can I take your order please
Gotta sell ya food that might give you cancer
Cuz my baby doesn’t take no for an answer
Now I pay taxes that you never give me back
What about diapers, bottles, and similac
Do I gotta go sell me a whole lotta crack
For decent shelter and clothes on my back?
Or should I just wait for help from bush
Or jesse jackson, and operation push
If you ask me the whole thing needs a douch
A masengel what the hell cracker sale in the neighborhood
To the whorehouse bitches,
Miss porker, little joe or todd bridges
Or anybody that he know
So I got me a bird, better known as a kilo
Now everybody know I went from po’ to a nigga that got dough
So now you put the feds against me
Cause I couldn’t follow the plan of the presidency
I’m never givin’ love again
Cuz blacks are too fuckin broke to be republican
Now I remember I used to be cool
Till I stopped fillin’ out my w-2
Now senators are gettin’ hired
And your plan against the ghetto backfired
So now you got a pep talk
But sorry, this is our only room to walk
Cause we don’t want a drug push
But a bird in the hand is worth more than the bush

Tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)
Tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Get your ass in here, boy
You hear me calling you?
O’shea!>

When I was young I used to hang with the seventh graders
Little bad motherfucker playing space invaders
Fucking with the girls in the fourth grade
Either feeling on they butts or pulling on they braids
Walking with the schoolhouse bully
By doing that, I had a lot of pull, g
Cheating on tests, making a mess
Cussing like a sailor at recess
It must a been a half moon
Cause you’ll catch me running out the little girls’ bathroom
Chewing on good and plenties
Got my gamble on at lunch pitching pennies
Yo I was living like the class clown
Pulling all the hokes, making all the jokes man
When you young it’s hard to see
That it’s wrong throwing rocks at the rtd
Popping out your window with a bb gun
Better yet knocking on your door and run
Playing hide-and-go-get-it for a little stank
Even though I was still shooting blanks
As soon as the dark hit
I was stealing candy out the corner market
Until I got my ass whipped
Cause I was ten years old, doing dumb shit

Thirteen, that’s how old I was
When my jimmy started getting a little peach fuzz
And I was looking at any butt and ass
Me and my homies started cutting class
Going up to the high school
Looking for any bitch I could lie to
Tell em I was older than I really was
Smoked my first joint and got really buzzed
That’s what a mack’s made of
But when I got my first piece of pussy I fell in love
Hard as a rock the long way
And then I put the rubber on the wrong way
But I still gotta have it
Overexcited and fucking like a jackrabbit
Goddamn I was hot
A virgin but I still knew how to lay pipe
Even though the hoe worked me
I still knocked the boots from here to albuquerque
Then the shit got strange money
I started shaking and jimmy felt funny
Then the nut came gushing
I jumped up got dressed and start pushing
Cause I thought the bitch broke my dick
Cause I was still young doing dumb shit

At 17 got my first volkswagon
And mastered the life-long art of dragging
To the women in college
Hung out with the og’s and got some street knowledge
Breaking in cars and all that
Hitting punk fools with a baseball bat
Fucking at a real fast rate
Til they said that I might not graduate
Then I said fuck the dumb shit
Cause pops’ll fuck me up quick
If things continued
So I start rapping about shit I been through
And I got real good
Now I look at all the kids in the neighborhood
Trying to be baby macks
Doing shit that I did seven years back
Going through a stage
But before they can grow up they on the front page
And they mommas is having a fit
Cause they died young doing dumb shi

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[Intro]
[′Big Worm′ talking]
Yeah that′s cool
Er, everything closed so we just
We might as well just go straight to the hotel
And just get some rest
Let me slide this dick up on in ya

[Verse 1]
[Ice Cube]
If I was fucking you right about now
You′d have a dick stuck in you (yeah)
Have to go brag to your fucking crew
On how this rap nigga dick you down
Kendo passed them guts and didn′t have to kick you down
Who this bitch nigga wit′ you now?
Do we know about your X-files?
And your sex styles?
And all the niggaz that you think about fucking
And all the shit you know you really wanna do when we buzz it (hahaha)
[K-Mac]
If I was fucking you, shit, it′d be like drama (yeah)
And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac)
So do what I tell you and everything′ll be alright
You′re cute as fuck, plus that ass is tight (hype)
Get the fuck on ′fore these niggaz start to fight
I can see it in your eyes, you wanna fuck tonight
Give Herden everything, she got a fool in love (fool)
Gave it up to me and gangsta after the club
[Mr Short Khop]
If I was fucking you, I′d be pakin the piss
The horny weight dick gettin′ laid is for chips
Bitch I′m tryina′ make grits
Him in with the trojan pack ′o six
Hin the gin and juice the mix
No time to pause, gots to drop draws
Prep through a half spankin′, breakin′ down walls
With tactics, nigga used two proper lactics (double-up)
Hit the twat chopper style
Bang it up back (echo)

[Chorus]
If I was fucking you (echo)
(overlapping) ooh, oo, yeah, a, ahh, uhh, uh, come on

[Verse 2]
[Ice Cube]
If I was fucking you, you′d be like fuck everybody
Kill, this pussy yours
Washin′ dishes, rubbin′ floors
Doin′ chores for a nigga
Open doors for a nigga
Ridin′ shotgun, holdin′ forty-fours for a nigga
At the motelly, got you on your belly
In come morcelli
Niggaz calling K-Mac, bitches calling Kelly
Do it like Arthur Fonzarelli, hit the lights
So we can try to reform these potential dites
[K-Mac]
If I was fucking you, you′d be spendin′ all your dough (yeah)
Buying nigga shit, that you don′t even know (mm)
Credit card maxed out
Bank account tapped out
Writin′ bad cheques (hahaha)
When I call you break your neck
You do whatever please me, runnin′ burs while I take it easy
Will as you do whatever, live your life just to please me
These buster-ass niggaz make the shit so easy
(He was fucking me?) for sheazly
[Mr Short Khop]
If I was fucking you, I′d let the homies fuck too
Run up in the guts bust nuts and we′re through
Hey you feenin′
cooch screamin′, heatin′ cleanin′
Tag-teamin′, suckin′ semen (echo)
Keep it low, put it in your grill cos you love me
With video footage of you giving nigga scully (got you)
Hold it till you′ve chocked off the bitched and got got
And roll one to smoke, grab my shit and shake my spot

(Chorus)

(Intro)
[′Big Worm′ talking]
Nineteen inches of complicated funk. hahahaha
Ango urgin′, probably be vomiting dick for a week though
Suckin′ on semen, hahahahahahah...

Hmmm... be careful what you wish for, you just might get it

@ Ice Cube