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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

Текст песни:

It′s on like Donkey Kong
You wanted that fast buck
now I gotta light that ass up
The nigga with the big fat trigger
Don′t test me, gravedigger had the swig
of the ST, remember the time we first met her
You threw your set up now you gotta get wetter
BOOM! PING! BUCK! POW!
Now who′s that nigga with the diff′rent style?
Uhh, ya wanted ta trick
It′s all about the pud and who can empty it
First mate, they made day AK
and I′ll Kurtis Blow ya ass away like AJ
I′m almost certain I′m put on the hurtin
Bitch, it′s curtains!
Locced in my motherfuckin head
Gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared
You in danger, Mr Gangbanger
It ain′t cool to take nappy from a stranger
Wit′cha drive-by′s it took time to catch ya
but now I gotta wet′cha

Chorus:

Now I gotta wet′cha (wet′cha)
Now I gotta wet′cha (wet′cha)
I′m comin ta get′cha (get′cha)
You better hope I don′t catch ya (catch ya)
(You′re all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger
(You′re all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger

S-I-M-I
Valley for the KKK, Rodney!
A place on the map where the order is
though devils can′t leap up a motorist
and get nothin but a slap on the wrist
Gorillas, gorillas report

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[Ice Cube]
I been servin′ niggas since 1985
Niggas want the gutter
Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony
My nigga Gangsta, Squeek Rule
Keep it gangsta y′all, keep it gangsta

(chorus) {:14
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain′t the rugged shit {repeat

(verse one) {:25
Keep it gangsta y′all, I want to thank you all
Niggas comin′ with that bullshit, it′s gankin′ y′all
We can ride to this kinda shit and bank them all
Nigga ball ′till you fall motherfucker thats all
Can′t none of y′all hang with me putin′ in work
Turn this motherfucker up unless you goin′ to church
Nowadays, crazy ass bitches want they bills paid
But can′t even make a good thang of kool-aid (ha ha)
But chicken heads get chicken feed (bahk bakh)
(a) Lil′ dick and weed (bahk bakh)
Everything that a chicken need (bahk bakh)
Tryin′ to pot I get real as Chris Rock
Make a bitch hot, turn into Fort Knox (bitch know)
It′s Ice Cube comin′ straight from the gutter
Westcoast Don, you fags undastata (?)

[Jayo] (verse two) {:59
There is sa-lethal in the gas chamber
I′m full of anger, nigga the west is in the house
But you still in for some danger
And when i′m thru, I take your bitch and finger bang her
But if she looks tossed up, i′ll slang her
Beat you like mama dearest with a clothes hanger
Cuz the gang a niggas be tryin′ to spit
But you can′t spit it like this
I come equiped to rip, any battle
And leave him strung in his crew
but they put me in the twist like Trump
I can collapse or puncture, the lungs of anyone
Give him a chance to spit his last word, unerve
then he done
20/20 ain′t good enough
Rappers they ain′t seein′ me, this Jay-O Felony
And nobody can stand three of me
Caution keep MC′s out of my reach, i′m on a mission
And be gettin′ to your fuckin′ hide to be called a physician
Immediately, I puts it down at a show (Jay-O)
But loked to choke the shit out a fool, nigga dat′s on doo low

[Ice Cube]
Keep it gansta y′all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gansta y′all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gansta y′all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gansta y′all, keep it gangsta (all my life)

(verse three) {1:50
I′m sick of these rap niggas lyin′ ′bout they rich (what?)
Lyin′ ′bout they bitch (what?)
Lyin′ ′bout they dick (what?)
I′m sick of these rap niggas lyin′ ′bout they hits (huh?)
Lyin′ ′bout they whips (huh?)
Lyin′ ′bout they six (yeah)
I′m sick of these rap niggas lyin′ ′bout they clothes (brrrmmph!)
Lyin′ ′bout they hoes (uhh)
Lyin′ ′bout they rows (uhh)
I′m sick of these rap niggas lyin′ ′bout they house (punk!)
Lyin′ about they clout (yeah)
Lyin′ up in they mouth (yeah yeah)
It′s the Mah-hurage-ny, my niggas; kamekaze
Illuminaughty, bitch hoes in they body
We the riders, we push like mahz-er-aties
Do karatees, on hatters, and you hotties
Fuck the party, come on, my niggas focus
We the richest, pretend that we the brokest
Niggas notice, as soon as you′re checking quotas
We the coldest, so go and tell the rollers (biotch!)

[Gangsta] (verse four) {2:30
Who dat? next out the game, in blue kahks
Gangsta′s the name, niggas wonderin′ how I do that
By the thug way, package and transportin′ the drug way
Only means of makin′ a livin′, the Crip and Blood way
I′m on grates when i′m grindin′
I′m on stakes when i′m dinnin′
And on sunday′s on the wine
Is you can′t calm the savage beast (never)
And I can make your birds rise like geese, K-Mac tell ′em
You sell ′em, I swell ′em, loke (sell ′em loke)
Hard or soft determines how much a nigga sell ′em for
We got the fish scale texture (fish scale)
Now if you cook it yourself you get extras
Dub that shit to death with this dub thang
Only a few niggas left with this love mang
So we cop together (yeah), put it in the beeker
Rock together (uhh), claim blocks together
And fuck cock together, nigga (brrrph!)

[Ice Cube] (chorus) {3:11
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain′t the rugged shit {repeat

(Squeek Rule)

[Squeek Rule] (verse five) {3:22
Look in my eyes
I see the dollar sign dogg, and my dick start to rise
Got to handle money, got to stack the money (tell ′em)
Buzzin′ like a bee cuz I crave for the honey
Million dollar tickets make bitches look wicked
So you innocent hoes, ain′t got to like ta kick it
I know you knows (uhh), cuz now my decimals (yep)
Done fiend for the green, keep you itchin′ in your panty hose
Your eyes full of gleem (brrrmmph!)
You wanna get on my team, and live my dream
Captain of the ship is what i′m boastin′
Hit the three wheel motion, i′m the shit when i′m coastin′ (uh huh)
Down the boulevard, flossin′ hard
Lights hit the chrome, don′t go lick ′em like a movie star
Money makes me a savage (what it do?)
Shit, I brake down the world for the cabbage (Squeek Rule)

[Ice Cube]
Keep it gansta y′all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y′all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y′all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gansta y′all, keep it gangsta (all my life)

(chorus) {4:11
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain′t the rugged shit {repeat

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Ice Cube the great!!

"He has indicated to us that he has sufficient.. firepower..
to.. blow up the Bradley vehicle..
and in fact his words were
′We are ready for war.. let′s get it on′"

[Ice Cube]
War.. "War and peace"
Sing it!

Chorus: singer interprets No Doubt′s "Don′t Speak"

War and peace... (Sing it!)
War and peace forever!
War and peace together.. always!

Verse One: Ice Cube

I′m at the highest peak, still glad the meak is understandin me
Artillery, thoughts of killin me is just a fantasy
The man in me is ready for war, like Holyfield/Tyson IV
A gang against you niggaz on the shore
Either or, your whole family is on the floor
Windows breakin all around em, you can′t climb this mountain
I′m at the fountain, with my troops
I start screamin at em like Patton, we gattin at you fools!

Chorus

Verse Two: Ice Cube

Negotiate... strategy is the key!
I hope they ain′t... exclusively after me!
Cause if they are... we gots to be who we be!
And make a star... out of a head enemy!
The papers said... that he died tragically!
They found his head... with no legs and bo-dy!
We made a pledge... to the Dub-S-C!
Bloodshed... if they got no love for peace!
Sing it!

Chorus

Verse Three: Ice Cube

I′d rather break bread than uhh, break your head
Break your legs, have em broken, I ain′t no joke
Don′t provoke, the gun smoke from the highest slope
Eternal peace, for my peoples and my folks
My crips and my bloods, criminals and my thugs
Just show a nigga love when I′m rollin on them dubs
Just, give a nigga hugs, we can ride on this piece
Westside for Life but still down with the East
Sing it!

Chorus 2X

After the haters attempt to blow up his car
We find our hero, Ice Cube, on the ground
Bruised, but not beaten
He pulls out his cell phone.. WITH THE CHIP!
And begins to dial Mack One-Oh
Who′s faded and rolling through Inglewood
with Mr. Short KHOP
Words.. are spoken

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Verse one:
You know it ain’t no stoppin all tha doggs I’m droppin
It’s friday night so everythang is poppin.
I got skin lets spin on da hand,
So let tha games begin.
Yakity yak don’t jump back or it’s on,
Callin up earl on tha car phone.
Mack 10 just got out of court,
Rollin through tha hood in his super sport ropin too $hort.
Eighteens got tha rearview mirrors vibratin,
And deep dish daytons.
You know how we do it,
Ain’t nuttin to it but tha floss,
Overcrowdin harrison walks.
’cuz if ya fuck wit ours,
We leave scars,
Out of g ride cars,
Livin like stars.
Might hit tha highway,
On tha vegas run fool ’cuz it’s friday.

Chorus:
Oh yeah, throw ya neighborhood in tha air,
If ya don’t care. [x2]

Verse two:
Standin outside on a friday livin on tha edge,
’cuz we all got ’dem hard heads.
It’s seems like we all are waitin,
For a drive by playin tag wit satan.
But we chillin yeah we ready and willin,
Ya hear about tha latest westside killin.
Forty sippin,
Set trippin,
Fo’ dippin,
Get tha grip in,
Neva slippin.
Bg’s tryin tah hang out,
But og said take ya little ass in tha house.
My big homey just got out,
Used tah be down now he’s just crack ad.
He’s bout hard as darth vada
In his sweat shirt, khakis and chuck taylors.
Just see him in the drive way,
Gettin beat like a smoka fool ’cuz it’s friday.

-chorus-

Verse three:
Why must I be like dat and chase da cat,
Or settle for a hoodrat.
Dookie braids no dreadlocks,
Flyin in and out of jail have a chicken and a cock.
And I love her ’cuz she down,
Tah fuck around wit tha underground pussyhound.
And her ass is big round and wide,
Jacked up makin nigga down tah ride.
Smokin indo,
Playin dat super nintendo,
Hear a rat tat tat on my window.
Gave her ass dat pelvic thrust,
Don’t trust tha rubber ’cuz it’s bound tah bust.
In tha oven in tha nappy,
I had on two so I was happy.
’cuz dat hiv’ll make ya dick hang sideways,
And dat ain’t cool fool ’cuz it’s friday.

-chorus-

Throw tha west side in da air,
Throw tha east side in da air,
Throw tha south side in da air,
Throw tha north side in da air.
Oh yeah!

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

From N.W.A. and the Posse/Greatest Hits.

[Eazy-E]
Oh, shit. I guess there′s one less bitch you gotta worry about.

[Narrator]
Let′s describe a certain female. A female with the disease of character
and attitude. If you will, a snob. However, in a view of NWA...

[Ice Cube]
A bitch is a bitch (bitch)
So if I′m poor or rich (word up)
I talk in the exact same pitch
Now, the title bitch don′t apply to all women
But all women have a little bitch in ′em (yeah)
It′s like a disease that′s plagues their character
Takin′ the women of America (yeah)
And it starts with a letter B
It makes a girl like that think she better than me (bitch)
See, some get mad and some just bury
But, yo, if the shoe fits wear it (wear it)
It makes ′em go deaf in the ear
That′s why when you say ′hi′ she won′t say ′hi′
Are you the kind that think you′re too damn fly?
Bitch eat shit ′n die (ha, ha)
Ice cube comin′ at you at crazy pitch
(Why?) I think a bitch is a bitch

′Who the fuck you think you′re callin′ a bitch you little ? muthafucka?
I dunno who the fuck you think you′re talkin′ to. Let me tell you one
muthafuckin′ thang, I′m not a...′ [Eazy E] ′Bitch, shut the fuck up.′

Yo, you can tell a girl that′s out for the money (How?)
She look good and the bitch won′t phony
She ain′t no dummy she′s right the ...
Yo, bitch fuck when I′m driving
See a young nigga that′s striving
You′re thru′ without a BMW
That′s why a bitch is a bitch
I guess, or ether P-M-S
Here, test the girl that′s kinda snobby (a′ight)
And I bet you dis a nigga is her hobby
And after she finished the test
Write today a B-I-T-C-H
And watch her get mad ′cause she know it′s true (she know it)
But a nigga like me, I say ′fuck you′
Do like Ice Cube, slam her ass in a ditch (slam her ass)
′Cause a bitch is a bitch

′Why I gonna be a bitch?′
′I ain′t call you no bitch. If you′d listen to a goddamn song it′d tell
you what a bitch is.′
′Fuck the song ′cause I′m not no muthafuckin′ bitch.′
′I didn′t say you was a bitch.′
′Fuck you, punk-ass nigga!′
′Fuck you, bitch!
′Fuck you! Who the fuck you think you are?
′Fuck you! Suck my dick, bitch!

I once knew a bitch who got a slack
′Cause she playing me like she was all that
A bitch can be your best friend talking behind your back (yeah)
About who′s fucking who and who′s getting fat
Look at yourself for me, (look bitch)
Now do you fall in this category?
Or you′re the kind that won′t bleak
′Cause you don′t think, yo, shit stinks
Luckily I haven′t had a drink
′Cause I′ll down you ass
Than I′ll clown your ass
′Cause the niggas I hang with ain′t rich (I ain′t rich)
We′re all saying ′Fuck you bitch!′ (Word up!)
Now, what I can do with a hoe like you
Been your ass over then I′m thru′
? that you see Ice Cube ain′t takin′ no shit
(Why?) ′Cause I think a bitch is a bitch

[Narrator]
There you have it. The description of a bitch. Now ask yourself,
are they talking about you? Are you that funky, dirty, money-hungry,
scandalous, stuck-up, hair piece contact wearing bitch? Yep, you
probably are.

Bitch

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

You can′t trust a big butt and a smile
No, that′s the old style
In ninety-deuce, shit ain′t quite the same
Bitches gotta brand new game, yo
It′s kinda hard to see
But the dating game ain′t what it used to be
Back in the day, if a ho wanted ya dough
She give you a piece of ass and there we go
Go and get knocked up and then get socked up
You be broke and locked up
But the news done hit
Bitches all over on some new improved shit
To y′all macks
Come to find out that bitches are pullin jacks
I remember every night all you had to worry about
Was gettin caught at a red light
And the nigga gettin ya five, day to days
Now shit done changed
Cos you gots to watch the ones in the skirt
And it ain′t about gettin burnt
I know it sounds strange, but could you
Stop thinkin with ya dick for a change
Cos you′ll get a bullet in your brain, Mr Rich
And about that bitch, don′t trust em

Chorus

(Ice Cube comin at′cha with a crazy bitch)
Don′t trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
(Ice Cube comin at′cha with a crazy bitch)
You can′t trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
*Repeat*

Here′s how the bitches jack:
They try to catch a dumb nigga in the act
You came to the club, stepped to the bar
And pulled out a wad of Doves
After you got buzzed, she walk by
You saw how big her ass was
Got her on the dancefloor
And she started dancin like a ho
Jimmy got stiff, she ain′t have a ride home
So you gave the bitch a lift
She didn′t wanna trouble you
But hopped her big ass in your BMW
Hopped to her house and started kissin
And Jimmy just wouldn′t listen
Cos you got real horny
And that

@ Ice Cube