Ice Cube Album

[No lyrics]

Godamn, it’s a brand new payback
From the straight, fucks the mack and straights ganks the black
How many muthafuckers gotta pay
Went to the shelf and dusted off the ak
Cops gotta get pealed
’cause the nigga you love to hate still can kill at will
It ain’t no pop ’cause that sucks
And you can new jack swing on my nuts
Down wit the niggaz that I bail out
I’m platinum bitch and I didn’t have to sell out
Fuck you ice cube, that’s what the people say
Fuck america still wit the triple k
Cause you know when my nine goes buck
It will bust your head like a watermelon dropping 12 stories up
Now let’s see who’ll drop
Punk muthafuckers trying to ban hip-hop
Fuck r & b and the running man
I’m the one to stand wit the gun in hand
Make sure before you buck wit duck quick
Punk, ’cause I’m the wrong nigga to fuck wit

Hell yea, zone you better tell ’em
Ice cube and I’m rolling wit the muthafucking lm
It’s the #1 crew in the area
Make a move for your gat and I’ll bury ya
Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt
Punks roaming what I put in work
’cause lenchmob niggaz are the craziest
And y’all muthafuckers can’t fade my shit
South central, that’s where the lenchmob dwell
Hitting fools up wit the big ass l
One time can’t hold me back
Sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs
Stop giving juice to the raiders
’cause al davis never paid us
I hope he wear a vest
It’s all about the l-e-n-c-h y’all know the rest
Muthafucking crew, muthafucking mob
Doing muthafucking job in a muthafucking squad
In ’91 ice cube grew strong and bigger
And I’m the wrong nigga to fuck wit

Like I said, it’s a brand new payback
9-91, let’s see who beats the jack
Sir jinx grew a little bit taller
(beat the wack beats out) to muthafucking baller
And hoes can’t row on
Even bitches looking like en vogue gotta hold on
Don’t let me catch daryl gates in traffic
I gotta have it, to peal his cap backwards
I hope he wear a vest too and his best blew
Going up against the zulu
Break his spine like a jellyfish
Kick his ass til it smells of shit
Off wit the head, off wit the head I say
And watch the devil start kicking
Run around like a chicken, grand dragon finger licking
Yo, turn him over wit a spatula
Now he got kentucky fried cracker
Mess wit the cube, you get pump quick
Pig, cause I’m the wrong nigga to fuck wit

Damn G, the spot's gettin' hot
So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
Police lookin' at niggaz through a microscope
In L.A. everybody an' they momma sell dope
They tryin' to stop it
So what the fuck can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St. Louis
Shit, that's cool, cuz nobody knew us
We stepped off the plane
4 gangbangaz, professional crack slangaz
Ready to card at wholesale
Rolled to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Unpacked then I grabbed the 3-80
Cuz where we stayin', niggaz look shady
But they can't fade South Central
Cuz bustin' a cap is fundamental
Pimpin' out every block close
Seein' which one will clock the most
Yeah, this is the one, no doubt
Bust a few Bone, and let's clear deez niggaz out
"Hey! Hey man! Whassup nigga?
This is L.A.'s Lynch Mob nigga" (tires squeal)
Now clearin' 'em out meant casualties
Still have the L.A. mentality
Bust a cap, and outta there in a hurry
Wouldn't ya know, a drive-by in Missouri
Them fools got popped, took they corner
Next day, set up shop
And it's better than slangin' in da Valley
Triple the price an' makin' more than I did in Cali
Rackin' up rocks like Barney Rubble
Cuz them mark ass niggaz don't want trouble
And we ain't on edge when we do work
Police don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
Gettin' bitches and they can't stand a 1991 Tony Montana
Now the shit's like a war of gang violence
where it was never seen before
Punks run when the gat bust
4 jerri curl niggaz kickin' up dust
And some of them are even lookin' up to us
Wearin' our colors and talkin' that gang
Fuck, give a nigga much love
Dyin' for a street that they ain't never heard of
But other motherfuckaz wanna stay in strong
So you know the phrase, once again, "It's on"

[TV Newscaster]
At the top of the news tonight:
A gang from South Central Los Angeles, which are known for their drive-by shootings,
have migrated into east St. Louis leaving 3 dead and 2 others injured. No arrests have
been made. Police say this is a nation-wide trend, with similar incidents occurring in
Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma.

My homie got shot, he's a goner Black
St. Louis niggaz want they corner back
Shootin' in snowy weather
It's illegal business, niggaz still can't stick together
Fuckin' police got the 411 that L.A. ain't all servin' son
But we ain't thinkin' bout the boys
Few like to have (something)
Now the shit gettin' tricky
Cuz now they lookin' for tha colorz and the Dickie's
Damn, the spot's getting hot from the battle
I'm bout to pack up and start slingin' in Seattle
But the cops wake about 6 in da mornin'
Try to catch a nigga when he's yawnin'
Put his glock to my chest as I pause
Went to jail in my muthafuckin' draws
Tryin' ta get me 57(?) years
Think's I be foolin' with those tattoo tears
It's the same ol' story and the same ol' nigga stuck
An' the public defender ain't givin' a fuck
The fool must be sparkin'
Talkin' about a double-life plea bargain
You got to roll with the Crips and the Bloods by hand G
Like a black guerilla family
And the white pride don't like North side
And it's a ride if anyone know the style(?)
No parole or probation
Now this is a young man's Summer Vacation
No chance for rehabilitation
Cuz look at the muthafuckin' years that I'm facin'
I'ma end it like this cuz you know what's up
My life is fucked

"Police eat a dick, straight up"

[Pig 1]
"Look here you little goddamn nigger,
you're not gatling nobody, you understand me?!
That's right, now get down on the goddamn
ground! NOW! Fuckin' move! NOOWW!"

[Pig 2]
"Let me take a shot at him!"

[Pig 1]
"We gonna do you like King (What goddamn King?)
Rodney King, Martin Luther King, and all the
goddamn kings of Africa!"

[Ice Cube]
"Look out motherfucka!" (3 gunshots)

(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

[Cube]:What The Fuck?
[Lench]:Hey Faggot Or Nigga
[Cube]:Hey Slut

Your daughter was a nice girl, now she’s a slut.
A queen treatin’ niggas just like king tut.
Gobbin’ up nuts, sorta like a hummingbird,
Suckin’ up the lench mob crew, and I’m comin’ third.
Used to get straight-A's, now she’s just skippin’ class.
Oh my, do I love to grip the hips and ass.
Only 17, with a lot of practice on black boys’ jimmys and white boy’s cactus.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, but I gotta be brief:
A lotta niggas like bustin’ nuts in her teeth.
Drink it up, drink it up, even though she’s catholic,
That don’t mean shit, cuz she’s givin’ up the ass quick.
Quicker than you can say "candy", the bitch is on my snicker...and oh man she
Can take on three men built like he-men;
Her little-bitty twat got gallons of semen.
Fourteen niggas in line ready to bang your
Pride-and-joy, I mean daddy’s little angel.
Tell the bitch to get her ass out the house,
Cuz your daughter’s known for givin’ up the nappy dugout.

Chorus, 2x: I got a big old ding-a-ling, and if that bitch remains,
I’m gonna do my thing, with your dauuuughter!

Mister, mister, before you make me go,
I’m here to let you know your little girl is a hoe.
Nympho, nympho, boy is she bad; get her all alone and out come the kneepads.
I know she’s a minor and it is illegal,
But the bitch is worse than vanessa del rio.
And if you decide to call rape, we got the little hooker on tape, now:
Tell the fuckin’ slut to please hurry up,
And wear that dress that’s tight on her butt,
So I can finger-fuck on the way to the bed,
Been in so many rooms, she got a dot on her forehead.
Face turnin’ red from grabbin’ them ankles.
Fuck and get up is how I do them stank-hoes.
You should hear how she sounds with a cock in her,
Boots get knocked from here to czechoslovakia.
Two on top, one on the bottom;
First nigga got the boots, man, you shoulda shot ’im.
Cuz after I got ’em it was over. now niggas get lucky like a four-leaf clover.
On daddy’s little girl.
She keeps nuts in her mouth like the bitch was a squirrel.
So tell sheryl to bring her ass home,
Cuz the line at my house is gettin’ loooooooong, and....

Chorus
("givin’ up the nappy, givin’ up the nappy....")

[intro: conversation between 1 and 2 + a Nurse]

[1] Ay but, what you doin up here anyway nigga?
[2] Man I came up to get some rubbers man, what you doin up here?
[1] No shit? Man, I came up here to get a physical
[1] You know for my job, you gotta get a physical and shit, but..
[2] Really?
[Nurse] Philip Brown to the front desk - Philip Brown
[1] Aw that's me right there, hey man you stay up man!
[Nurse] Philip Brown!
[1] Be careful and shit you know...
[2] Awright then homey!
[Nurse] Philip Brown?
[1] Yeah?
[Nurse] Can I help you?
[1] Ahh, ah-uh-yeah, I'd like to get
[1] I'd like to get a physical
[Nurse] We don't give physicals here
[1] Oh you don't?
[Nurse] No, all we test for is VD, herpes, syphillis and gonorrhea
[1] I'd like to see a doctor
[Nurse] What's the matter, you BURNING?
[1] Huh??

"Stepped out my house, stopped short, oh no.." [Slick Rick]
"Why is my thing-thing burnin like this?"
[Nurse] You BURNING?
"Stepped out my house, stopped short, oh no.." [Slick Rick]
"What have I, done stuck my duck in?"

[Ice Cube]
I went to the free clinic, it was filled to capacity
Now how bad can a piece of ass be?
Very bad, so I had to make the trip
and thank God, I didn't have the drips
I was there so a hoe couldn't gimme that
Just to get - twenty free jimmy hats
Now look who I see
Ain't that... yeah, that's the bitch from up the street!
With the big fat tail
who always told Cube to go to hell
She thought she was wiser
Now she's sittin in the waitin room, burnin like heat-mizer
Yeah I see ya
First Miss Thang, now Miss Gonorrhea
Man it's a trip how the world keeps turnin
It's 1991, and look who's burnin

[Chorus One: various samples (repeat 2X)]

"Does it get you hot?"
"It's got me hot!"
"This is a girl playin hard to get.." [Slick Rick]
"Burnin up, burnin!"
"What have I, done stuck my duck in?"

[Ice Cube]
Now everybody is a victim, you can go see 'em
and you'll hear more claps than the Coliseum
Sittin there all quiet and embarrassed
Whup - there go that bitch who was careless
I remember - she wouldn't give the cock
to anybody who lived on the block
Now hoe, look what you got
BEND THAT BIG ASS OVER for the shot
Cause somebody is pipin hot
Drippin like a faucet, I'm glad I didn't toss it
Got you a college boy, who was worse than me
and he probably fucked the whole university
Still wanted him to dick you down, kick you down
with some bucks, now who got fucked?
With a nigga for the money he's earnin
but ask for some water bitch, and look who's burnin

[Chorus Two: various samples (repeat 2X)]

"Does it get you hot?"
"Can you get that?"
"This is a girl playin hard to get.." [Slick Rick]
"Burnin up, burnin!"
"Why is my thing-thing burnin like this?"

[Interlude: more samples]

"It burns.."
[man moaning in pain, urinating sound]
"Fitfully, sputteringly to it's end.."
{aww shit!!}
".. at which there is, a little surprise"
{That stupid ass..} "BITCH!!!!"

[Ice Cube]
Yo, it ain't my fault you got the heebie-jibbies
but you still try to act like you didn't see me
So I walk over, and say "Hi,
bitch, don't try to act surprised!"
You shoulda put a sock on the pickle
and your pussy wouldn't be blowin smoke signals
Man, this is gonna kill 'em
Guess who got a big fat dose of penicillin?
They'll ask, "Who?", and I tell 'em you
The new leader of the big booty crew
And after the day, I'm sorry to say
You come through the neighborhood, you couldn't give it away
To a nigga, who's out to get major paid
but you'll have him, pissin out razorblades
But a bitch like you..ll be returnin with the H-I-V, R.I.P.

[Chorus Three: various samples (repeat 2X)]

"You can't trust a big butt and a smile.." [KRS-One]
"I'm burning up!"
"You can't trust a big butt and a smile.." [KRS-One]
"You can't trust a big butt and a smile.." [KRS-One]
"I'm burning up!"
"What have I, done stuck my duck in?"

[Outro]
".. done stuck my duck in?"
"I'm burning up!"
"It's hot.. I'm burning up!"

[Big Bird: Sesame Street]
Hey look at this! I was cleaning out my nest
and I found a book of my old poetry

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

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

Here’s another topic I’m addressing,
So learn a quick lesson, about your smith and wesson.
Sit your ass back and comprehend,
As I let you know about man’s best friend.
Now remember, it used to be a dog like lassie,
But now in ’91 it’s a gun if you ask me.
Just like a jimmy hat’s used for protection,
I use my nine when suckers start to flex it.
’cause if you run up and try to play mine,
I rather have a ak than a fucking k9.
’cause if you shot your gun and my dog tries to fetch ya,
Me and the dog’s going out on a stretcher.
And I ain’t with that, so I gotta get that
Big black gat, aim and I hit that.
Forget about a dog fool, he’ll shit in the (? ? ),
Nowadays, a gat is man’s best friend.

Man’s best friend

Verse two:
Here is the reason why ice cube’s packed,
Just in case the little punks try to jack.
I can’t put a motherfucking pitbull under a coat,
And a small on my back.
So I gotta take my beret off, and I betcha
It’ll probably work a 100 percent better.
’cause it’ll keep me out of danger,
With sixteen in the clip and one in the chamber.
So this goes to all y’all intruders,
Beware of the owner, ’cause the owner is a shooter.
I don’t just wanna give your ass rabies,
I rather have your ass pushing up daisies.
And I can’t do that with benji,
Rin tin tin, or spotch mckinsey
Forget about a dog fool, he’ll shit in the (? ? ),
Nowadays, a gat is man’s best friend.

"just don’t let me see you shoot no dogs"
"hey, I got shots fired here, send me another unit"
"the profile of a typical american gun owner is this:
Over thirty, white, male, middle class" -- peter jennings
"take that motherfuckers"

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 ya'll 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

Damn We Burn Up Niggas
Feeling Fucked By Lench Mob Niggas
Don't Be A Bitch Girl
It Is A Fuckin Death Bitch

[No lyrics]

I wanna kill sam

"the army is the only way out for young, black
Teenagers.
We’ll provide you with housing, we’ll provide you
With education,
We’ll provide you with everything you need to
Provide a life.
We’ll help you to be the best soldier in the u.s.
Of a."

"’cause we do more before 7 a.m.
Than most niggers to their whole life time."

I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.

Verse one:
I wanna kill him, ’cause he tried to play me like a
Trick,
But you see, I’m the wrong nigga to fuck wit.
I got the a to the motherfucking k, and it’s ready
To rip,
Slapped in my banana clip.
And I’m looking,
Is he in watts, oakland, philly or brooklyn?
It seems like he got the whole country behind him,
So it’s sort of hard to find him.
But when I do, gotta put my gat in his mouth,
Pump seventeen rounds make his brains hang out.
’cause the shit he did was un-called for,
Tried fuck a brother up the ass like a small whore.
And that shit ain’t fly,
So now I’m setting up the ultimate drive-by.
And when you hear this shit,
It makes the world say damn, I wanna kill sam.

"momma, some man at the front door"
"uhm hi, I’ve got reasons to believe that someone
In this household
Has just turned eighteen, am I correct? "

Verse two:
This is why I wanna kill the punk,
’cause he tried to take a motherfucking chunk of
The funk.
He came to my house, I let ’em bail in,
’cause he said he was down with the l.m.
He gave up a little dat,
Then turned around, and pulled out a gat.
I knew it was a caper,
I said: "please don’t kill my mother", so he raped
Her.
Tied me up, took me outside,
And I was thrown in a big truck.
And it was packed like sardines,
Pull of niggers who fell for the same scheme.
Took us to a place and made us work,
All day and we couldn’t have shit to say.
Broke up the families forever,
And to this day black folks can’t stick together,
And it’s odd, broke us down, made us pray to his
God.
And when I think about it,
It makes me say damn, I wanna kill sam.

Verse three:
Now in ’91, he wanna tax me,
I remember the son of a bitch used to axe me.
And hang me by a rope till my neck snapped,
Now the sneaky motherfucker wants to ban rap.
And put me on the dirt or concrete,
But God can see through a white sheet
’cause you’re the devil in drag,
You can burn your cross while I burn your flag.
Try to give me the hiv,
So I can stop making babies like me.
And you’re giving dope to my people chump,
Just wait till we get over that, huh.
’cause your ass is grass ’cause I’m a blast,
Can’t bury rap, like your buried jazz.
’cause we stop being whores, stop doing floors,
So bitch you can fight your own wars.
So if you see a man in red, white and blue,
Getting chased by the lench mob crew.
It’s a man who deserves to buckle,
I wanna kill sam ’cause he ain’t my motherfucking
Uncle.

[Intro:]

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

[Verse One:]

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

[Verse Two:]

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

[repeat chorus]

(blends into intro with dialogue from spike lee’s _do the right thing_)

"twenty d energizers."
"twenty, c energizer? "
"d, not c, d."
"b energizer? "
"d motherfucker, d! learn to speak english first, alright? d!"
"how many you say? "
"twenty, motherfucker, twenty."
"honey..."
"mother-fuck you!"

[ice cube]
Everytime I wanna go get a fuckin brew
I gotta go down to the store with the two
Oriental one-penny countin motherfuckers
That make a nigga made enough to cause a little ruckus
Thinkin every brother in the world’s out to take
So they watch every damn move that I make
They hope I don’t pull out a gat and try to rob
They funky little store, but bitch, I got a job
("look you little chinese motherfucker
I ain’t tryin to steal none of yo’ shit, leave me alone!"
"mother-fuck you!")
Yo yo, check it out
So don’t follow me, up and down your market
Or your little chop suey ass’ll be a target
Of the nationwide boycott
Juice with the people, that’s what the boy got
So pay respect to the black fist
Or we’ll burn your store, right down to a crisp
And then we’ll see ya!
Cause you can’t turn the ghetto - into black korea

"i do fuck you!"

ay, yeah you, motherfucker
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, motherfucker
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
yeah motherfucker
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

and ice cube practices what he preaches
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:
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 ain’t 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. . .

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

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

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

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

Verse two:

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

Verse three:

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

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...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"this is los angeles."