Ice Cube The Funeral

Niggas are in a state of emergency

The death side a mirrored image of where we are today

The life side a vision of where we need to go

So sign your death certificate…

Fuck all, y’all

Lisa got him

Alright, on three, one, two, three

Get all folks together, walk this way

Can’t believe it though

The homeboy, hey, open that door

Open it, alright ‘right

We’ve come together by God’s demand

Whether it be for life or death

Well, this morning, it’s over the mourning

Of one of our little brothers

This brother was a good brother

He didn’t get into an excessive amount of trouble

But it’s one thing, it’s one thing, it’s one thing…

He was the wrong nigga to fuck with!

Ice Cube Steal The Show

[Ice Cube]

Yeah, Steal The Show baby

[Ice Cube]

Ima have to ride the ride the ride

Til’ I find a girl to slip inside

Ice Cube aint never been shot

Aint never got got, up in the parking lot

Nigga, Scott Storch will bang the instrumental

South Central here comes the presidential

Pull up jump out the lowrider

A real lyricist nigga fuck a ghostrider

Dance baby im your provider

Yous a fly girl bitch ima spider

Im on that ass like please leave me alone

A few drinks you like please follow me home

I just hope you aint 5150

Thats a crazy hoe even though she pretty

Ice Cube only one el loco

With the volco put your ass in a chold hold

Stone cold oh yeah fuck the Broncos

Raider down, everybody better lay it down

Think im P.G. you must got a squeegy

Are you crazy, down since eazy

[Chorus]

Here, shoulders, knees and toes

Work that pussy across the flo’

Shake that body, Steal The Show

Ice Cube bitch im about to blow (Lets go)

Im about to do it like this here

Walk over spit game in this bitch ear

Let her know my name and I got it right here

Girl you know the game can I get a volunteer

Im about to do it like this here

Walk over spit game in this bitch ear

Let her know my name and I got it right here

Plus a pound of weed do I got a volunteer

[Ice Cube]

Goin once goin twice

A nigga nice when I turn off the lights

Tell your friends yo fuck they advice

Cause some time them hoes act like dykes

Cock blockers, pull out your mouth piece

Game over, we up in the range rover

Wake up in the morning with a hangover

Roll over do the whole damn thang over

Ima roller, took her ass back where I drove her

And we still aint sober, motherfucker it still aint hova

Its the super nova, niggas been doin over

Ice Cube been rappin since 84′

About the cocaine streets and the po’-po’

Introduce you to my 6-4 low-low

Yeah the one the just pulled out the mo-mo

[Chorus]

[Ice Cube]

Punks jump up to get beat down

Daddy home motherfucker put your feet down

Jump up yall better clean up

Cause I might done pull out this nina

Put your cups up boy if you fucked up

And you got the baddest bitch up in the club

Put your cups up even if she ugly

And it look like the bitch play rugby

We could take me anywhere where the thugs be

When they see me motherfuckers wanna hug me

Its all love cuz, its all love blood

Its all love when them niggas thrownin up the dub

Its all love with the brown and they yellow man

Cause a nigga got money like the jello man

Mo money, yo money, hoe money

Mama didnt raise no dummy learn from me

Cause I could flip shit fast as bisquick

Mr. Butterworth take it for what its worth

I got them low lows flat like pancakes

Sippin on syzzurp Fuck what ya hizzerd

[Ice Cube]

Steal The Show baby

[Mike Epps]

You know a lot of these bitches need an antibiotic

Moxacillin, Penicillin, something with a slin’ in it

They want a sugar daddy, they want a man on a fixed income

They want man where they can come over to the old mans house

And go in the back porch and get $30 or $40 every here and there

And get in they honda and ride on off

Ice Cube Doing Dumb Shit

<O’Shea! O’Shea!

Get your ass in here, boy

You hear me calling you?

O’Shea!>

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 shi

Ice Cube We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up

[Intro: (numerous men speaking)]

(Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the best of

our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are against the

interests of all our people and therefore cannot be permitted)

(The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty….)

(We’ve been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that there’s a series of

fires. A lot of looting is going on. A disaster area obviously)

(The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty…)

Make it rough

(A lot of activity continues here in this….) Make it rough

(We have sporadic fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)

[Verse 1:]

Not guilty the filthy devils tried ta kill me

When the news get to the hood then niggas will be

hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust

Kickin up dust is a must

I can’t trust a cracker in a blue uniform

Stick a nigga like a unicorn

Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell, foul

Cut his fuckin throat and I smile

Go to Simi Valley and surely

somebody knows the address of the jury

Pay a little visit, “Who is it?” (Who is Ice Cube?)

“Can I talk to the grand wizard?” then boom

Make him eat the barrel, modern day feral

Now he’s zipped up like leather tuscadero

Pretty soon we’ll catch Sergeant Coon

Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta broom

Stick prick, devils ain’t shit

Introduce his ass to the AK40 dick

Two dazed niggas layin in the cut

To get some respect we had to tear this muthafucka up

Make it rough

[Verse 2:]

I gotta Mac10 for Officer Wynd

Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to Kansas

in a casket, crew cut faggot

Now he ain’t nothin but food for the maggots

Lunch, punch, Hawaiin lyin

Niggas ain’t buyin

ya story bore me

Taerin up shit with fire, shooters, looters

Now I got a lap-top computer

I told you all what happened and you heard it, read it

but all you could call me was anti-Semitic

Regret it-nope, said it-yep

Listen to my big black boots as I step

Niggas had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push

But your National Guard ain’t hard

You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know what?

We woulda teared this muthafucka up

Huh, make it rough!

Huh Muggs, make it rough!

[Verse 3:]

It’s on, gone with the wind and I know white men can’t dunk

Now I’m stealin blunts

And it came from Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker

Don’t fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers

Steal, muthafuck Fire Marshall Bill

Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail

I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out

My nigga had his truck out, didn’t get stuck out

In front of that store with the Nikes and Adidas

Oh Jesus, I ?? Surplus got the heaters

Meet us so we can get the 9’s and the what-nots

Got the Mossberg with the double eyed buckshot

Ready for Darryl and like Beretta wouldn’t say

Keep your eye on the barrel, a sparrow

Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time

But I’m rollin so that’s a fucked up slogan

The Hogan’s Heroes spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler

Hittin up police killer

The super duper nigga that’ll buck

We had to tear this muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!

Huh, make it rough!

Yo Muggs, make it rough

Huh, make it rough

Enough

[Outro: (newsreader)]

(Not Guilty verdicts for Stacey Coon, Lawrence Powell, Timothy Wynd and

Theodore Vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating motorist Rodney

King)

Ice Cube AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted

Ice Cube with The Lench Mob, I got it goin on

A nigga that’s livin in the city of the criminal zone

One-time can’t keep the law in order

cos everybody’s goin crazy for a quarter

You’re tuned in to the number one crew in the area

The way I’m talkin I’m scarin ya

I’m darin ya to raise hell and bail and brag and sag

or beat down for ya flag

Cos if you is or you ain’t a gangbanger

Keep one in the chamber

Cos you’ll get them thangs put on ya son

Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1

All the ol’ school house fellows are crooks

So I get jealous looks

They keep thinkin did my hair grow?

Will the boys ‘n’ the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?

Hell no, I’ll static son, you’ll see it’s okay

I keep my 9 anyway

for the day one of my homies wanna squab

I’m still rollin wit The Lench Mob

(AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted)

Back in the day I dip my shirt in dirt

Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes people got hurt

But if you know me, you know that I’m liable

to bust a cap cos it’s all about survival of the fittest

I’m a menace crook

I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book

From the shit I took from people

I reap all your fat shit, jack

Back to the criminals sect

I leave crew after crew but they can’t catch me yet

Cos I’m slick as slippery

They can’t get wit me, cops ain’t shit to me

I can’t dig a pig so I drop the dogs

and sweat em like sweathogs

and get mad, mad cos I’m the nigga that flaunt it

AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted

Aiyo, here’s what the poster read:

‘Ice Cube is wanted dead’

That’s all it said

I put heads to bed and fled the scene wit all the green

Hear shots and si-reens

When I feet first they yo’ rings, now they my rings

So give it up punk and then I just

put another jack in progress

It’s the American way

cos I’m the G-A-N-G-S-T-A

Ice Cube – a motherfuckin clepto

and tried to catch the early bird but they slept, so

who gets the worm?

And if I’m caught in a trap

you know I’ma beat the wack

with a payoff, cop gotta lay off

FBI on my dick, stay off!

I’m not a rebel or a renegade on a quest

I’m a nigga with a ‘S’ on his chest

so get the Kryptonite cos I’m a rip tonight

Cos I’m scarin ya, wanted by America

(Aiyo Cube man, they on your ass)

Word, but who the fuck has heard?

It’s time to take a trip to the suburbs

Let em see a nigga invasion

Point blank for the caucasian

Cock the hammer then crackle, smile

Take me to your house, pal

Got to the house, my pockets got fat, see

Crack the safe, got the money and the jewellry

Three weeks later, I’m at the P-A-D

Had a little fly ass bitch wit me

Sittin in a dig, yo it couldn’t be

(Whattup G?) Saw my face on TV

Damn (oh shit!) I didn’t know I lucked out

Struck out, I gotta get the fuck out

Pack my bags and tried to hit the dough when

the ol’ bitch down the street must’ve turned me in

Cos the feds was out there ten deep

I got hassled and gaffled in the back seat

I think back when I was robbin my own kind

The police didn’t pay it no mind

But when I start robbin the white folks

Now I’m in the pen wit the soap-on-a-rope

I said it before and I’ll still taught it

Every motherfucker with a colour is most wanted

Ice Cube Everythang’s Corrupt

[Intro: x2]

Everythang’s corrupt

Everythang’s fucked up

Everythang’s ’bout to buck me shit out of luck

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]

Go to school

The teacher want to fuck the students

Go to church

My preacher turn to prostitution

The prosecution never read my files

That evil ass judge fell asleep at my trial

This shit is wild

Chickens getting sick as the cows

Birds falling out the sky, fish dying in piles

It’s fishy

Politicians smell like my balls

Talking that shit will he cripple my styles

I got many

Now I’m pinching pennies, no doubt

I squeeze Lincoln so hard

A fucking booger came out

It’s a shame

I used to be on top on my game

They took the shirt off my back, and replaced it with chains

I met Mr. Lee Harvey, from the “Tea Party”

He used to hate Obama ’till he felt Hurricane Charlie

Looking for his FEMA Check

It’s gone with the wind

When them dicks is in

You know the fix is in

[Hook: x2]

For my birthday, buy me a politician

It’s a shame that you got to dish your children

Everythang’s corrupt

Everythang’s fucked up

Everythang’s bout’ to buck me shit out of luck

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]

Everythang’s a scam

Beat the next man, that’s capitalism

They’ll just, built a new prison

For your slick ass niggas

That’s trying to beat the system

Put you on the front line

If you ain’t re-enlist in this

It’s hot, in hells kitchen

Get ready, for the lynching brainwash media

And puppet politician

Keep out of position

Out of commission

Buy, medicine or food

That’s not a decision

The 99 percent

Is mad and trying to vent

Police grab my fucking arm, then they got bent

Now it’s in a splint

I can’t pay my rent

The interest on my credit card

I ain’t made a dent

The U.S. Mint

I heard they about to print

But it’s fucked up, cause I won’t see a cent

I’m sick of getting ignored

This wall I can’t afford

I’m going to the pent

Free room, free ward, bitch

[Hook x2]

[Outro:]

It’s a wall of confusion

My niggas stay losin’

I know what ya’ doin’

They drug abusin’

My bitches be choosin’

My music be uzin’

Them thugs be cruisin’

They love what you doin’

A wall of confusion

My niggas they losin’

I know what ya’ doin’

The drug abusin’

My bitches be choosin’

My music be uzin’

Them thugs be cruisin’

Ice Cube Chrome & Paint

[Ice Cube]

Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye

Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out

Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out

You know! Let ’em know

[Chorus: Ice Cube]

I got chrome and paint

Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint

Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint

Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint

Street lights – dance on paint

Street lights – dance on chrome

Street lights – get a nigga home

You can die in these streets all alone

[Ice Cube]

I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga

To go for that nigga, I ain’t ‘cha hoe nigga

I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter

The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggaz

Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun

Killin niggaz for fun, these rappers is done

The bigger they come, the harder they fall

I burn like the sun, continue to ball

He’s got nuts and plus the Don touch

and split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch

He’s laid, with some sluts, up in some guts

Just back, in the cut, he thinks he’s King Tut

Cain’t fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck

That niggaz, really love him and tear the city up

Uhh, even though I’m fuckin with the po’-po’

Them nigga know how I act in the low-low

[Chorus]

[W.C.]

I’m ghetto like grits, die befo’ I snitch

Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch

Under the suede, headliner and I ain’t yo momma

Play with my dollars on yo’ ass they’ll be layin flowers

I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks

Hittin the switch, makin the fo’ hopscotch

Rollin up imperial in dickie material

All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle

Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up

Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up

I blow yo’ ass off the map, fuck with Dub

I’ll have yo’ ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap

Fuck rap, I’m wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs

Laughin at you niggaz on MTV Cribs

I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank

Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c’mon

[Chorus]

[Ice Cube]

Street lights (woop woop) [2X]

Even though I’m fuckin with the po’-po’

Them nigga know how I act in the low-low

Slow mo’, nigga check out my promo

You mo’fo’s can’t fuck with my mojo

[Chorus]

[Ice Cube]

Street lights [echoes]

Ice Cube Ghetto Vet

Life….

niggas used to come and get me

when it was time to disagree with an enemy

pass the hennessy it gives me energy

packed the gat in the small of my back

where these niggas at I clear the whole pack

talkin’ shit cuz I’m down for my set I’m a vet

smokin’ on a wet cigarette

(who these niggas think they are)

(wishin’ on a ghetto star i represent my tar)

I start bustin’ and they scatter like water bugs

cuz these westside niggas is harder thugs

enslve us but nothin’ can save us from sportin’ Ben Davis

shootin’ at your neighbors

(cuz sometimes I feel like a nut don’t give a fuck when I open ya up)

hot rocks fly from the back seat and

busta ass niggas run like a track meet

an if you crawl in the middle bleed mo’ than a little (what)

killer king is the hospital

feelin’ numb from the bullets I hum

and when they hit black mothers have fits I don’t give a shit

[Chorus]

[Mack 10]

Fool I’m a vet you can bet that

I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)

[Mr. Short Khop]

Its rainin’ bullets and I’m still there

(Foe life) I’m still there

my house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass

up early in the morning takin’ out the trash

feelin’ like a loser alcohol abuser

two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser

one on the peddles the other on the handle bars (what)

tryin’ be ghetto stars they said:

Are you from the westside is it so?

i said hell yea and who wanta to know (me)

in slow mo fo’ fo’ slugs face down in the mud

puddle full of blood left for dead

the pain starts to spread now I can’t feel my legs

I meet doctor who at King Drew medical center

as I enter I.C.U.

he said the bullet hit a nerve that was vital

I said I can’t move my legs he said don’t try to

now this ain’t the end my friend but you’ll probably never walk again

I sit there motionless holdin’ this pain inside contemplating suicide

at night I jerk and jerk

but my dick don’t work it don’t even hurt (damn)

now who’d ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube

I be pissin’ through a tube Fool i’m a vet

[Chorus]

[Mack 10]

Fool I’m a vet you can bet that

I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)

[Mr. Short Khop]

Its rainin’ bullets and I’m still there

young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair

fuck a V-A they need G-A

gang hospital for a crippal now I’m drinkin’ rippal

same corner same hood I’m still there

with bandanas tied to my wheel chair

To all the hoodrat hoes I’m fired

they mad cuz my tongue get tired

now everybody wanna put they dope on me

sayin’ I won’t get searched by the LAPD

I’m sitting on a doorway duece five

Dependin on that to keep my ass alive

I don’t got bows but my arm’s about a one-six

My fuckin legs, lookin like tooth picks

some times I can’t deal got to beg the B G’s to roll me up the hill

put me on the porch now I’m on the torch smokin’ cocaine

just to maintain nutin’ to gain nutin’ to lose

and last night I couldn’t make it to the bathroom

feelin’ like a two year old you can’t get a sip from the brew I hold

nigga its the only friend to a stranger AKA hadicap gangbanger

there’s a lot in my life I regret becomin’ a ghetto vet

Fool I’m a Vet

[Chorus (2X)]

[Mack 10]

Fool I’m a vet you can bet that

I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)

[Mr. Short Khop]

Its rainin’ bullets and I’m still there

young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair

Life…..

Yea….

Life…

Yea….

Life… Life….

Dedicated to all the ghetto vets

for every nigga that done took one for the hood

Ice Cube That New Funkadelic

California

You know the beat so sweet like booty meat

(So sweet)

You know the beat so sweet like booty meat

(Like booty meat)

You know the beat so sweet like booty meat

You know the beat so sweet like booty meat

No matter who you meet, you can move your feet

Come through bumpin’ that new Funkadelic

That new Funkadelic

Come through bumpin’ that new Funkadelic

That new Funkadelic

Ice Cube got that new Funkadelic

That new Funkadelic

Ice Cube got that new Funkadelic

Better run, go tell it

Got an uncle named George

Only motherfucker always down to org’

Freaky motherfucker wanna Georgy-porge

Treat a big booty like a smorgasbord

Freaks on the flow, freaks on the flow

How many of y’all freaks on the low?

Freaks on the flow, freaks on the flow

How many of y’all freaks on the low?

What’s up for the evening?

I ain’t into trickin’, I’m into treatin’

What’s up for the evening?

I ain’t into trickin’ bitch, I’m into treatin’

What’s up for the evening?

I ain’t into trickin’, I’m into treatin’

What’s up for the evening?

I ain’t into trickin’, I’m into treatin’

You know all about that party life

Party life

All about that party life

Party life

All about that party life

Party life

All about that party life

Party life

Come through bumpin’ that new Funkadelic

That new Funkadelic

Come through bumpin’ that new Funkadelic

That new Funkadelic

Ice Cube got that new Funkadelic

That new Funkadelic

Ice Cube got that new Funkadelic

Better run, go tell it

I heard weed was legal

Grow that shit nigga, feed your people

I heard weed was legal

Grow that shit nigga, feed your people

I heard weed was legal

Grow that shit nigga, feed your people

I heard weed was legal

Grow that shit nigga, feed your people, c’mon

Let’s make a toast to every lazy

(Throw one up for the whole wide world)

(It’s a west-side celebration)

(No doubt about us, then you freaky, freaky yeah)

You know the funk will linger

All these motherfuckers wanna smell my finger

All these motherfuckers wanna fuck my singers

I don’t give a damn nigga, Jerry Springer

California love, California blood

Long as I got it I don’t give a fuck

It’s the hypnotic, I’m the narcotic

So if you’re spotted actin’ robotic

Freeze just like a mannequin

And then start panicking

I’m too hard for you

They still wanna feed you like barbecue

Freaks on the flow, freaks on the flow

How many of y’all freaks on the low?

Freaks on the flow, freaks on the flow

How many of y’all freaks on the low?

Come through bumpin’ that new Funkadelic

That new Funkadelic

Come through bumpin’ that new Funkadelic

That new Funkadelic

Ice Cube got that new Funkadelic

That new Funkadelic

Ice Cube got that new Funkadelic

Better run, go tell it

I ain’t into trickin’, I’m into treatin’

What’s up for the evening?

I ain’t into trickin’, I’m into treatin’

What’s up for the evening?

I ain’t into trickin’, I’m into treatin’

What’s up for the evening?

I ain’t into trickin’, I’m into treatin’

What’s up for the evening?

You know the beats so sweet like booty meat

(Like booty meat)

You know the beats so sweet like booty meat

You know the beats so sweet like booty meat

No matter who you meet, you can move your feet

Ice Cube Dead Homiez

[Verse One:]

Up early in the morning, dressed in black

Don’t ask why? ‘Cause I’m down in a suit and tie

They killed a homie that I went to school with (Damn!)

I tell ya life ain’t shit to fool with

I still hear the screams of his mother

While my nigga laid dead in the gutter (Shit!)

And it’s getting to my temple

Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo?

It makes me so mad I want to get my sawed-in

And have some bodies hauled in

But no, I pay my respects and I’m through (whaddup Cube?)

Hug my crew, and maybe shed a tear or two

And I wanna get blitz

Grab my 40 ounce and then I reminisce

About a brother who had to be the one and only

So I dedicate this to my dead homiez…

[Verse Two:]

Another homie got murdered on a shakedown [three gun shots]

And his mother is at the funeral, havin’ a nervous breakdown

Two shots hit him in the face when they blasted [two gun shots]

A framed picture and a closed casket

A single file line about 50 cars long

All drivin’ slow with they lights on

He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath

What good is that when you’re six feet deep?

I look at that shit and gotta think to myself

And thank God for my health

‘Cause nobody really ever know

When it’s gonna be they family on the front row

So I take everything slow, go with the flow

And shut my motherfuckin’ mouth if I don’t know (Word!)

‘Cause that’s what Pops told me

But I wish he could have said it…to my dead homiez

[Verse Three:]

I remember we painted our names on the wall for fun

Now it’s “Rest in Peace” after every one

Except me, but I ain’t the one to front

Seems like I’m viewin’ a body after every month

Plus, I knew him when he was yea big

Pour beer on the curb before I take a swig

But somethin’ ain’t right

When it’s a tragedy, that’s the only time that the family’s tight

Lovin’ each other in a caring mood

There’s lots of people and lots of food

They say “Be Strong” and you’re tryin’

But how strong can you be when you see your Pops cryin’?

So that’s why Ice Cube’s dressed up

Because the city is so fuckin’ messed up

And everybody is so phony

Take a little time…to think about your dead homiez.