Ice Cube Album

[phones ringing, babies crying]

white guy: Hi how ya doin' ?

nurse: Doctor's office, could you hold please? Yes sir can I help you?

white guy: Yes I have a four o'clock appointment, I'm here to get my shot.

nurse: Okay, come right with me.

white guy: This isn't gonna take too long is it?

nurse: Here we are, here have a seat right here.

white guy: Oh great, thanks, thanks.

nurse: The doctor will be right with you, and can I get you anything?

white guy: Uhh maybe a glass of water would be great.

nurse: Okay great.

[door shuts]

white guy: Damn, what is taking so long?

[door creaks open, funky music in the backround]

doctor Ice Cube: Yo wussup?

white guy: Hi how ya doin' ?

doctor Ice Cube: Alright, let's see what we got here uhh, Mr. White huh?

white guy: Yes sir that's me.

doctor Ice Cube: heh, I heard you don't like shots do ya?

white guy: No I sure don't.

doctor Ice Cube: Aww you're a big boy uhh this won't hurt a bit,
jus' uhh turn your head...

white guy: Let's get this over with.

doctor Ice Cube: yeah uhh, rub a little alcohol on there, right here,
for you, and uhh brace yourself!

[click]
[BANG!]

{*gun shot*}
"ain’t nobody talkin when I’m talkin fellas so shut the fuck up!"

{slick rick sample repeats in background:
"and who the fuck are you? "}
[ice cube]
Ohh.. steppin up in my motherfuckin uhh..
Chuck taylors, knick kickers, wallabee’s, ? ?
On my ass I got the umm.. um.. khakis, 501’s
On my back I got the uhh.. sweatshirt
You know, with the fat three creases
Uhh, my t-shirt, slingshot, uhh.. khaki shirt
Umm, and I got the k-cutter, in my, in my pocket
Uhh, got the afro, the braids
Motherfuckin uhh, rollers
"you got to believe, somethin.."
And I just ask my motherfuckin self, uhh
"i got to believe in me.."
{"and who the fuck are you? "}
{"and who the fuck are you? "}

[ice cube]
To g or not to g, is the question
And like smith told wesson
I’m shady with the .380 old school diploma
I’ll leave that ass in a coma, so
If you got a herringbone, _welcome to the terrordome_
Two-eleven, sorry reverend
Oh my god, gettin robbed
Reach for the small, "atomic dog"
Hard to swallow, janky as rollo
Count to ten, and don’t try to follow
Cause just like waco, I can take fo’ --
-- atf, to they death
Bust a left on western, go and get a room
Don’t want to be a felon like stacey koon
Get the right bitch, hit the light switch, here we go
Tap that ass like this - really doe

"you got to believe, somethin.."
West side lench mob
"i got to believe in me.."
Cause I’m a motherfuckin g
Cause I’m a mother-fuckin..
{"and who the fuck are you? "}

[ice cube]
Thirty in a holdin tank, catch the vapors
Make me a pillow out of toilet paper
Concrete bench kickin off the hemorrhoids
Ese’s deep, don’t fuck with dem boys
Phone check, co-llect call from the baller
Her mama said please don’t call her
Do-wah-diddy, far from +new jack city+
Seen one of my peers, "what the fuck you doin in here? "
He said, "one-eighty-seven on the enemy"
And they treat me like I just shot a kennedy!
Deputy bitch thinks she’s the queen bee
Ink on my thumb, index, and pinky
"sir, what set you from? " play dumb
"general popu-la-tion"
Mama put your house up, and I can bounce up
Out this motherfucker, that’s why I love ya
Out like a boss, with a half-pint of sauce
Got the shit sewed up like betsy ross
What a friend know? buy some indo
Never fuck with a silly ho - really doe

"you got to believe, somethin.."
Really doe, bitch
"i got to believe in me.."
Cause I’m a motherfuckin g
God damn I’m a motherfuckin g
"you got to believe, somethin.."
Yup, that’s right
"i got to believe in me.."
Cause I’m a motherfuckin g
God damn I’m a..
{"and who the fuck are you? "}

Knock you out like nyquil, I’ll kill you quick
You sucker-for-love-ass trick
So don’t run up, wit ya gun up
Cause I got the back breaker, double pump rump shaker
Cause we can play hookie in the _aqua boogie_
With concrete nikes, ya gets no stripes
Livin unforgiven with the mic on
And punks runnin like roaches with the light on
And that’s all the shit I’m startin
Bust a cap (ka-kow-pow) like jerome on martin
You lookin for a punk with benefits
Cause you got a baby, that take many shits
And you know I got a grip like a baby on a tit
Scopin hopin, thighs open
But I kick back, six-pack, and hit the phillie slow
Hooker hoe - really doe

"you got to believe, somethin.."
Ice cube, yup
"i got to believe in me.."
Cause I’m a motherfuckin g
God damn I’m a motherfuckin g
"you got to believe, somethin.."
Really doe - west side
"i got to believe in me.."
Cause I’m a motherfuckin g
Motherfuckin o, motherfuckin g
"you got to believe, somethin.."
East side
"i got to believe in me.."
{"and who the fuck are you? "}
{"and who the fuck are you? "}
"you got to believe, somethin.."
South.. side
"i got to believe in me.."
Cause I’m a motherfuckin g
G, g, g, motherfuckin g
"you got to believe, somethin.."
North side
"i got to believe in me.."
{"and who the fuck are you? "}
{"and who the fuck are you? "}
"you got to believe, somethin.."
"i got to believe in me.."
{"and who the fuck are you? "}

Artist: Ice Cube
Album: Lethal Injection
Song: Ghetto Bird

Verse One:

Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood like everybody from the hood is up to no good.
You think all the girls around here are trickin up there lookin like Superchicken
At night I see your light through my bedroom window But I ain't got shit but the pad and pencil
I can't wait till I hear you say "I'm going down, mayday, mayday." I'm gonna clown
Cause everytime that the pigs have got me y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi
military force, but we don't want ya Standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher
"So fly like an eagle." But don't follow us wherever we go
The shit that I'm saying, make it's heard Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird
["Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird" (2x)]

Verse Two:

Now.. My homey's here to lick on a trick for a Rolex
And let me try the four next Now the four I was driving was hotter than july
looked up and didn't see it whippin' in the sky Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom
"Calling all cars, I think we've got em." I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood
I think I drove through every single hood South Central, Compton and Watts
Long Beach, bust a U, here come the cops Wish I had a genie with about three wishes
Metal flake green on D's I look suspicious You know that I'm running
Shit, I hear it humming Fuck, I see it coming
Is it a bird? Yup Is it a plane? No
I hit me a right on El Segundo Wanted to holla, had to ditch the Impala
Let's see if they would folla Me, hit a fence, hit a fence, and another
met me a baby pitbull and his mother Ran up in some peoples house and looked out of the window
I wish it was my ten-four had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third
cuz I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird

"Just put his hat, ehrrr, he combed his hair and then put his hat back
on. Errr, he's acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115
miles an hour, with the police chasing him. Ehm, they're not gonna be
real happy when they catch up with him, no matter what, the eh...
Ehrr, they hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse."

Verse Three:

Officer Bird's on his way, and I don't wanna see him could you please give me the keys to the B.M.?
See, I didn't want to gank youbut don't make me bank you, thank you
Tried to get yo the hood, and you might guess that a fool like me woulda shot Cyrus
Incognito, Ghetto Eagle Saying, "Fuck, where did he go?"
I bust me a left from Rubellon. Park The 735 and I'm bailin
Went to my homegirl's house and got a hug man, She helped me run like Harriet Tubman
Looked out the window by the black bed I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed
Then the light from the bird hit me in the face I close the blinds cause I didn't wanna catch a case
All that night, I heard the bird circle while I was eating fish and watching Urkel
She said I could sleep on the couch By two A.M. I was digging her out
Fuck the ghetto bird
"Which way is he going now?" "Ok, now..now he's..he's actually southbound..on a service street..
and, uh...Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here and figure
out which service srteet he suddelny turned off on. Uh, the sherriffsare..are...well I know that...
Sherriffs ground units got thrown off"

Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird

[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

Intro: dr. khalid muhammed

Give me a black goddess sister I can’t resist her. no stringy haired, blonde
Hair, blue eyed, pale skinned buttermilk complexion. grafted, recessive,
Depressive, ironing board backside straight up and straight down. no
Frills, no thrills, miss six o’clock, subject to have the itch, mutanoid,
Caucazoid, white cave bitch...

Verse one: ice cube

Ease back white bitch, I don’t play that
Just because I got on my l.a. hat
Stalkin’ walking in my big black boots
Is my jingle, now you want mandingo
Big, black and handsome
I should hold your devil ass for ransome
Sorta like patty herst, but I’ll burst first bitch
And you know what’s worse
I’m coming from the land where the choppers roam
So phuck you bitch and your coppertone
Stringy hair - no derrier - frontin’ and fakin’ with your silicone pair
Do I wanna phuck? not hardly
That’s kinda like barbie phuckin’ bob marley
It ain’t gonna happen, I keep rappin’
Muthaphuck teniell, but see I’m the captain of this ship
And I’m true to the game
Y’all all look the same
Standin’ by my backstage door, hopin’ that’ll switch
Spread out you little cave bitch

Verse two: ice cube

Why everytime we get famous
You wanna play us like andy and amos?
The devil sent you to try and tame us
But you can’t tame me, with no bitch named amy
Lookin’ for the dark meat
But ho, I ain’t tryin’ to go out like barkely
Cuz everytime I turn on the tv
I see several brothers with she-devils
Smilin’ cuz you out on a date
But sooner or later, the bitch’ll yell rape
Soon as daddy found out you a jigaboo
He’ll kill like he did emmitt till
Yah, he tried to kick bass
But the bitch probably threw it in his face
Sargent bale ain’t nothin’ but a trick
Nasty as hell, stanky little cave bitch

Verse three:

Now don’t think that I hate you
Cuz I won’t date you, bitch I gotta stay true
You can be a fan, but don’t expand
And try to get my dick in your hand
You better run to the minute man
Pale as snow, so act like y’know
Cuz if I slap it, flip it, and rub it like that
Yeah, it gotta be black
Plus yo ass too flat
I need a butt big enough that can clap
Rat-a-tat-tat
You can’t get mine ho
I’d rather phuck an albino
Atleast I know, she’s comin’ from the nubian
And not the ku klux klan that you be in
And I don’t give a fuck if your family is rich
You’re still a little cave bitch

At these up late times, hardcore funkateers before the bop gun.
We unleash you a positive light. the bop gun can do you no harm.
It frees yo mind, so yo kind can follow. (yeahhh.)

So wide you can’t get around it
So low you can’t get under it
So high you can’t get over it
Iiiiiiii, can’t get over it
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
Well all right!
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
Attention all radio station jocks ...
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
Haw haw, got to be groovin’ jammin’ on yo box.
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
The mothership connection is upon you again.
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
Yeah, workin’ up a sweat, is it wet yet?
[ready or not, here we come
Getting down for the one which we believe in]

Verse 1: ice cube
1993, much more ba-e-ya-e-younce
Ice cube comin’ with the half ounce
Not just knee deep, jeep fulla smog
A, to, mic, dog
Like ya behind, heard it through the grapevine
How much longer will you be mine?
And i’ma tell ya, I don’t like drama
So do I have to put my handcuffs on your mama
’cause bertha butt did her fuckin’ boogie with her crew
But I’d rather fuck you, boo
And make you say humdrum, tweedee dum
Humdrum don’t succumb when I’m done, buckin’ shit
One nation under a groove gettin down for the fuck of it
Tear the roof of this motherfucker like we did last night, son
And hit you with the bop gun

[george clinton]
Here’s my chance to dance my way
Out of my constriction
Gonna be freakin’ up and down
Hang up really late
The groove I only got
We shall all be moved
Ready or not, here we come
Gettin down for the one which we believe in
[one nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]

{yeah.}
Dance, sucka, dance!

{yeah, heh heh. and it don’t stop. sheeeit.}

Givin’ you more of what you’re funkin’ for
Aw, feet don’t fail me now! ha ha!
[givin’ you more of what you’re funkin’ for]
Do you promise the funk {yep}, the whole funk,
Nothin but the funk?
{hit you with the bop gun, heh,
Buss a cap with my bop gun,
Gotta hit you with the bop gun,
Buss a cap with the bop gun, hit you with the bop gun,
Buss a cap with the bop gun, heh, ’cause I’m the top gun...}
Ready. {yep} ready. {yep} ready. {yep, come on}
[ready or not, here we come
Gettin down on the one which we believe in]

Verse 2: ice cube
If you hear any noise, it’s just me and the boys
Playin with our toys
M-1, cuz everybody’s gotta have fun
Under the sun, under the sun
So rough, so tough when I get down
The disco fiend with the monster sound
I wants to get fucked up when I’m chillin’, whoa
The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill-in
You let her funk me ’cause my funk is the best
Comin from the west
Kickin that shit be occupied, dedicated to the preservation motion of hips
Hittin them dips, cd skips but I’m straight
As I bounce, rock, skate, now I’ll toast to that
If it’s rough, make the girls say
"do that stuff! aw, do that stuff!"
But ya got to be, you got to be a freak of the week
For the top gun, hit you with the bop gun

[one nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
{trick! yeeah!} jus hit ’em with the bop gun!
[one nation under a groove {heh}
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
{get up with the bop gun...}
[one nation under a groove (’bout time we got down, one time)
Gettin down just for {the fuck of it, yeahh}
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
[one nation under a groove (now everybody say)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
[here’s my chance to dance my way
Out of my constriction]
[feet don’t fail me now! ha ha!]
{get ’em with the bop gun...
I’m a’ blast with the bop gun ... heh heh ...
On yo ass with the with the bop gun ...
I’m talkin’ trash with the bop gun ... yeah
And it don’t stop
And it won’t stop}
Here’s my chance to dance my wayyy,
Out of my constriction
(yeahhh, feel the shit now!)
{oh shit}

... hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!
party over here fuck you over there!
Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!
party over here fuck you over there! {oh yeah}
Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!
party over here fuck you over there!
Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!
party over here fuck you over there, nigga!
Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!
party over here fuck you over there!
Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!
party over here fuck you over there!

[givin’ you more of what you’re funkin’ for
Feet don’t fail me now]
(that’s right!)
[do you promise the funk
Givin’ you more of what you’re funkin’ for
Ooo, feet don’t fail me now ....
Can I get it on my good foot, good gawd ...
’bout time I got down one time]
(can I get down one time)

[ice cube]
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There ain’t nothin’ wrong, so hit the bong
Waitin’ on the double dutch bus for a ride
As the buffalo bitch go round the outside
Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip
Got daytons on the mothership
And you can ring my bell if you need me to pass
The dutchie on the left hand side for the sale
Cuz nobody knows where the nose goes when the doors close
Dog chow got the hoes
Lookin’ for the theme from the black hole
Now I’ll big bang you with my black pole
Flashlight, red light, we don’t like cops on the bike
Just made bail, tonight
So whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I’m gonna have some fun with the bop gun

(ready or not, here we come
Getting down on the one which we believe in)
[one nation under a groove
(here is my chance to dance my wayyy)
Gettin down just for the funk of it (one nationnnn)
One nation and we’re on the move
(get it on my good foot, good gawd)
Nothin can stop us now]
(ha ha ha ha ha haeeee)
[one nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
(now I want everybody to put together this time ... hit me!)
[one nation under a groove
(can I get it on my good foot)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
(uh huh, uh huh, one nation)
[one nation under a groove
(can I get it on my good foot)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
[one nation under a groove (ooh yeah)
Gettin down just for the funk of it (ooh yeah)
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
(ha ha ha ha ha haeeee)
[one nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us nowwwwww.]

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.

Look at that lil’ ass westside doped out
Insane-in-the-brain little nigga servin caine
Use to have to axe could he cross the street
Now he’s rollin in a gee, the gee is on e
He’s quick to hit you up with the two fingers spreaded (wassup? )
Don’t roll that shit (wassup? ) and hold that shit (wassup? )
Now you know what fuckin set he’s claimin
A wild little nigga and it ain’t no tamin
And just when you think everything is calm
That motherfucker is the first to bum
Like bang, ping, catch you with the sleeper
He’ll draw down and then check his beeper
He’s clockin them chicks and bucks
Gettin, his little dick sucked by the, clucks
And will he do dirt? fool oh please
Little locs are harder then the ogz
You fall to the ground and beg please
Just got served by little niggas on the 10-speed
12 years old, got bumps they can’t keep
A straight killer, a fool, a lil ass gee.....

God damn, it’s a trick
Use to have the g.i.joe with the kung-fu grip
Now he’s straight crip, or blood
Now ya sag, you use the blunt
Now ya known as the favorite groupie
Goin to camp and it ain’t camp snoopy (wassup? )
But I ain’t surprised
It’s 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size
You motherfuckin crook
You want respect cos you didn’t get’cha manhood took
Drinkin that ’yac like it’s no tomorr-y
Westside hustler fucker-tory
In the jail and it ain’t no thang
Can’t wait til you get 22’s on the hang (uhh)
A underage boy that’s lookin tossed
And that’s ya idea of who you hide
All you want for christmas is guns and drinkers
Little nigga nuttier than a snicker
You don’t wanna be like mike, you wanna be like me
A fool, a killer, a lil ass gee......

Interlude: (*two sampled guys talking*)

See, I knew it wouldn’t be long
They got your ass stretched like stretch armstrong
In the one-man cell, it got’cha thinkin
Sendin more kites than benjamin franklin
20 years old but ya still a veteran
Won’t touch down til we’re livin like the jetsons
Proud of ya self, because ya done done it
Gotcha 22’s and your name on your stomach
Never even think about a woman to fuck
Rather stand in lin eor bust the ass of a young buck
Got stuck, now you’re bleedin
Hospital ward, is got your reading
Learn about the knowledge of self ya see
That ya mad enough to go and stick the death to these
See, it ain’t about bein hard
But that’s whatcha tell the little homies in the yard
Ya already done did 10
And wish you could start all over again
Brand new inmates and who do ya see
Your baby brother in shackles, a fool, a lil ass gee.....

A fool, a lil ass gee
Yo this go out to the little hardhead homies
Who probably gon’ see more, ahh, assholes than pussyholes
When they get you in that system

Intro: k-dee, ice cube

[hey yo cube]
Make it ruff
[cube check it out]
Whassup?
[yo this bitch was suckin my dick, you know what I told her? ]
What?
[make the music with ya mouth biiiyaaatch!]
Hahahaha, baby baby!
[hahah ya like that]
Make it ruff
[naw, make it smooth]

Verse one: ice cube, k-dee

I make niggas say ’woof’ cos I’m in the coupe with no roof
[ya smell like somethin 90-proof]
Cos I’m ruff, and nigga you can buck these nuts
If you comin with that smooth shit, hard core rules shit
[i make the hoes say ’hay’ each and every day
Bitch cos I’m the k-dee, no I’m not a g]
Mothafuckin wannabe mack
[but I’m smooth like that]
I gots ta buck...you...right on up, punk you lucky that cha livin
Cos I’m the unforgiven; I like power, ain’t a damn thing funny
[i like pussy and money
And I won’t slam like onyx or never ever stutter
But I’m b-b-butter;
Leader of the new school, you hard core fool!]
Nigga make it ruff! [make it smooth!]
and I’m here
Make it ruff [naw, make it smooth.]

Verse two: k-dee, ice cube

[k-dee]
You can lick me up and down till I yell stop!
Damn bitch ya missed a drop...cos I don’t play when I sway
It’s the quicker picker upper;
A pro that moves slow before this hoe I’m quick
To dump her; so eeny-meeny-miney-mo, where’s my dough?
I gots ta make a livin, I out ta get mo;
Money, and got more nuts for ya honey; so
Come and break me off, this nigga’s walkin soft;
It’s the smoothness that make niggas move to this;
For you ruffnecks, I’ll check you with my tool and shit;
Don’t sweat ’em, just let ’em play that hardcore
Role; we still cool, but just make it smooth...

[ice cube]
You know what, it’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin under, I’m chocolate thunder;
Ruff as sin, cuts on ya skin
And I blend with the tracks, see I’m black
K-dee is the mack; matter fact
Niggas hit me up with the c’s and b’s
But you don’t wanna fuck wit these
Cos I’ll put ’em on ya
And we’ll have to wake ya mothafuckin ass up with ammonia
Cos hardcore rap is always on the map and it don’t stop
Devoid of pop; and if I drop another smooth hit
It’ll still be hard, cos I helped start this shit;

So make it ruff [naw make it smooth!]
Make it ruff! [make it smooth!!]
Make it ruff! [make it smooth!!]
Make it ruff

[..naw...make it smooth.]
Make it- make it ruff

[naw, make it smooth.]

Verse three: ice cube, k-dee

I hate when niggas get too fuckin sexy on the track, I’m pro black.
[well I’m a pro-mack.]
I like hittin switches.
[i love hittin bitches, cos I’m a player.]
Hard rhyme sayer!
[i thought you knew, but ain’t no thang, you knew the way I swang;
Creepin, ain’t no sleepin, ain’t a damn thing changed; I hit hoe after
Hoe with this laid-back shit.]
Fool, I kill at will and still can fade that shit; cos it’s the
Predator, I edit(? ) her, so nigga watch yo step!
[you in a gang like starr, tryina get a rep!]
It ain’t no sweat for me to buck buck nigga don’t give a fuck; you
Better duck duck or get your ass stuck stuck!
[don’t let the smooth shit fool ya, cos I can get it on; cos I be
Breakin bones like dragonfly jones; quick to put em on ya.]
Don’t make me act a fool! nigga, make it ruff!
[make it smooth!]
and I’m in here...

Make it ruff
Make it ruff [make it smooth]

Make- make it- make it ruff
...make it ruff [make it smooth!]

Make it ruff
Ice cube’s up in this motherfucker
[k-dee’s up in this motherfucker]

Make it ruff [naw make it smooth.]

Make it ruff [naw, make it smooth!]

Make- make it ruff- ruff

Make- make it ruff [naw make it smooth.]

Make it ruff- ruff [naw, make it smooth.]

[naw, naw, make it smooth]

[naw, make it smooth]

Intro

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

Verse one

Damn, I’m such a g it’s pathetic
Here comes the big-headed
Nigga that’s dippin
Sippin on courvoisier
Goddamn I must havta floss today
Now pimpin ain’t easy but it’s necessary
So I’m chasin bitches like tom chased jerry
I’ll put the pedal to the flo-uh
In my two-tone ford explo-uh
You know how it’s done
Sounds bumpin
Ain’t that sumthin?
Jumped on the 110
She’s flyin in the blazer
Like "go speed racer"
But I ain’t gonna chase her
Like racer x
But I won’t flex
Til it’s time to have sex
So when you wanna get togetha?
Cause you know a nigga like me
Is down for whatever

And I’m down for whatever

Verse two

When I was little I didn’t wanna be like mike
I wanted to be like ike
Cause
Papa was a rolling stone in the sixties
And he liked green like bill bixby
Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty
Pokets never skinny
Played let’s get it on in the living room
Cause he’ll turn the party out sayin, "this is my muthafuckin house"
And y’all gots to go
Through the door
And if you can’t find the door
He’ll help you with the four-four
Talkin much shit on the grass
And straight down to blast
I’m still in my p.j.’s
He’s in a turtleneck sweater
And we down for whatever

And I’m down
Solid pro is down for whatever
The don jaguar is down for whatever
And it don’t seem to stop

Verse three

Now
I don’t talk a lot of shit
But when it’s time to get busy with these hos, let’s go
Cause I’d rather see a skinhead dead
Then my niggas wearin blue or red
Cause I got the gift
To hit these hos swift
And I’m smellin like a fifth
Of sumthin
Yeah, that’s right
I’m standin in the store
Koreans
Act so nice
Cause I got potentials to blow up a winchells
Donut
And you know what?
I’m cool like dat like digable planets
But don’t take a nigga for granted
Cause whether it’s a verdict of the l.a. four
You just don’t know
That this rappin-ass nigga will change with the weather
And be down for whatever

Outro

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

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

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

Intro:

Every january 16th, it’s "the dreamer, the dreamer."
And all of you say, "i have a dream; the dreamer."
And what did he dream? it stuck him right there.
And little black boys, and little white girls
Will one day hold hands together.
Shit.
Is that where it’s at? is that where it’s at now?
Them little blacks hands are yours.
You can’t hold the black brothers’ hands?
But you gonna grow old holdin’ crackers’ hands
Before you hold each other’s hands?
You gonna walk with your enemy
Before you learn to walk with one another?
How sick can you be?
(enemy)

Verse one:

Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot
Where you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot
Supercat said that the ghetto red hot
Bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot
Nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it
Buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it
Listen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive
God will survive, him protect the civilized
Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?
Not me, not me
Me never eat from the tree with the apple
I’d rather have a snapple
Do you know where you’re going to
Do you know where you’re runnin from
Scared of the sun, I live in the sun
You shrivel up like a raisin
And burn like the blunt that I’m blazin
Ku klux klan scared of my nutty beats
Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets
Out number you somethin like 15 to 3
See, don’t love your enemy

Chorus

Enemies, enemy runnin from the g
Enemies, enemy, you’re my enemy
Enemies, enemy, when will I see?
Enemies, enemy r.i.p.

Verse two:

Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?
J. edgar hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya
With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire
Me not afraid, cause me know elijah
Goin to the east but straight from the westside
Swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride
Through the fire, through the fire that will please us
I know that farrakhan is your baby jesus
Devil don’t you know I’m a soldier?
In god’s name and the baby claim I’m gonna hold ya
Like folger’s crystals feds
I’ma pick your ass like juan valdez
You don’t care if me die from the cracka
You don’t care if me have a heart attacka
You don’t care if me get car jacka
You don’t care cause you’re nothing but a cracka
Now it’s judgement day, and allah’ll never play
"freedom got an ak," them guerilla say
Bobby seale said, "please make it rough, bro"
When God give the word, me herd like the buffalo
Through your neighborhood, watch me blast
Tribe of shabazz, get in that ass
You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me
Now you’re just a enemy

Chorus

Verse three:

Now I change my style up, my style up,bodies pile up
Just to trouble you, throwin out the w
Sent me a subpoena
Cause I kill more crackas then bosnia, herze - govina
Each and every day out a siz-tre chevrolet
With the heavy a to the muthafuckin k
Now you treat me like a germ
Cause your scared of the su - per sperm
Please don’t bust til you see, the whites of his eyes
The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies
Nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose
Ya scared i’ma put this bone in your hoes
But I don’t wanna, I’ve been to cona
From the cavebitch with the nasty persona
Hit me with the big black billy club
Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub
Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub
And it’s really scary, now they’re in the military
Sodom and gomorrah, devil read your torah,
Bible, holy qur’an
Once again it’s on, got the hollow point teflon
And the brother ron 2x, so who’s next?
(devil)
With dub c, brother g
Crazy toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy
High off the hennesy
Hundred ten degree, no it’s not tennesee
West l.a., what the hell can I say?
Niggas wanna play, each and every day
Pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the j
Rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?
Handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper
Grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her
They call me thumper cause I thump til it hurt
Knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work
Master farad muhammad comin like a comet
When they see em, they all start to vomit
1995, elijah is alive
Lewis farrakhan, noi
Bloods and crips and little ol me
And we all gettin ready for the enemy

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

Verse Two:

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

Verse Three:

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