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Текст песни:

Intro: [sampled announcer]

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

Verse One:

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

Damn, what can I do?

Today...

Verse Two:

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

Today...


Verse Three:

Phucked up in the pen, now it′s ninety-fo
Back in LA, and I′m bailin′ in the dough
Everybody, now I gotta start from scratch
So where to work at, and niggas smirk at
Me say ain′t nuttin′ poppin from here to the LB
What you tell me?
No it ain′t crack, and everybody′s jackin′ for a coupe
Cuz, they sent in the troops
Even tho I got muscle, that ain′t my hustle
Takin′ niggas sh*t in a tussle
No skills to pay the bills
Takin′ ′bout education to battle inflashion
No college degree, just a dumb ass G
(Yeah you Nigga, who me?)
I got a baby on the way, damn it′s a mess
Have you ever been convicted of a felony? Yes
Took some advice from my Uncle Fester
All dressed up in polyester
Welcome to McDonalds may I please help you?
sh*t, what can I do?

Today...

Outro:

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

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

Guilty on every charge

@ Ice Cube

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@ Ice Cube

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[Snoop Dogg]
Nigga you need to stop snitchin!
All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin
Nigga if you scared, go to church
You knew the job was dangerous when you took it

Whattup it′s the big boss Dogg
Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C.
And I′m bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube
And I′m C-walkin on the motherfuckin concrete

[Intro: Ice Cube]
Yo if you′re fucked up, put your cups up
Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, nigga what′s up
See he′s a gangster, I′m a hustler
Yo it′s either thank ya, or it′s fuck ya

[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I′m down with Lil Jon ain′t got to pretend (YEAH!)
"Crunk Juice" nigga run the club that you in (HEY!)
You scary motherfuckers don′t wanna bring the ruckus (NAH!)
You just spend all your time in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I′ma knock fire nigga
from yo′ ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all the way down South (YEAH!)
I ain′t Mike Jones, keep my name out′cha mouth bitch (Mike Jones)
We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin
Look at Mr. Jackson, nigga with no reaction
If you scared, go to church, we gon′ hit you where it hurts
That don′t work, we′ll put you in the dirt
Cause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (hey)
Lyrics full of steroids, niggaz paranoid (hey)
And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up
When you realize your favorite rapper ain′t got no nuts

[Chorus 2X: Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
If you a scared motherfucker go to church (GO TO CHURCH)
If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A DO YOUR DIRT)
If you a down motherfucker put in work (A PUT IN WORK)
IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!)

[Snoop Dogg]
Click clackin, pistol-packin, Crip raggin folio
Who the only nigga in the club with the toolio
You ain′t know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is
"Is that Coolio?" Naw bitch, let me in
Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors & rappers
Hang out with kidnappers and jackers
Make money off crackers; can you imagine how I keep shit crackin?
It′s the big boss Dogg I′m back in action and smashin
I flash with the bling I sur-pass the supreme
You don′t really wanna have a clash with my team
I mix hash with the green I′m the, last of the kings
If I got a bitch with me she got ass in them jeans
Rollin through yo′ neighborhood, my Cadillac so clean
Servin all you suckers cause you all dopefiends
Just like that dopeman, nigga what′s up?
You run up with that bullshit I′ll fuck yo′ ass up

[Chorus 2X: Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
If you a scared motherfucker go to church (GO TO CHURCH)
If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A DO YOUR DIRT)
If you a down motherfucker put in work (A PUT IN WORK)
IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!)

[Lil Jon: repeat 2X]
You scared, you scared
You scared motherfucker you scared
You scared (you scared) you scared (you scared)
You scared motherfucker you scared (you scared)

[Chorus 2X: Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
If you a scared motherfucker go to church (GO TO CHURCH)
If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A DO YOUR DIRT)
If you a down motherfucker put in work (A PUT IN WORK)
IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!)

[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH)
Three for the pussy, fo′ for the glow (HEY)
Five for the rookies, six for the pros (NAH)
Seven for the numbers of them fuckin zeroes (WHAT?)
Eight for haters, nine for the cause
Ten for my niggaz, behind big bars (HEY)
Fuck these devils, and they laws (YEAH!)
Never question the size of Ice Cube′s balls

@ Ice Cube

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Motherfucker, you’d better break yourself...

[ice cube]
My skin is my sin, look at my complexion
Section 8, erection great
Balls like ru paul and a big fat plank
Get you higher than a spike lee joint
See I’m a chicken hawk and I’m hunting chicken and watermelon
It ain’t nothing but hard time bailing
Just got a misdomener
Cause I got a deuce-five, and I’m black as sarafina
Get the hell out somolia, we didn’t call y’all
I can’t wait till I can kill all y’all
Fuck reggie denton and jimmy (johnny) cochran
Damn I couldn’t get close enough to sock him
I plead guilty your honor
Cause I dissed the pope more times than sinead o’connor
Huh huh, cool, like butthead and beavis
Truer than the mack but I’m downer than he is
And that police chief named willie
Can take his motherfucking ass back to philly
Dropped a bomb on a crew named "move"
Years ago, here’s a hoe
That’s ready to stop me, they think I’m khadafi
Rolling in a six-tre jalopy
They want to give me ten in the pen cause I’m smelling like hen
My skin is my sin

My s-k-i-n is my s-i-n ("burning our black skin") (repeat 2x)

[ice cube]
I get around like tupac, just bought a new glock
And I want what you got
So please give it up so I can live it up
Just like the rich but I still eat grits
I don’t know karate
But I can still beat the dog shit out of nazis
You claim you want to put in work
Plotting to blow up a church
See you devils are all the same
You’ll gun down a congregation in jesus’ name
Using me as a scapegoat, well cracker don’t sleep
Far from a goat, more like a black sheep
Lamb of god, and it’s odd
That allah is a man that don’t need a tan
And you can’t stand when I talk like that
And why do black men have to walk like that?
Cause we swing low like a chariot
And now I got harriet all on my dick
Cause my shoe size is much bigger than a motherfucking 10
My skin is my sin

My s-k-i-n is my s-i-n ("burning our black skin") (repeat 2x)

[w.c.]
Who’s that janky-ass nigga with last?
Standing like a g pissing on america’s flag
Dub c, the nigga from westside
Westide maad circle bailing with a double barrel
Cause uh, my skin is my sin
And all I need is knowledge of self and ammunition is my best friend
When it’s time to roll nigga, we ain’t calling on jesus
I’m calling mad dog for the 9 millimeters
Cause I give the song with those peckerwoods to the fullest
And a bitch by the name of america’s on it
The same bitch that jacked my forefathers
And the indians took my motherfucking religion
Place a holy Bible in my hand, but for what?
Like jim kelly said, "you try to set me up? " shit...
I’m too slick for your lies in disguise
When will you devils open your eyes and realize?
Like pepsi, niggas got a new generation
And we don’t want your american education
Ain’t no brain washing this way
Fuck america, tom meztger, and kkk
And to the cracker named j.b. stoner
Don’t let me catch you on no corners
I see you on tv talking more shit
But just like your punk-ass anscestors, you’s a bitch
You’s a bitch if I ever saw one
Grand wizard bring your ass on imperial so we can get physical
And watch God show and prove
Not only mentally but physically the black man rules
So run devil run, you’s to best start running
Because the niggas are coming, oh, the niggas are coming
And ain’t no way you gon’ win
Cause I come from a tribe of o.g.’s and my skin is my sin

My s-k-i-n is my s-i-n ("burning our black skin") (repeat 2x)

@ Ice Cube

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{interigation intro...

[Ice Cube] {:46
Don Dadaa, uhh, uhh, yeah
You can′t see me, but you can feel me
You can feel me, you can feel me

It′s the world, famous, supreme team show, supreme team show...{x2
uhh, look at me

(verse one) {1:09
I be the one that you love to hate
I be the one that′s from out of state
I be the one with the nickle plate
I be the one with the mean face
I be the one with the bad taste
I be the one that you worry ′bout
I be the one that make ya hurry out
I be the one that make your mama shout
I be the one that′s the cleanest (fo′ sho′)
I be the one with the niggas and guns that′s the meanest (let ′em know)

(chorus) {1:32
Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (whatcha call it?)
Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (yeah yeah)

(verse two) {1:43
You be the one that we laugh at (ha ha)
You be the one that can′t have that (uh uhn)
You be the one to get your ass cracked (crack!)
You be the one that′s takin′ live rounds
You be the one thats got to run from them bloodhounds
You be the one with the eight babies
My seven ladies, still dressin′ like the eighties
You be the one that just checked in emergency
You be the one thats a die, in need of surgery

(chorus) {2:06
Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (ready)
Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle

It′s the world, famous, supreme team show, supreme team show...{x2

(verse three) {2:28
We be the ones that your woman love
We be the ones that your fellas hug
We be the ones that you jellous of
We be the ones with the big guns
We be the ones with the six-uns
You should get one
We be the ones with the dirty spirits
We be the ones with them bomb ass dirty lyrics
We be the ones that your kids like
We be the ones that make you beat your wife
And hate your life (tell ′em)

(chorus) {2:51
Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (yeah yeah)
Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (brrrrmph)

Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (uh huh)
Supreme hustle (uh huh), I got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (automatic)

uh huh, yep, uh huh, yep

It′s the world, famous, supreme team show, supreme team show...{x2

(outro) {3:35
You got to hustle a dot, no lie to all my people that′s down to survive
Gone and ride
Hustle a dot, no lie, to all my people that′s down to survive
Gone and ride
Hustle a dot, no lie, to all my people that′s down to survive
Gone and ride
Hustle a dot, no lie, to all my people that′s down to survive
Gone and ride

Get ya ride on (gone and ride)
Hustle mang hustle mang (gone and ride)
It′s automatic
Ice Cube; incredible, yeah
I′m on the grind all the time
Hustle mang, hustle mang, hustle mang

@ Ice Cube

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Turn on the radio take a listen
What you’re missing
Personally I’m sick of the ass-kissing
What I’m kicking to you won’t get rotation
Nowhere in the nation
Program directors and dj’s ignored me
Cause I simply said fuck top forty
And top thirty top twenty and top ten
Until you put more hip-hop in
Then I might grin but don’t pretend that you’re down with the c
And go and dis me in a magazine
How could you figure the brother could dig ya
Dj face down in the river
No it’s not a threat but a promise
I’m as
Crazy as they come see
Mama didn’t love me
All I got is my nine
And to calm the savage beast here’s the alpine

Turn off that motherfucking radio!
Turn off that bullshit!
Turn off that motherfucking radio!
Turn off that bullshit!
Play the music motherfucker put the music on
Damn!>

Tune in to the radio listen for a minute
Yo g stick a fucking tape in it
Cause all the radio do is gangle
That r&b love triangle
If you’re out there kicking it with the brothers
You don’t care about lovers
You wanna hear a young nigga on the mic
Going buck wild
Throwing and flowing and showing new styles
That’s where I’m coming from
Reality that’s what they’re running from
So if you’re down with ice cube let me know that you know
Yo turn off the radio

Basically those black guys and those rap guys
They don’t know what the fuck they’re doing
I hate those fuckers
I hate em
Especially that one guy
The amerikkka’s most wanted
Ice cube--i hate that fucker
Get him off the air, get him off, get him off
Get that rap shit out of here!>


@ Ice Cube

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[Ice Cube]
Yeah... yeah!
Fool -- you know how we do it

West Side
Comin from the West Side
Nothin but the West Side

Ain′t nuttin goin on but the bomb-ass rap song
Hittin all night long
Just like me on the black and white ivory
Gettin six on artillery, you don′t want to see a G
Break yo′ ass like dishes
Buster-ass tricks, sleep with the fishes
Runnin from Lennox, up at Venice
They wanna have me in stripes, like Dennis the Menace
But that ain′t poppin, ain′t no stoppin
Fo′-hoppin, ass droppin, Coupe DeVille
My truth can, ill - fool I got skills
So, back on up ′fore I check that chin
Down as fuck and I′m full off Henn′
You gets no love and I thought you knew it
Fool, you know how we do it

Comin from the West Side
West Side, comin from the West Side

[Ice Cube]
Chillin with the homies, smellin the bud
Double parked and I′m talkin to Dub
about who got a plan, who got a plot
whom got got, and who got shot
Cause everybody knows that he got the info
Crazy Toones hangin out the window
Fool I got them bomb-ass tapes
Da Lench Mob, _Planet of the Apes_
I′m down with Eiht, and _Watts Up_
Kam is solo, they got nuts
When Ice Cube write a sentence
I want "The Bomb," just like George Clinton
S-K-D is down to catch a body
Put on _Knee Deep_, we′ll turn out your party
You gets no love and I thought you knew it
Fool, you know how we do it

You know how we do it

[Ice Cube]
Jack B. Nimble, and Jack B. Quick
if you wanna jack me on a lick, cause
I′m that fool from South Central
You think you stuck yourself, with a number 2 pencil
That′s how I poke hot lead in yo′ ass
With "Mo′ Bounce to the Ounce" in the dash
Mash up, Ve-nice, headed for the West
Everything is great, slow down for the dip
On a 100 and 8th and keep mashin
Don′t drink and drive to keep the fo′ from crashin
Stashin a glock and I thought you knew it
You know how we do it

Comin from the West Side, West Side
Nuttin but a West Side
It′s hittin on the West Side
Fool, you know how we do it

@ Ice Cube

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Down at the best spot
Its me and jd and they sellin more birds than a pet shop
The spot’s hot and everybody nervous
That’s when the blue car served us
Oh why did fools had to let loose
Heard six pops from a deuce deuce
Big tom had to push us
13 niggaz runnin straight to the bushes
For they gats so they could draw down
But why a motherfucker like me had to fall down
Not known why I dropped out
Fuck it, still can’t afford to get popped out
So now I gotta jet
Only ran one block, but my shirt soakin wet
Tryin to see if we got him
Looked down at my sweatshirt red at the bottom
Didn’t panic but I still looked cracked out
Yelled to the homies then I blacked out

Woke up in the back of a tray
On my way, to mlk
That the county hospital jack
Where niggaz die over a little scratch
Still sittin in the trauma center
In my back is where the bullet entered
Yo nurse I’m gettin kind of warm
Bitch still made me fill out the fuckin form
Coughin up blood on my hands and knees
Then I heard "freeze nigger don’t move"
Yo, I didn’t do a thing
Didn’t wanna go out like my man rodney king
Still got gaffled
Internal bleeding as the bullet starts to travel
Now I’m handcuffed
Being asked information on my gang affiliation
I don’t bang, I rock the good rhymes
And I’m a victim of neighborhood crime

I need to see a md
And y’all mothafuckers giving me the third degree
Look at the waiting room
Its filled to the rim like the county jail day room
Nobody gettin help
Since we poor
The hospital move slow
Now I’m layed out
People steppin over me to get closer to the tv
Just like a piece of dog shit
Now will I die on this nappy ass carpet
One hour done passed
Done watched two episodes of m*a*s*h
And when I’m almost through
They call my name and put me on icu
Halfway dead
No respect and handcuffed to the bed
Now the trauma starts
Cause the bullet must be just a hair from my heart
So I begin the ass kissin
Just to get looked at by an overworked physician
Got the chills, but my temperatures 103
Only got a band-aid and an iv
That’s when I start cussin
Police steady askin me who did the bustin

Why oh why can’t I get help
Cause I’m black, I gots to go for self
Too many black bodies the hospital housin
So at 10 p.m. I was audi 5000

@ Ice Cube

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Ice Cube:
Here′s another day at the stoplight
I′m lookin in my mirror so I can see who can see me
South Central is puttin Ice Cube to the test
With four brothas in the SS
I can′t go around and can′t back up
So I gotta peep game layin in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I′m never ever slippin I fully strapped
I grab my gat out the glove
Now, do these fools got a problem with me?
Or do they got love?
So when the light turns green, I don′t bone out
I wanna see what these black men are all about
Cuz if it′s my time, I′m just short
If not, I′m pluggin they Super Sport
First they get behind my ride...
Then they switch lanes to the left side
I′m scopin out the one smokin indo
Comin up fast, rollin down his window
He threw up a sign, I put away my nine
Fool, cuz I′m color blind

Threat:
Killa Cali, the state where they kill
Over colors cuz brothas don′t know the deal
And they′ll cap you, not if they have to
But if they want to, first they might confront you
But every nigga on my block can′t stop
And he won′t and he don′t stop
Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gangbang
And rookies ain′t the only ones that drop
Some say the little locs are gettin a little too loc′ed
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
Say the wrong word
then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird
Bust a u-turn, come back and get served nigga
For the women, it don′t matter how loud they blouse get
But wearin the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth split
It′s a shame, but it ain′t no thang to me
Cuz I slang these thangs like a G
It′s on, is anybody killin for the summertime
I gotta get another nine, even though I′m colorblind

KAM:
I′m fresh outta county on bail
And no sooner do I get out, seems like I′m right back in jail
For some gang related activity
Cuz everyday, different fools try to get with me
For no more than a color, or territory
Can′t rehabilitate ′em, that′s the sheriff′s story
So what′s left, the judge goes deaf
When you try to tell your side
And you ain′t blue eyed
Boy you better duck cuz the book is comin′
And just hand your car keys over to your woman
Because it aint no sunshine where you headed
And the shit′ll drive you crazy if you let it
But now, I got time to think
Because they hit me with everything but the kitchen sink
And I ain′t even shed a tear
Cuz believe it or not, they got more love for me here
Now picture that, but on a black and white photograph
Cuz brothas, you don′t know the half
On the streets I was damn near outta my mind
But ever since I′ve been down
I′m colorblind

WC:
Now here′s the game plan, yo, at a quarter to nine
I was told to peel a cap on the other side
Yo, young and dumb, full of come up, a baby loc
I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain′t no joke

Coolio:
Stable and able but I′m not ready and willin
Cuz I′m only 13 and I ain′t never did a killin
Grabbed the A.K. and jumped in the G ride
Started up the bucket and headed for the other side

WC:
Yo, spotted the enemies, now I′m on a creep tip
Hit the 5 dollar stick and I I put in my clip

Coolio:
So, I jumped out the car and no matter what the cost
I had my mind set on sendin niggaz to Harrison Ross

WC:
Caught one from the back and I looked in eyes
Thinkin should I peel his cap, or should I let him survive
Yo, I′m trapped in the plan designed by another side

Coolio:
I ain′t contributin to genocide (why?)
Cuz I′m colorblind

King Tee:
Niggaz in the hood ain′t changed
And I′ve finally figure out that we′re not in the same gang
Cuz, I walk the alleys of Compton with nowhere to turn
Every which way I get burned baby
Lou wears blue, Big Fred wears red
Put ′em together and we color ′em dead
Dead, dyin, gettin smoked like part of the fun
They get smoked just to show how many come to the funeral

J-Dee(Lench Mob):
I understand how all my homeboys feel
Cuz I was shot and to this day, I pack my steel
Cuz I was born in a certain territory
Where you don′t talk only the streets tell stories
With blue and red bandanas on the street
And if you slippin, you′ll be six feet deep
Cuz me and T-bone, we pay it no mind
And for the rest of the mob, we stay color blind. . .

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[Ice Cube]
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..}

[Dr. Dre]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[MC Ren]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Ice Cube]
The motherfuckin world is a ghetto
Full of magazines full clips, and heavy metal
When the smoke settle..
.. I′m just lookin for a big yellow;
in six inch stilletos
Dr. Dre {Hello..} perculatin keep em waitin
While you sittin here hatin, yo′ bitch is hyperventilatin′
Hopin that we penetratin, you gets natin
cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin
Gangbang affiliatin; MC Ren′ll have you
wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon
{Get to dialin..} 9 1 1 emergency
{And you can tell em..} It′s my son he′s hurtin me
{And he′s a felon..} On parole for robbery
Ain′t no coppin a plea, ain′t no stoppin a G
I′m in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly
You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly
They call me the Don Dada
Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala
Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga I′m a scholar
The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible
Beg a hoe, let it go, dick ain′t edible
Nigga ain′t federal, I plan shit
while you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Dr. Dre]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?

[MC Ren]
Villain blows up yo′ spot
Take yo′ notebook yo′ bitch and yo′ glock
This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock
You slapped her ass that′s alarmin
cause she want my worm like Common(?)
We chin check niggaz, them thin check niggaz
run trains on golddiggers beware these fo′ niggaz
Scarin motherfuckers like Steven King flicks
Makin niggaz clear the room like a dyke flea a dick
Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik
So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with?
Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo′ fine ass bitch
Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle
Watch niggaz kiss my ass without flexin a muscle
Bitches - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle
Same time same channel don′t change the dial
Niggaz4Life, fuckin your wife, these niggaz wild {Hello..}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Ice Cube]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the muh′fuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Dr. Dre]
Did I fall off? Got you in your room
rippin every "Chronic" poster on your wall off
Just cause I put away the sawed off
Now I got you sittin back with a smirk;
listenin with your arms crossed
Questionin Dre′s credibility {What?}
Wondering if it′s still in me to produce hits;
Y′all be killin me
As if I need to make mo′ - I got a mansion
and six cars that are paid fo′ - suck my dick! {Hello..}
We came a long way from not givin a fuck
Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up
Now we got the whole world starstruck
Made a million plus and still don′t give a motherfuck
Motherfucker I′m Dre - I don′t need your respect
I don′t need to make another album bitch I don′t gotta do shit
I do it because I want to not to stay in the game
Fuck the fame, I′m still stayin the same, lil′ bitch! {Hello..}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[MC Ren]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Ice Cube]
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..}

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[airline attendant]
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from los angeles, final destination to st. louis
Thank you

[ice cube]
Damn g, the spot’s gettin hot
So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at niggaz through a microscope
In l.a. everybody and they momma sell dope
They trying to stop it
So what the fuck can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to st. louis
That’s cool, cause nobody knew us
We stepped off the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
Cause where we stayin, niggaz look shady
But they can’t fade south central
Cause bustin a cap is fundamental
Checkin out every block close
Seein which one will clock the most
Yeah this is the one no doubt
Bust a u bone, and let’s clear these niggaz out

Ay ay man, whassup nigga?
Yo, well this lench mob nigga!
*gun shots*

Now clearin em out meant casualties
Still had the l.a. mentality
Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry
Wouldn’t you know, a driveby in missouri
Them fools got popped
Took their corner next day, set up shop
And it’s better than slangin in the valley
Triple the profit makin more than I did in cali
Breakin off rocks like barney rubble
Cause them mark-ass niggaz don’t want trouble
And we ain’t on edge when we do work
Police don’t recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
Getting bitches and they can’t stand a
Nineteen-ninety-one tony montana
Now the shit’s like a war
Of gang violence, where it was never seen before
Punks whirl when the gat bust
Four jheri curl niggaz kickin up dust
And some of them are even lookin up to us
Wearing our colors and talkin that gang fuss
Giving up much love
Dyin for a street, that they ain’t even heard of
But other motherfuckers want to stand strong
So you know the phrase, once again it’s on

[tv announcer]
Top of the news tonight, gangs from south central
Los angeles which are known for their driveby shootings
Have migrated into east st. louis
Leaving three dead and two others injured
No arrests have been made
Police say this is a nationwide trend
With similar incidents occuring in texas, michigan, and oklahoma
(female voice repeating in background:
"if it can happen here, it can happen anywhere")

[ice cube]
Boom, my homie got shot he’s a goner black
St. louis niggaz want they corner back
Shooting in snowy weather
It’s illegal business, niggaz still can’t stick together
Fuckin police got the four-one-one
That l.a. ain’t all, surf and sun
But we ain’t thinkin, bout the boys
Feudin, like the hatfields and mccoys
Now the shit’s gettin tricky
Cause now they lookin for the colors and the khakis
Damn, the spot’s gettin hot from the battle
About to pack up and start slangin in seattle
But the narcs, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a nigga while he’s yawnin
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherfuckin drawers
Tryin to give me, fifty-seven years
Face’ll be full of those tattooed tears
It’s the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
And the public defender ain’t givin a fuck
The fool must be sparkin
Talkin about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the crips and bloods by hand g
Plus the black guerilla family
And the white pride don’t like northside
And it’s a riot if any more niggaz die
No parole or probation
Now this is a young man’s summer vacation
No chance for rehabilitation
Cause look at the motherfuckin years that I’m facin
I’ma end it like this cause you know what’s up
My life is fucked

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Verse one: ice cube

Peace. haha don’t make me laugh!
All I hear is muthafucker’s talkin’ sucotash
Livin’ large, tellin’ me to get out the gang
I’m a nigga, gotta live by the trigger
How the fuck do you figure?
That I can say peace and the gunshots won’t cease
Every cop killin’ goes ignored
They just send another nigga to the morgue
A point scored- they could give a fuck about us
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
If I was old, they’d probably be a friend of me
Since I’m young, they consider me the enemy
They kill ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and break a niggas neck
Cuz I’m the one with the trunk of funk
And ’fuck tha police’ in the tape deck
You should listen to me cuz there’s more to see
Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities
The other color don’t know you can run but not hide
These are tales from the darkside...

Verse two:

You wanna free africa, I stare at yuh
Cuz we ain’t got it too good in america
I can’t fuck with them overseas
My homeboy died over a key of cocaine
It was plain and simple
The 9mm went to the temple
was the sound I put the bitch down
And ran to the schoolyard bathroom
Looked in the trash can yo it had room
So I ducked my ass in it for a minute
Covered with sweat I had the layback
Mad as fuck, thinkin’ about the payback
Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun
I went home and cocked the barrel of my shotgun
It’s gettin’ critical - I start the five point o
There they go - drive real slow
I yelled out ’ice cube sucka’
Shot gun hit - and murder mutahfuckers
I told you last album, when I got a sawed off, bodies are hard off
Its a shame, that niggas die young
But to the light side it don’t matter none
It’ll be a drive by homicide
But to me it’s just another tale from the darkside...


Verse three: chuck d

Standing in the middle of war
The middle we flex
When we die, they won’t make check
Ebony can’t see to the darkside
The term they apply to us is a nigga
Call it what you want, cuz I’m comin’ from the coroner
Same applies with a phd
Who’z black - don’t wanna role - sells his soul
Watch his head go rollin’
Who the fuck are they foolin’?
Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes
Matches the color of the one on my face as they wonder what’s under my waist
[standin on the verge] of them gettin’ brown
Thats a fact got a fear on their bozack
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide
Yet cube, they can’t fuck with the darkside!

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[Krayzie Bone]
Nigga the mission′s to get what you don′t got
The struggle it don′t stop, until we drop

[Ice Cube]
Krayzie Bone and Ice Cube..
The best thing in life in life is life (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Get your mind right, and get your grind right (we gotta keep goin)
[Krazyie] Hey young thugs (we gotta keep goin)
Get your mind right, and get your grind right
[Krazyie] Hey young thugs..
Get your mind right, and get your grind right

[Ice Cube]
Look into my eyes if you wanna know me
Before you hypnotized, homey what do you see
A figure that′s just a little bigger than dealers
A hustler countin figures ain′t pulled no triggers
Can you dig us, we be the ultimate lick
We′s the hitters, that make the ultimate hits
Kinda floss-ey, kinda boss-ey
It′s gotta be done my way, do what the {fuck I say
Top of the pyramid, homey what I tell you
If you leave this Westside umbrella you hit the cellar
Bring me my slippers, black robe, and my globe
and I could rule the world with my eyes closed
(with my eyes closed..)

Chorus: Krayzie Bone

See the mission′s to get what we don′t got
until we filthy rich and on top --
-- you betta go get it, it′s yours
Nigga the mission′s to get what you don′t got
The struggle it don′t stop until we drop
[Cube] Krazyie Bone and Ice Cube
See the mission′s to get what we don′t got
until we filthy rich and on top --
-- you betta go get it, it′s yours
Nigga the mission′s to get what you don′t got
The struggle it don′t stop until we drop

[Ice Cube]
To all the little homies that′s watchin TV
I see you tryin to be a O.G. like me
Chasin dreams, pullin mo′ schemes for wealth
But the best thing in life is health, be yourself playa
Television it′ll keep yo′ ass wishin forever
You′ll never get you life together
Don′t talk about death, I got too much life to live
Too many orders to give -- what it is, showbiz
Taught you what a trick and a hoe is (WHAT?)
Showed you what a Six-ty Fo′ is (WHAT?)
Lord knows, "In God We Trust"
and everybody in the world wanna be like us (everybody)

Chorus

[Ice Cube]
To the kids of the world that′s waitin for wealth
Waitin for health, you better do for self
Homey that′s yo′ last cup
Forget about the fast buck; boy, get you ass up
People use yo′ brain to gain
Do something that ain′t never been done; and we can spend hun′s
Wipe our ass with twenties, light our joints with ones
Throw away the guns, have nuttin but fun
And homey we could do that {shit!
Police have a fit, when yo′ paper′s legit
We gotta get off the phone, we gotta teach our own
Send your baby to school and she′ll come back grown
We got to talk to our grandma′s
And she′ll help us throught them dark halls, and them pitfalls
Everybody know we got the world to gain
We got to stop the pain, lord stop the rain

Chorus

[Ice Cube]
Keep goin, little homey why you slowin?
Keep rollin, little homey why you slowin?
Keep rollin, little homey why you slowin?
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin

[Krayzie Bone]
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Yeah young thug, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
(get your mind right, and get your grind right)
Yeah young thug, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours.. (Ice Cube..)
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
(the best thing in life is life)
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
(I got to say it twice)
Yeah young thug, the world is yours..
(the best thing in life is life)
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
(get your mind right, and get your grind right)
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Yeah young thug, the world is yours..

@ Ice Cube

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