Список текстов песен 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

Текст песни:

[Ice Cube]
When you see me on ya block, call the police
Let them motherfuckers no here come the beast

Oh, in the late night hour

[Ice Cube]
Straight out of Compton, a crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
And I′m rollin′ with the motherfuckin′ Neptunes
When I′m caught off, I got a sawed-off
A midget bitch that′ll suck a niggas balls off
You too girl if ya fuck with me
I′m gettin′ head in the lane doin′ sixty
About to crash like Teddy Pendergrass
Mama said a hard head make a tender ass
To all the dogs that bark a lot
Who don′t give a fuck if it′s dark or not
We′ll be creepin′ in the parking lot
Motherfuckers don′t know if I can park or not
Cause I circle like vultures, La Costa Nostra
Bumpin′ all the baddest bitches like I′m ′posed to
What′s yo name, what′s yo number and ya culture
You need nuts in yo face like a poster

[Hook]
If you in a club nigga then shit bang
If you on the streets nigga then shit bang
If you on the block nigga then shit bang
And if it′s what ya need boy, do ya thang
If ya in a Range Rov then shit bang
If you in that 600 then shit bang
If you on that Steel Horse then shit bang
But if it′s what ya need boy, let it bang

[Ice Cube]
Fuck the police comin′ straight from the underground
Fuckin′ pig wanna act like he like me now
In 86 same bitch tried to lock me down
And motherfuckers wanna ask why I′m cocky now
To all the bitches that think they bootylicious
I think they nutritious, I think they do dishes
I′m makin′ three wishes or takin′ they pictures
And spendin′ they riches and fuckin′ they bitches
Egomaniac, lil′ homies call me brainiac
Ice Cube′s an asshole and it ain′t a knack
So take a hit of that and remember that
Where my motherfuckin′ niggas and my bitches at
In the late night hour hit the front to back
Check the motherfuckin′ rims on the Cadillac
On the ass attack, can you keep it tight
And if the head right, nigga there every night

[Hook]

[Ice Cube]
This is for my niggas that′s schemin′ for cash
And lookin′ for ass (In the late night hour)
This is for my people that′s countin′ they riches
And pickin′ up bitches (In the late night hour)
This is for my niggas that′s countin′ they cash
And lookin′ for ass (In the late night hour)
This is for my people that′s schemin′ for riches
And pickin′ up bitches (In the late night hour)
So check it and everybody get naked
This might be a nigga last record
But respect it cause I could do it all night playa
I′m all fight playa, you all spite playa
It′s all right playa, a nigga might care
But to catch me you gotta do a light year
Ice Cube insane in the membrane
Baby go ahead please do the damn thang
We gonna get chu′ high nigga
Our rhymes will get chu′ by nigga
Tell me if I qualify nigga
To bail in like SuperFly
I wanna get that, cop that, buy that, drive that
You want it too but don′t know where to start at
Fuckin′ with me, nigga better bring his hard hat
Nigga where ya heart at, leave ya on the tarmac
Where my top at and my nigga Mack
Ridin′ shotgun, with the top gun
Don′t catch a hot one soon as he spot one
Westside Connection is a doctrine
This ain′t another club song
Or love song that y′all can fuck on
So get the fuck on
A nigga rich can′t believe the bullshit that I′m stuck on

[Hook]

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Got damn, I’m glad y’all set it off.
Used to be hard, now you’re just wet and soft.
First you was down with the ak,
And now I see you on a video with michel’le?
Lookin’ like straight bozos.
I saw it comin’, that’s why I went solo.
And kept on stompin’,
When y’all mothafuckers moved straight outta compton.
Livin’ with the whites, one big house,
And not another nigga in site.
I started off with too much cargo,
Dropped four niggas now I’m makin’ all the dough.
White man just rulin’.
The niggas with attitudes -- who ya foolin’?
Ya’ll niggas just phony,
I put that on my mama and my dead homeys.
Yella boy’s on your team, so you’re losin’;
Ay yo dre, stick to producin’.
Callin’ me arnold, but you been-a-dick;
Eazy e saw your ass and went in it quick.
You got jealous when I got my own company,
But I’m a man, and ain’t nobody helpin’ me.
Tryin’ to sound like amerikkka’s most,
You could yell all day but you don’t come close.
Cuz you know I’m the one that flown,
Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go.
With the l-e-n-c-h m-o-b, and y’all disgrace the c-p-t.
Cuz you’re gettin’ fucked out your green by a white boy,
With no vaseline...

[refrain] (l.l. sample: "now you’re gettin’ done without vaseline...") 3x
(biz markie sample: "damn, it feels good to see people...on it")

The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin’,
Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain?
You’re gettin’ fucked real quick,
And eazy’s dick, is smellin’ like mc ren’s shit.
Tried to tell you a year ago,
But willie d told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so
I couldn’t stop you from gettin’ ganked,
Now let’s play big-bank-take-little-bank.
Tried to dis ice cube, it wasn’t worth it
Cuz the broomstick fit your ass so perfect.
Cut my hair and I’ll cut them balls,
Cuz I heard you’re, like, givin’ up the drawers.
Gang-banged by your manager, fella,
Gettin’ money out your ass, like a mothafuckin’ ready teller.
Givin’ up the dollar bills,
Now they got the villain with a purse and high-heels.
So don’t believe what ren say,
Cuz he’s goin’ out like kunte kinte,
But I got a whip for ya toby;
Used to be my homey, now you act like you don’t know me.
It’s a case of divide-and-conquer,
Cuz you let a jew break up my crew.
House nigga gotta run and hide,
Yellin’ compton, but you moved to riverside.
So don’t front, mc ren, cuz I remember when you drove a b 2-10.
Broke as a mothafuckin’ joke.
Let you on the scene to back up the verse team.
It ain’t my fault, one nigga got smart,
And they rippin’ your asshole apart.
By takin’ your green, oh yeah,
The villain does get fucked with no vaseline.

[refrain scratched]

I never have dinner with the president.
I never have dinner with the president.
I never have dinner with the president.
And when I see your ass again, I’ll be hesitant.
Now I think you a snitch,
Throw a house nigga in a ditch.
Half-pint bitch, fuckin’ your homeboys.
You little maggot; eazy e turned faggot.
With your manager, fella,
Fuckin’ mc ren, dr. dre, and yella.
But if they were smart as me,
Eazy e would be hangin’ from a tree.
With no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline.
Light ’em up, burn ’em up, flame on...
Till that jheri curl is gone.
On a permanent vacation, off the massa plantation.
Heard you both got the same bank account,
Dumb nigga, what you thinkin’ bout?
Get rid of that devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple.
Cuz you can’t be the nigga 4 life crew
With a white jew tellin’ you what to do.
Pullin’ wools with your scams, now I gotta play the silence of the lambs.
With a midget who’s a punk too,
Tryin’ to fuck me, but I’d rather fuck you.
Eric wright, punk, always into somethin’, gettin’ fucked at night.
By mista shitpacker, bend over for the gotdamn cracker, no vaseline...

@ 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:

Yaeeyaae uh huh uh huh brrr
We be clubbin’
Heyy hey heyy heyy look here look here first of all I wanna welcome
All y’all broke ass entreponiggas to the player’s club. yaeeyaae

Verse 1:

It’s packed niggas don’t know how to act
We the macks v.i.p’s in the back
With a stack of numbers
My niggas like ’em dumber
We oughta get ’em smarter
Baby take my order
The only shark that swim in henn no water
Got ya daughter doin’ shit you don’t think she oughta
Gave the order to slaughter any ass like that
You know how the loni act off the cognac
Brainiac with maniac mack 10 (my nigga)
Down ta get this mothafuckin’ party crackin’
Nigga back in so we can smoke a dub
Down ta bump all these bitches at the club (yaeeyaae)
Show me love

Chorus:

We be clubbin’
Everybody likes when the girl
Shakes something
Nigga don’t pull nothing (that’s right)
We ain’t dumping
We just bumpin’ and bangin’
Like it ain’t nothing wrong
Get ya club on (we be clubbin’)
Ah, we be clubbin’(we be clubbin’)
Yaeeyaae (we be clubbin’ we be clubbin’)

Verse 2:

We gettin’ in free so what the fuck now
Wscg just touched down
Show a nigga ’round
Least take a nigga to the sto’
(y’all in fo the night? )
Hell no
Security bail slow up in the club
Remember when they push & shove
It’s only love
Dubs for everybody waitin’ on us
And fuck everybody hatin’ on us
Debatin’ on us but we only visitin’
Ain’t tryin’ ta fuck with niggas in lizard skins
I see you watching me, you should watch her
’cause if she sick of yo’ shit I’m the doctor watch her
Show her to the car
& see how bad she wanna meet these stars
They know who we are (where we going? ) westside
Nigga meet me by the bar

Bridge:

Shake it off shake it off take it off
Break it off break it off make it soft (4x)
Brrr (we be clubbin’) uhh (uhh) (we be clubbin’ 2x)

Verse 3:

Baby beware ice cube is on tilt
Waitress bitchin’ off the drinks my nigga spilt
Everybody’s sweatin’ like it’s armageddon
1999 party over oops i’ma still grind
Straight from the west put away yo’ 9 (click click)
Dj can ya play my shit one mo’ time
Goddamn you fine (my nigga speak on it)
She got ass for days (put a week on it)
Now everybody in the world love to go clubbin’
And after the club it’s either breakfast or fuckin’
Hope we ain’t duckin’ from haters in the parking lot
Who ain’t got nothin’ tryin’ to prove sumthin
Frontin’ we be the niggas who be bluntin’
On our way to the marriott keep ’em very hot
Westside hittin’ hairy cock all night long
Get ya club on!

Chorus

Bridge

Chorus:

We be clubbin’
Everybody likes when the girl
Shakes something
Nigga don’t pull nothing (that’s right)
We ain’t dumping
We just bumpin’ and bangin’
Like it ain’t nothing wrong
Get ya club on

Homeboys show me love up in the club (yaeeyaae)
Homegirls show me love up in the club
Security show me love up in the club
Owners show me love up in the club
Waitress’ show me love up in the club (yaeeyaae)
Bartenders show me love up in the club
L.a. show me love up in the club
The bay show me love up in the club
Chicago show me love up in the club (yaeeyaae)
St. louis show me love up in the club
Miami show me love up in the club
New york show me love up in the club
Detroit show me love up in the club (yaeeyaae)
Houston show me love up in the club
K.c. show me love up in the club
Denver show me love up in the club
D.c. show me love up in the club (yaeeyaae)
Atlanta show me love up in the club
Memphis show me love up in the club
Dallas show me love up in the club (yaeeyaae)

I might spend a dub. bitch!

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Now, if the greenbacks don′t stack large on my side of the yard
I ain′t fuckin with it
This cake has got to be all icing baby
Now I know I′m taking the biggest piece
but god damn I′m the biggest fish with the biggest mouth bitch
You wanna be rich right? (Hell yeah)
Well stick with me, do as I does, and be as I be

We be stackin chips, packin clips, mackin chicks
Laugh at tits, slappin dick, in yo′ bitch (bitch!)
Makin hoes, take these clothes, from these sto′s
Walkin slow, there go the po′, now here we go
Parking lot to the spot, Marriott
Cause what I got to make a knot, is very hot
Who′s at the do′, go and check, I got the Tec
Tell him that you soakin wet, until he jet
Now lift up your fuckin dress, where′s the rest
Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts
Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts
Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch
You can jerk niggaz but you can′t jerk me
Hoe I only tell you once that this dick ain′t free
I′m talkin greed

*Chorus*
Greed, give me everything that I need
How you gon′ deal with the niggaz that I feed
(repeat 2X)
We smokin weed, you and me
Lookin for that currency
(repeat 2X)

Now bitch niggaz don′t mean shit, from where I sit
Magnificent blow your back out, if you act out
Eighteen deep when the plane soar
The bitch threw her tits asked my click who we pay for
Penetrate the clouds, loud, and obnoxious
Surround the airport with feds and helicopters
Escorted, detained and deported
Scared of the ly-rics, and when they bitches hear us
We the clear-est, you can fear us
Smile on the day of your dissapear-ance, smoke in mirr-ors
Break em all, pull over and jump out
Cause I can take em all, all bustas shake em all
I′m at the mall, buyin shit, like hot dog on a stick
These bitches all on the dick
Ice Cube ain′t a lick (nope) make me bleed
And now you got to deal with the niggaz that I feed, greed
Uhh uhh uhh *pigs squeal*
(Give me more, give me more) Greed, Greed

When you get your hands on it, wanna fawn it
Wanna dance on it, everybody want it
(repeat 2X)

You punks is petty, still we steady, countin fetti
I′m the one closin escrow, with the best flow
(Do you wear a vest?) No
Niggaz hit me I′ma turn into The Crow *caw caw* and take a shit
on everything counterfeit, the Don Mega
Blade Runner, in a beige Hummer all summer
It′d take about twelve honkeys, to convict
the nigga makin you sick, ask the 12 Monkeys
Up in Detroit holdin weed court, all through the South
Picked up a ounce in Shreveport
My lead give head tunnels (boom!)
to any motherfucker disgruntled exit wound, look like a funnel
Worldwide, international jet set
My niggaz love fuckin bitches that they just met
Get it wet, and you can do anything
When I′m in Paris niggaz french-kiss the pinky ring

*Chorus*

Yeah, Ice Cube, trillionaire
I own a mansion and a yacht, haha
We do it like it should be does
Yeah, Westside niggaz is very greedy, uhh
Death Row is very greedy
Sic-Wid-It records is very greedy
Dangerous Music greedy greedy greedy
Ruthless Records greedy, Suave House, greedy
SoSoDef, greedy
Rap-A-Lot greedy as fuck
No Limit, hah, hella greedy, uhh
Def Jam greedy, we all know Priority greedy as a motherfucker, hahaha
Hey I got twenties on my Benz you still fuckin with a gem
What can you tell me, nigga?

*pigs squeal*

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Intro: Little Russ, Ice Cube

[story-teller] Once upon a time, in the black part of the city
[young kid] Yo G, yo G you better get out of here man, 5-0
[door swings shut, car peels out]

[Russ] Yo Ice Cube, man
[Cube] Whassup man?
[Russ] Why you...
[Cube] Whassup?
[Russ] Yo Ice Cube man, why you always kickin the shit about the bitches
and the niggaz? Why don′t you kick some shit about the kids, man? The
fuckin kids?!
[Cube] Word

Verse One: Ice Cube

Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-C-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he wasn′t that nimble, wasn′t that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch named Jill on the bus stop
Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe
At that type of shit he′s a pro
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch a lil nap
Dumb bitch, gave him the claps
Then he had to go see Dr. Bombay
Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way
To make some money, why not?
Down on Sesame Street, the dope spot
There he saw the lady who lived in a shoe
Sold dope out the front, but in back, marijuana grew
For the man that was really important
Who lived down the street in a Air Jordan
Ride to the fellow Mister Rogers and hoes
Drove a 500 sittin on Lorenzoes
He broke out, Little Bo Peep, smoked out
Saw, her and her friends sellin sheepskins

[Little Bo Peep] Yo yo I got them sheepskins
Yo, my empty sheepskins
Yo baby, what′s up with that?

Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o′clock
Cinderella ain′t home must be givin up the cock
I don′t doubt it, she is kind o

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Intro

Damn.
I′m broke.
My feet hurt.
(Inside the mind of a car jacker)
And that bitch is slippin.
It makes me wanna..creep.
It makes me wanna..creep.

Verse One

Damn, I′m such a G it′s pathetic
Here comes the big-headed
Nigga that′s dippin
Sippin on Courvoisier
Goddamn I must havta floss today
Now pimpin aint easy but it′s necessary
So I′m chasin bitches like Tom chased Jerry
I′ll put the pedal to the flo-uh
In my two-tone Ford Explo-uh
You know how it′s done
Sounds bumpin
Ain′t that sumthin?
Jumped on the 110
She′s flyin in the Blazer
Like "Go Speed Racer"
But I ain′t gonna chase her
Like Racer X
But I won′t flex
Til it′s time to have sex
So when you wanna get togetha?
Cause you know a nigga like me
Is down for whatever

And I′m down for whatever


Verse Two

When I was little I didn′t wanna be like Mike
I wanted to be like Ike
Cause
Papa Was A Rolling Stone in the sixties
And he liked green like Bill Bixby
Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty
Pokets never skinny
Played let′s get it on in the living room
Cause he′ll turn the party out sayin, "This is MY muthafuckin house"
And y′all gots to go
Through the door
And if you can′t find the door
He′ll help you with the four-four
Talkin much shit on the grass
And straight down to blast
I′m still in my p.j.′s
He′s in a turtleneck sweater
And we down for whatever

And I′m down
Solid Pro is down for whatever
The Don Jaguar is down for whatever
And it don′t seem to stop


Verse Three

Now
I don′t talk a lot of shit
But when it′s time to get busy with these hos, let′s go
Cause I′d rather see a skinhead dead
Then my niggas wearin blue or red
Cause I got the gift
To hit these hos swift
And I′m smellin like a fifth
Of sumthin
Yeah, that′s right
I′m standin in the store
Koreans
Act so nice
Cause I got potentials to blow up a Winchells
Donut
And you know what?
I′m Cool Like Dat like Digable Planets
But don′t take a nigga for granted
Cause whether it′s a verdict of the L.A. four
You just don′t know
That this rappin-ass nigga will change with the weather
And be down for whatever

Outro

And I′m down
Creep.
And I′m down for whatever

Ice Cube - devoid of pop
And I will never dance for you trick-ass niggas

It makes me wanna..creep.
It makes me wanna..creep.

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[Break me]
[Shit..]
[Yo..]
Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God
I don′t know but today seems kinda odd
No barking from the dogs, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didn′t pig out
Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out
Hooked it up on later as I hit the do′
Thinking will i live, another twenty-fo′
I gotta go cause I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and I′m askin y′all
Which court, are y′all playin basketball?
Get me on the court and I′m trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freaking niggaz everyway like M.J.
I can′t believe, today was a good day
Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didn′t even get no static from the cowards
Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin, didn′t even look in a niggaz direction
as I ran the intersection
Went to $hort Dog′s house, they was watchin Yo! TV Raps
What′s the haps on the craps
Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em
Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do′ Joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I′m yellin domino
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A.
Today was a good day
Left my niggaz house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade
It′s ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep so deep so deep
put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
she didn′t hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I′m coasting
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn′t even see a berry flashing those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the morning got the fat burger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read Ice Cube′s a pimp
Drunk as hell but no throwing up
Half way home and my pager still blowing up
Today I didn′t even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day.
Hey wait, wait a minute fool
Stop the shit
What the fuck am I thinking about?

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it? "
It’s ice cube, come to pay a little visit to ya
And what’s up with the niggers in the parking lot
She said fuck em, cause they get sparked alot
I sat on the couch but it wasn’t stable
And then I put my nikes on the coffee table
Her brother walked in he’s into gangbangin
Cause he walked up and said "what set you claimin"
I don’t bang I write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I hate to feel bad but I’m in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up
Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth
And fired up the sess it was sess no doubt
She said please excuse my house and all that
I said yeah cause I was buzzed from the contact
Lookin at a fucked up black and white
Her mom’s bitchin cause the county check wasn’t right
She had another brother that was three years old
And had a bad case of the runny nose
He asked me who I was then I had to pause
It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers
I saw her sister that needs get her ass kicked
Only thirteen and already pregnant
I grabbed the forty out the bag and took a swig
Cause I was getting overwhelmed by bebe kids
They were runnin and playin and cursin and yellin
And tellin and look at this young punk bailin
I heard a knock on the door without the password
And her mom’s got the 12 guage mossberg
The nigga said "yo, what’s for sale"
And the bitch came out with a bag of ya-yo
She made the drop and got the 20 dollars
From a smoked out fool with ring around the collar
The girl I was waiting for came out
I said bitch I didn’t know this was a crack house
I got my coat and suddenly ...
(police breaking into house annoucing themselves)
The cop busted in and had a mac-10 pointed to my dome
And I said to myself once again it’s on
He threw me on the carpet no slap jumped back
Stomped on my head and put his knee in my back
First he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up
They couldn’t do it so they cuffed me up
I said fuck how much abuse can a nigga take
Hey yo officer you’re making a big mistake
Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope
He thought I was selling base and couldn’t hear my case
He said get out my face I musta had a grudge
His reply tell that bullshit to the judge
The girl I was with wasn’t sayin nothin
I said aiyyo bitch you better tell em somethin
She started draggin and all of a sudden
We all got tossed in the patty wagon
Now I beat the rap but that ain’t the point
I had a warrant so I spent 2 weeks in the joint
Now the story you heard has one little object
Don’t fuck with a bitch from the projects!

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

I heard payback’s a motherfucking nigga
That’s why I’m sick of gettin treated like a goddamn stepchild
Fuck a punk cause I ain’t him
You gotta deal with the nine-double-limb
The damn scum that you all hate
Just think if niggas decide to retaliate
They try to keep me from running up
I never tell you to get down it’s all about coming up
So what they do go and ban the ak?
My shit wasn’t registered any fucking way
So you better duck away run and hide out
When I’m rolling real slow and the lights out
Cause I’m about to fuck up the program
Shooting out the window of a drop-top brougham
When I’m shooting let’s see who drop
The police the media and suckers that went pop
And motherfuckers that say they too black
Put em overseas they be begging to come back
They say keep em on gangs and drugs
Yyou wanna sweep a nigga like me up under the rug
Kicking shit called street knowledge
Why more niggas in the pen than in college?
Now cause of that line I might be your cellmate
That’s from the nigga ya love to hate

Break

Yeah, ha-ha, it’s the nigga you love to hate

Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me
It’s the nigga you love to hate
Yo, you ain’t doing nothing pops for the brothers
What you got to say for yourself? >
You do like how I’m living? well, fuck you

Once again it’s on, the motherfucking psycho
Ice cube the bitch killa cap peeler
Yo runnin through the line like bo
It’s no pot to piss in
I put my fist in
Now who do ya love to hate
Cause I talk shit and down the eight-ball
Cause I don’t fake you’re begging I fall off
The crossover might as well cut them balls off
And get your ass ready for the lynching
The mob is droppin common sense and
We’ll gank in the pen will shank
Any tom dick and hank or get the ass
Fake it ain’t about how right or wrong you live
But how long you live
I ain’t with the bullshit
I meet cold bitches no hoes
Don’t wanna sleep so I keep popping no-doz
And tell the young people what they gotta know
Cause I hate when niggas gotta live low
And if you’re locked up I dedicate my style in
From san quentin to rykers island
We got em afraid of the funky shit
I like to clown so pump up the sound
In the jeep make the old ladies say
Oh my God wait it’s the nigga ya love to hate

Break

Yeah come on fool
It’s the nigga you love to hate

Yeah run up punk
It’s the nigga you love to hate
You ain’t all that
That’s all I hear, bitch, bitch
I ain’t nobody’s bitch>
A bitch is a....

Soul train done lost they soul
Just call it train cause the bitches look like hoes
I see a lotta others damn
It almost look like the bandstand
You ask me did I like arsenio
About as much as the bicentennial
I don’t give a fuck about dissing these fools cause they all scared of
The ice cube
And what I say what I portray and all that
And ain’t even seen the gat
I don’t wanna see no dancing
I’m sick of that shit listen to the hit
Cause yo if I look and see another brother
On the video tryin to out-dance each other
I’m a tell t-bone to pass the bottle
And don’t give me that shit about role model
It ain’t wise to chastise and preach
Just open the eyes of each
Cause laws are made to be broken up
What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up
And build mold and fold theyself into shape
Of the nigga ya love to hate

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Intro: (*numerous men speaking*)

(Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the best of
our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are against the
interests of all our people and therefore cannot be permitted)
(The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We′ve been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that there′s a series of
fires. A lot of looting is going on. A disaster area obviously)
(The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...)
Make it rough
(A lot of activity continues here in this....) Make it rough
(We have sporadic fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)

Verse 1:

Not guilty the filthy devils tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then niggas will be
hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a must
I can′t trust a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell, foul
Cut his fuckin throat and I smile
Go to Simi Valley and surely
somebody knows the address of the jury
Pay a little visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?)
"Can I talk to the grand wizard?" then boom
Make him eat the barrel, modern day feral
Now he′s zipped up like leather tuscadero
Pretty soon we′ll catch Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta broom
Stick prick, devils ain′t shit
Introduce his ass to the AK40 dick
Two dazed niggas layin in the cut
To get some respect we had to tear this muthafucka up

Make it rough

Verse 2:

I gotta Mac10 for Officer Wynd
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to Kansas
in a casket, crew cut faggot
Now he ain′t nothin but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin lyin
Niggas ain′t buyin
ya story bore me
Taerin up shit with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a lap-top computer
I told you all what happened and you heard it, read it
but all you could call me was anti-Semitic
Regret it-nope, said it-yep
Listen to my big black boots as I step
Niggas had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push
But your National Guard ain′t hard
You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know what?
We woulda teared this muthafucka up

Huh, make it rough!
Huh Muggs, make it rough!

Verse 3:

It′s on, gone with the wind and I know white men can′t dunk
Now I′m stealin blunts
And it came from Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker
Don′t fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Fire Marshall Bill
Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out
My nigga had his truck out, didn′t get stuck out
In front of that store with the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ???? Surplus got the heaters
Meet us so we can get the 9′s and the what-nots
Got the Mossberg with the double eyed buckshot
Ready for Darryl and like Beretta wouldn′t say
Keep your eye on the barrel, a sparrow
Don′t do the crime if you can′t do the time
But I′m rollin so that′s a fucked up slogan
The Hogan′s Heroes spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up police killer
The super duper nigga that′ll buck
We had to tear this muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!

Huh, make it rough!
Yo Muggs, make it rough
Huh, make it rough
Enough

Outro: (*newsreader*)

(Not Guilty verdicts for Stacey Coon, Lawrence Powell, Timothy Wynd and
Theodore Vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating motorist Rodney
King)

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Verse one:

Listen to the preacherman
But are you talkin’ to me
I can’t hear you with a mouth full of pig’s feet
If I should need the swine flesh
Your body is a mess, but you’re blessed
With a father, son, spirit and the holy ghost
But my whole neigborhood is comatose
Lookin’ for survival
The devil made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin’ our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch ’em burn in a fire
See I’m a g, that’s why I ain’t in your choir
Cause I see, cause I know
The church ain’t nothin’ but a fashion show
Get the devil to a 187
And they won’t call me a nigga when I get to heaven

Verse two:

You’re waitin’ for the devil to come from the ground
Clown, take a look around
Just look at the cross that the priest is holdin’
A beast in sheep’s clothing
But I’m rollin’ with that knowledge of self
Cause heaven ain’t just wealth
So mister preacher, if I couldn’t pay my tithe
Do I have to wait outside?
White man, please take another look
Cause we couldn’t be readin’ out of the same book
Cause youse a crook and I’m a brother
King james had sex with his mother
Is that your edition? is that your religion?
Black man, you gotta make a desicion
Cause God is comin’ on day number seven
And he won’t call me a nigga when I get to heaven

Verse three:

The same white man that threw me in the slammer
He bombed the church in alabama
So if I cock the hammer, God won’t mind
If I have to kill the human swine
Cause God is a killer from the start
Why you think noah had to build his ark
And God is a man from his feet to his hair
That’s why you say ’amen’ after each and every prayer
I just stare at the church man
Spendin’ more money on the church band
But elijah’s got a plan
Got the white man screamin’: ’damn that farrakhan!’
Cause one day these babies are uprise
Much more than bowties and bean pies
Kickin’ knowledge at 7-11
And they won’t call me a nigga when I get to heaven

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[ INTRO: Chuck D ]
Yo
Once again
From the dephts of hell
Run-D.M.C.
Yo, Jam-Master J-J-Jay in the house
And y′all take this

[ *Jam-Master Jay cuts up* ]
(From the dephts of hell)
(Heaven is cool, in hell you burn)
(I cut the head of the devil and I throw it at you)
(Heaven is cool, in hell you burn)
(On a lower level where the devils dwell
Comin from the one..) (where they at?) (..comin back from hell)

[ VERSE 1: Run ]
I′m comin back from hell, a jail cell tells no tales
The walls, the floors, the blinds, it never fails
To catch a little butt from a inmate′s head
So sorry for you sucker, see ya, sissy, you′re dead
Another rolled-over casket, tisket, a tasket
This ain′t no thanks to the pussy-ass bastard
Easy for another man to laugh at his face
Like I said, his head to bed, another dead inmate
Raw to the bone and killed him for the phone
Mommy′s only son, but left his mama alone
The last words he heard "Your time is up", the result
Caught back around, his naked face cut to a pulp
Never knew he′d go to jail doin murder and he fell
(Reporting live from Rikers Island) and comin back from hell

(From the dephts of hell)
(Back) (back) (from hell)
(Back from hell)
(Back) (from hell)
(Back) (back) (from hell)
(Back) (back) (back from hell)
(Yeah)
(Back) (back) (back)..

[ VERSE 2: Ice Cube ]
Back from hell
But I still smell the same old shit
From the lower level
Ice Cube′ll beat the shit out the devil
Nothin changed, still down with the P.E., son
But now I′m raising hell with Run
Nearly gettin done from the sawed off shotgun
Pressin they luck, didn′

@ Ice Cube