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Текст песни:

The world is mine (*whispered* the world is mine)
(repeat 4x)

The world, belongs to me
Niggaz don’t know my pedigree, w-s to the c
We be them hogs, that make it rain cats and dogs
We got the "bud" just like them frogs
Now everybody on the west, show some love
And everybody on the east, respect the corniche, it’s not on lease
Breakin laws, swimmin through the water like jaws
Gumby’s pause, and take they drawers, no balls
God damnit, niggaz take my planet for granted I can’t stand it
Catch a flight across the atlantic
Step off the plane, nuttin but expense of the game
Bitch I’m rich you know my name, show me the cane
Now are you sure? one hundred percent pure
Cause if it’s not, believe me the shit gettin hot
I got a plot to make your whole family deaf dumb and blind
(tell em one more time) the world is mine

Chorus: ice cube

The world is mine nigga, back up
I gots to get mine before I act up
(repeat 2x)

It’s a quarter to eight, I’m not finished my plate
I got a phone call to make, my niggaz tell me it’s fake
Oh what a mistake, here’s what I want you to break
Tie his feet with some weight, throw his ass in a lake
And then set up a date, between me and his mate
Tell her lobster and steak, and bitch don’t be late
Oh the pussy was great, I’m still sealin your fate
Cause you can’t imitate, the nigga you love to hate

Chorus

Can I grin, show my fin, I’m down with mack 10
Dub-c, k-dee, and kausion
It don’t stop, niggaz get to bowin a lot
When we enter the spot, look all the niggaz we got
Worldwide, nigga take a look outside
Got a brother named clyde, he’s like jekyll and hyde
Ice cube is the lick, westside is the click
(can’t get enough of this gangsta shit)
You wanna check our cajones we got the feds up on us
We gotta roll on daytonas because we know that they want us
And if they catch us in rap, it’s a reasonable doubt
My niggaz pointin me out, my momma scream and she shout
But we got enough green, from our triple beam
To hire the prosecution, and the dream team
This world ain’t nuttin but a dollar sign (ching ching)
I’m a partner in crime, the world is mine

Chorus

[mack 10]
Yeah, you punk ass niggaz know the side, so check it
When you meet us, you better bring your heaters
Cause the only way you could beat us, is if you cheat us nigga

Chorus

[mack 10]
We tight, ha hah
Where you from nigga?
Where you from nigga?

(tell them one mo’ time) ice cube: the world is mine (4x)

Ha ha ha, westside

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Intro: Das EFX

Yeah! Word is bond!
Das EFX in this yaknowhatI′msayin
Straight from the sewer, word is bond!
Yeah! Yah! Ah-yeah! We doin this with my nigga
Where my nigga? Ice Cube in the motherfucker
Word is bond! (Yeah!)

Verse One: Ice Cube

You better check yo self before you wreck yo self
Cos I′m bad for your health, I come real stealth
Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms
Doin foul crime, I′m that nigga wit′cha Alpine
Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know
And friends know, we got the indo
No I′m not a sucker, sittin in a House of Pain
And no I′m not the butler, I′ll cut ya (Uh!)
Headbutt ya, you say you can′t touch this
And I wouldn′t touch ya, in fact motherfuck ya
Here to let you know boy, oh boy
I make dough but don′t call me DoughBoy
This ain′t no fuckin motion picture
A guy or bitch-a, I′ll get wit′cha
And hit ya, takin that yack to the neck
So you better run a check

Chorus One: Das EFX and Ice Cube

[Das] So come on and chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Yeah, come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self
[Ice] Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health

Hook: Das EFX

Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)
*repeat 2X*

Verse Two: Ice Cube

Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played
Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade
That′s kinda trifle, caise that′s a knife-o
AK-47, assault rifle
Hold the fifty, I′m nifty, pow
I gotta new style, "WATCH OUT NOW!"
I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank
But steady talkin shit in the holding tank
First you wanna step to me
Now your ass screamin for the deputy
They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row
Now they runnin up in ya slow
You′re gone, used to be the Don Juan (Check that shit out!)
Now your name is just Twan
Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck
You better run a check

Chorus Two: Das EFX and Ice Cube

[Das] So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
[Ice] Cause big dicks up yo ass is bad for yo health

Hook

Verse Three: Ice Cube

If you′re foul, you better run a make on that license plate
You coulda had a V8
Instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium (POOOOOW!)
I got six and I′m aimin em
Will I shoot or keep you guessin
Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin
Bitch, get off the wood, you′re no good
There goes the neighbourhood hooker (Slut!)
Go ahead and keep your drawers
Givin up the claps and who needs applause
At a time like this, pop the coochie and ya dead
The bitch is a Miami Hurricane hit
Sprung, niggaz call her ′Lips and Lungs′
Nappy dugout, get the fuck out
Cause women like you gets no respect
Bitch, you better run a check

Chorus Three: Das EFX and Ice Cube

[Das] So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
[Ice] Cause bitches like you is bad for my health

Hook

Chorus Three

Hook 3X

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[Ice Cube]
Uhh, gotta get it...uhhh....hmmm....get it, get it

--baby--

(verse one) {:21
Stab thru the neighborhood, these spinin′
Weez winin′, scrap with the John Lennon
Head rests, TV′s in ′em
Best in the nation, on this playstation
The Don Daata, gotta get you hotter
Been a buck naked nigga smokin′ water
On a friday, the get high day
Blowin′ at a hot date, findin′ Shade
Black and bicantay, with ass everwhere, how you do that there?
A sight to behold, break the mold
Just tryin′ to get some before the world explode
I see you tryin′ to get caught
Well shake what your mama gave ya, plus what you bought
We fuck and we fought, we laugh and we cry
Told the truth and we lie

(chorus) {:57
You be good to me, i′ll be good to you
Anything you want, anything you do
I got my eyes on you, and i′m in to you
Give it all I got, and to keep it hot

(verse two) {1:15
Now what a freak like you, doin′ with a fool like me?
Explain it to your family
It′s got to be insanity --because I like what you′re doing to me--
You know you ain′t right standin′ at the light
Think it′s chocolate with that shit too tight
And if I fuck around and get you in the car with me
Motherfuckers would think I had a star with me
Now see the haterism increase
They hate when you got a dime piece
And I got one shotgun, and I might catch a hot one
When i′m lookin′ for love and niggas got none, uhh
If you let me handcuff your wrist
Bonnie and Clyde ain′t got shit on this
Cuz Bonnie and Clyde had to take a risk
But most of my money see it′s all legit --baby--
It′s all about your state of mind
Now what would you do if I handed you a tech nine?
Are you feelin′ me?
Would you stay down like Hillary?
Even if you thought about killin′ me?

(chorus) {2:02
You be good to me, i′ll be good to you
Anything you want, anything you do
I got my eyes on you, and i′m in to you
Give it all I got, and to keep it hot

(verse three) {2:19
Now what a freak like you, doin′ with a fool like me?
Explain it to your family
It′s got to be insanity --because I like what you′re doing to me--
Are you the type of girl that would call them folks
Have your man leave the house in chains and ropes
Don′t need the kind of girl that′ll have me in court
On lawsuits lyin′ about demestic abuse
Have a bitch like Judge Judy cussin′ me out
Garnish my cheques, reposses my lex
Cuz I come from a place in southern Californi
Where hoes rake niggas for tons of alimoni
But fuck the world don′t aks me for shit
Unless you my boo, and i′m fuckin′ you
The rest of these broads ain′t knowin′
That i′m a have you bumpin′ Lauryn, in somethin′ foreign
Come thru blow the horn
Stick your wrists out the window
And wave to your kinfolks
Let ′em know who you with
And to your crazy ass daddy, let him know who to get

(chorus) {3:06
You be good to me, i′ll be good to you
Anything you want, anything you do
I got my eyes on you, and i′m in to you
Give it all I got, and to keep it hot

Now what a freak like you, doin′ with a fool like me?
Explain it to your family
It′s got to be insanity --because I like what you′re doing to me--
{repeat last 3 lines, 4 times

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[cube]
Nigga ain’t tryin’ to do too much

All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones (yaaeyae)
Spend a hun’ on my loved ones (yaeeyae)
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins
(repeat w/)

I like to get down with my peoples & my folks
My dogs & my locs the room filled with smoke (brr)
I got these crip niggas talkin’ to the bloods
& niggas ain’t spreadin’ slugs but spreadin’ love (yeah)
It’s the thang we do since ’ 92
What’s the use of you killing me & me killing you?
We at the picnic off the liquid
We the illest in town & nobody gets sick
Heard these freaks don’t get along
Cause one hair is short & one’s is long
The dick don’t care ’bout no hair
What you talkin’ ’bout? we can work it out
When you with me nigga all the drinks on the house

All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun’ on my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins
[s.k.] what you wanna do?
All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun’ on my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins (yaeeyae)

[s.k.] what they hittin’ fo cube?

[cube]
Oh you wanna pay the price
I’m like poltergeist when I get ya dice
I make ’em do thangs
Man I got the method like wu-tang
Have you niggas changin’ like mood rings
So we should kick back on this six pack
Where them bitches at with the fifth of yak (cognac)
(oh they went to get some food too)
I know the people that you came with
& hang with but who’s you?
[s.k.]
They call me short khop
I’m the nigga in the bathroom with
2 bitches & the do’ locked (you? ? )
I know you famous & I must be buzzin’
But can’t nobody give head like yo’ cousin (ah fuck you)

All I wanna do is have fun with yo’ loved ones
Spend a hun’ with yo’ loved ones
Make a run with yo’ loved ones
Yo’ relatives & yo’ cousins (ha haa)
(what you wanna do? )
All I wanna do is have fun with yo’ loved ones
Spend a hun’ with yo’ loved ones
Make a run with yo’ loved ones
Yo’ relatives & yo’ cousins

[cube]
Now be careful on yo’ way home
You know it’s on with the police
They can’t see a nigga get no peace
They pull you over never carin’ if you drunk or sober
They wanna fuck with yo’ nuts
Call yo’ baby momma sluts put you in cuffs
In the afterworld yo’ ass gon’ get touched
We see you later workin’ for them haters
Fuckin’ space invaders comin’ up the elevators
To 304 damn that’s my suite
Why you bammin’ on the fuckin’ do’ & holdin’ heat
Bring yo’ ass in come on have a seat
We can meet over somethin’ to eat
Muthafucka

Cause
All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun’ with my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins
(what you wanna do? )
All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun’ with my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins
(it’s on me& you)

C: I ain’t fuckin’ with no niggas that don’t love me bitch
Fuckin’ with y’all muthafuckas.
We through with the bullshit.
Kick rocks nigga if you with that bullshit kick rocks
All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
My relatives & my cousins
Connect gang he hah connect gang
Put it down like this...
Put it down like this & never ever miss

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

(c’mon g)
[jd] police, eat a dick straight up
Look here you little God damn nigger, your not gafflin nobody
You fuckin understand me
(kick his ass)
That’s right, get down on the God damn ground now
Fuckin move now
(let me take a shot at him)
We’re gonna do you like king
[jd] what God damn king
Rodney king, martin luther king
And all the other God damn king’s from africa
[jd] look out motherfucker
*gun shots*

[ice cube]
God damn, the bigger the cap the bigger the peelin
And when dealin with the lench mob you gots to know
Steady mobbin is not just the name of this jam, but a way of life
Bound together by motherfuckers that’s known
To break em off somethin, give it to me

Four or five niggaz in a mothership
Better known as a goose and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin to get our hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can’t hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin up the rollers
Comin up short of the green guys
And I might start slangin bean pies
Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month
With "u can’t touch this" on the front
I’m bout to get rich
Cause life ain’t nuttin but money and fuck a bitch
They drop like dominoes
And if you didn’t know, ice cube got drama hoes
So after the screwin
I bust a nut and get up and put on my white ewings
I’m out the do’
All you might get is a rubber on the floor
Cause I’m ready to hit the road like mario andretti
Bitch, cause I’m steady mobbin

Bustin caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
Cause I’m gettin major
Fuck pac tel, move to sky pager
Told all my friends
Don’t drink 8 ball, cause st. ide’s is givin ends
Fools get drunk and wanna compete
Slapboxin in the street
Niggaz get mad, tempers are flarin
Cause they got a few bitches starin
Just for the nappy heads
But scandalous bitches, make for happy feds
I’m making my duty to cuss em
Out, cause I just don’t trust em
And if you tell on me I’m bombin on betty
Bitch shoulda known I was steady mobbin

Since one-time so hot
Got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the glock
And I’m rollin on rims
Eating soul food, and neckbones from m&m’s
Grumblin like a motherfucker
Greasy-ass lips, now I gots to take a shit
Saw sir jinx bailin’
When I hit a lefton ruth ellon, ’whattup loc? ’
Don’t you know that niggaz get smoked
That take they life for a joke, get in nigga
I take you to the pad zoom
Went to mom’s house and dropped a load in the bathroom
Jumped back in my low rider
Comin out feelin about ten pounds lighter
Went to bone’s house so I can get the gat
Looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at
Lench mob ain’t nuttin but tramps
But hoes lickin us like stamps
One fool brought the music for the yams
But ice cube had more amps, get in bitch
Cause I had the jam on
And I don’t want to hear shit about a tampon
Give me the nappy and make me happy
The hoe said ’pappy could you slap me
On the ass hard and fast
And could please try not to leave a gash? ’
I said yeah, but I don’t play sex
When I’m putting on the latex
Slipped on the condom
Fucked around and dropped the bomb son
And it came out sort of like confetti
In for the night, no longer steady mobbin

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

You know who I’m talking to
Yeah, you that motherfucker that betrayed your homeboys and you ain’t
Shit
Yeah, you about to get your motherfucking ghetto pass revoked,
Motherfucker
Punk-ass mark, bitch-made
Punk-ass trick in a basket
You got caught up in the mix...>

It’s the nigga ya love to hate with a new song
So what really goes on
Nothing but a come-up, but ain’t that a bitch
They hate to see a young nigga rich
But I refuse to switch even though
Cause I can’t move to the snow
Cause soon as y’all get some dough
Ya wanna put a white bitch on your elbow
Moving out your neighborhood
But I walk through the ghetto and the flavor’s good
Little kids jumping on me
But you, you wanna be white and corny
Living way out
"nigger go home" spray-painted on your house
Trying to be white or a jew
But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to?
Get the hell out
Stop being an uncle tom, you little sell-out
House nigga scum
Give something back to the place where you made it from
Before you end up broke
Fuck around and get your ghetto pass revoked
I ain’t saying no names, you know who you are
You little punk, be true to the game

Break
Yeah, you thought we forgot, huh?
Yeah, get a little money and moves out the neighborhood and shit
But you still ain’t shit...>

When you first start rhyming
It started off slow and then you start climbing
But it wasn’t fast enough I guess
So you gave your other style a test
You was hardcore hip-hop
Now look at yourself, boy you done flip-flopped
Giving our music away to the mainstream
Don’t you know they ain’t down with the team
They just sent they boss over
Put a bug in your ear and now you crossed over
On mtv but they don’t care
They’ll have a new nigga next year
You out in the cold
No more white fans and no more soul
And you might have a heart attack
When you find out the black folks don’t want you back
And you know what’s worse?
You was just like the nigga in the first verse
Stop selling out your race
And wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face
Niggas always gotta show they teeth
Now I’m a be brief
Be true to the game

Break
I see you got your fancy cars and shit
But you know what?
You still ain’t shit
That’s right, I caught you slipping
You know I could’ve gat you
Yeah, but I didn’t even trip...>

A message to the oreo cookie
Find a mirror and take a look, g
Do you like what you see?
But you’re quick to point the finger at me
You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy
Black man can’t be no yuppie
You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes
You don’t associate with the negroes
You wanna be just like jack
But jack is calling you a nigga behind your back
So back off genius
I don’t need you to correct my broken english
You know that’s right
You ain’t white
So stop holding your ass tight
Cause you can’t pass
So why you keep trying to pass?
With your black ass
Mister big
But in reality, you’re shorter than a midge
You only got yourself to blame
Get a grip, oreo and be true to the game

He continues to live in south central los angeles
And he puts his money into projects that improve the neighborhood...>

Be true to the game!

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[Ice Cube]
Yeah, yeah
Get your ass and hurra
Uh, Ice Cube baby
Ninety-nine baby
I′m on the grind baby
All the time baby
Show me something

[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
Put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
Put your ass into it

[Ice Cube]
Tic-tic-boom
Hear me banging down these back streets
Bumpin′ Blackstreet, fiending like an athlete
Life ain′t a track meet (no)
It′s a marathon
Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on
We be clubbing till the day we die
Nigga ask the bartender if you think we lie
But if you think we high, nigga think again
Cause when it′s sink or swim
You got to think to win
And if I drink this here
Everybody will know it
Cause I ain′t going for it
So pray to the Lord that I don′t pull out
Cuss out and bust out
Go to nigga raveling
Make the clip traveling, uh
You can try to smoke an ounce to this
While I pronounce this shit
Baby bounce them tits
Mama move them hips
Baby shake them cheeks
I got dick for days
You got ass for weeks, yeah, yeah

[Ms. Toi] (Ice Cube)
Don′t stop get it, get it
(That′s real)
Don′t stop nigga hit it
(I will)
[Ice Cube]
I′m gon′ do it, gon′ do it
Gon′ do it, do it, do it

[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
Put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
Put your ass into it

[Ice Cube]
Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
The thug ones, relatives and my cousins
And I got ‘em by the dozen
When they buzzin′, quick to say fuck your husband
This is for my niggas locked away
Extra love for the ones who ain′t got no date
But when we hit checkmate with Ice Cube the great
As soon as I get a word we can rush the safe
Fuck them license plates because life is great
It don′t matter if you′re rich and your folks ain′t straight
I′m still coming with that underground gangsta shit
No matter how many niggas say we ain′t the shit, bitch

[Ms. Toi] (Ice Cube)
Don′t stop get it, get it
(That′s real)
Don′t stop nigga hit it
(I will)
[Ice Cube]
I′m gon′ do it, gon′ do it
Gon′ do it, do it, do it

[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
Put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
Put your ass into it

[Mack 10]
I do hard core rhyming, hard time grinding
With will I pimp hoes
Other niggas wine and dine them
Gotta love this pup shit
Passing the mud shit
Pockets on flood shit
OG lyrical blood shit
I don′t rent I buy shit
Niggas jealous of my shit
You unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit
While you′re rooting and recruiting
Nigga 6-8 whooping
I was in the hood shooting cause I had the wife whooping
I come from padres gold in oversized jars
I past up strife and got star awards
No time for playa hating, Mack paper chasing
Came out the substation to the hip hop nation
The mo′ hits the mo′ bigga with illegal weight figga
Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga
Bust the first asshole to show I can hit it
I keep pushing, don′t quit it
Don′t stop till I get it

[Ms. Toi] (Ice Cube)
Don′t stop get it, get it
(That′s real)
Don′t stop nigga hit it
(I will)
[Ice Cube]
I′m gon′ do it, gon′ do it
Gon′ do it, do it, do it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi] (Ice Cube)
Don′t stop get it, get it
(That′s real)
Don′t stop nigga hit it
(I will)
[Ice Cube]
I′m gon′ do it, gon′ do it
Gon′ do it, do it, do it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
[Ms. Toi]
You can do it put your back into it
[Ice Cube]
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your ass into it
We be clubbing
Freaky gyration is close to fornication
We be clubbing
Freaky gyration is close to fornication…
Yeah uh-huh, Ice Cube, Westside Connection
Know how we do?
We puttin′ it down, constantly
Get your ass up and hurra

@ Ice Cube

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

Текст песни:

[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

Текст песни:

[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

Текст песни:

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

Текст песни:

{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

Текст песни:

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

Текст песни:

[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

Текст песни:

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

Текст песни:

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