Ice Cube Fuck Dying

[Korn appears instrumentally only, not lyrically]

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Ice Cube

Ice Cube!

[Cube]

That’s Don Mega to you you lil’ cocksucker

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I am the Angel of Death

And your name is on my list

[Cube]

Sheeyit!

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Come with me..

[Cube]

I ain’t goin nowhere wit yo’ ass

And if you put your hands on me, we gettin down right here

Don Mega! [echoes]

[repeat line 4X, 2X solo, 2X in background]

Join the party, I can provide the army

Join the party, I can provide the army!

Join the party, I can provide the army!!

Join the party, I can provide the army!!!

[Verse One: Ice Cube]

Come and hear the voice of the man they call the Trojan Horse

Ride on the outside, with inner force

Throw you off course, of course, you missed the runway

We mash, like the first kickoff, on a Sunday

Collisions, divisions of niggaz, down to listen

And when we on the mission, call your mortician

Join the party, I can provide the army!!

First we flank em then we spank em.. I outrank em!

You can call me Citizen Kane, for my reign

Ten years great, one of the ten great

Mr. Media, look inside your encyclopedia

2002, see Ice Cube

Fuck a five-star, I’m a live star

What you got to die for? Who you wanna ride for?

Fuck dying! (Fuck dying!)

Don Mega! [echoes]

[repeat line 2X]

[Verse Two: Ice Cube]

It’s the suspect king of the roughnecks, bonafide

Worldwide, your highness, the finest

Big as China, nigga rhymer, chart climber

Quick to send a first-timer back to his Aunt Jemimah

Physi-cal, nigga roll with the winners

After these dinners, go out and represent us

We got antennas, scanners and satellites

To see if you battle right, we got to bite

Hold on tight, shake, and pump venom

Some haters don’t learn til you leave lead in em

See the dead in em, rigarmortis spread in em

Keep your mouth shut, motherfuckin mouth slug

See these crossed legs, quick to cross Feds

Foe to mighty one, it’s the mighty son

Fuck dying! [echoes]

Yeah..

Don Mega! [echoes]

[repeat line 4X, 2X solo, 2X in background]

Join the party, I can provide the army

Join the party, I can provide the army!

Join the party, I can provide the army!!

Join the party, I can provide the army!!!

Fuck dying!!! I can provide the army [4X]

Join the party!

In the ghetto, in the ghetto

In the city, the suburbs.. penetentiary!

Join the party!

In the county..

Fuck dying, fuck dying!

Join the party, I can provide the army (yeayayyyy)

Join the party, I can provide the army! (yeayayyyy)

Join the party, I can provide the army!! (yeayayyyy)

Join the party, I can provide the army!!! (fuck dying!)

I can provide the army [4X]

Eternal life baby

Eternal life [2X]

..

Hear ye, hear ye!

All connect gang members and powers

are to meet at the West Wing

To be led into battle by the one and only

Ice Cube the Great!

Ice Cube Child Support

[Intro]

Buucker, I’ll beat yo’ bad-ass

[Hook]

Ain’t no other kings in this rap thing

they siblings

nuthin but my chil’ren

one shot they disappearin’

ain’t no kings in this rap thing

they siblings

nuthin but my chil’ren

one shot they disappearin’

[First Verse]

Bitch niggaz

still wanna check my urine

still can’t believe

what you see and what you’re hearin’

you motherfuckers

thought you knew the whole story

until your mama

took a nigga on maury

read your test results

are you the father

I looked at his bitch ass told him don’t bother

I’m the father of this gangsta shit

never thought that I have a bunch of bastard kids

lil’ bad-ass kids

I whoop they ass every night

send the paramedics bitch

and the black and white

I brought you in this world

I’ll take you out

do you ugly

so mamma can’t make you out

you know my style a colt

file a report

I’m a dead-beat daddy

no child support

you get fooled like the last trick

get it out your ass bitch

you niggaz know my pyroclastic flow

c’mon!

[Hook]

Ain’t no other kings in this rap thing

they siblings

nuthin but my chil’ren

one shot they disappearin’

ain’t no kings in this rap thing

they siblings

nuthin but my chil’ren

one shot they disappearin’

[4x]

You want child support

Get it out your ass bitch

[Second Verse]

Ya’ll niggaz know

Ya’ll bitches know

where you get it from

who’s the original

you got your daddy’s mouth

talk like a criminal

keep it gangsta son

never get pigeon holed

rap bastards tryin’ to make a classic

keep your dumb-ass out of the casket

cause intercope’ll spend your money

they don’t give a fuck

about a dead rapper

nigga they’ll chop it up

keep it movin’ y’all

they’ll come mop it up

corrupt LAPD cover up

everyday nigga we know drama

they ain’t lookin’ for Osama

ask Biggie’s mamma

thank God that the gangsta’s back

we ain’t got to put up with this brainless rap

may your lungs collapse n’ m.c’s are funny

all you can rap about is pussy and money

c’mon!

[Hook]

Ain’t no other kings in this rap thing

they siblings

nuthin but my chil’ren

one shot they disappearin’

ain’t no kings in this rap thing

they siblings

nuthin but my chil’ren

one shot they disappearin’

[4x]

You want child support

Get it out your ass bitch

[Third Verse]

All y’all rappers should kiss and make up

take your bullshit jewlry back to Jacob

get your mind right nigga

and start to wake up

cause the whole rap industry needs to shake up

you got million dollar niggaz killin’ million dollar niggaz

bustin’ outta Bentleys

wearin’ chinchillasss

there you go again rollin’ in your limo

comin’ from the Grammy’s shootin’ out the window

I know the scripture

but there’s something wrong with this picture

what you mad about

diamonds all in your mouth

no car, no niggaz house paid off

I never heard of a rapper gettin’ laid off

boy, you a fool

or you just act crazy

or you a grown crack baby born in the 80’s

to all you motherfuckers say I went Hollywood

I’m gangsta!

I know when I got it good

[Hook]

Ain’t no other kings in this rap thing

they siblings

nuthin but my chil’ren

one shot they disappearin’

ain’t no kings in this rap thing

they siblings

nuthin but my chil’ren

one shot they disappearin’

[4x]

You want child support

Get it out your ass bitch

[2x]

Young rappers lookin’ for pocket change

with boo-boo lyrics

Go get your diaper changed

[Outro – Ice Cube Talking]

Smell like shit

heyy baby change this motherfucker

you smell like shit

Ice Cube Take Me Away

[Ice Cube]

Hahaha, today was a good day

Know what?, sometimes I just get on my knees

You know what I mean?

And pray to the man with the master plan

To swoop on down (swoop on down)

On that mothership, scoop a nigga up…

Lord have mercy, my people so thirsty

Come feed ’em, either Jesus or Muhammad

All we get is vomit, come like a comet

Put it in my brain Lord, put it in my stomach

Only you can run it, I’ma learn from it

Do what I gotta do, try not to plummet

America eats its youth like reptiles

Don’t worry bout tomorrow, let’s get this right now

They want to run us in the ground

Educate yourself before they dumb you down

Get your money boy, the legal way

Beat ’em with they own bullshit if you may

Now rich white men they got the world fucked up

Why should I give a fuck about a styrofoam cup?

Environmental scene, I’ll keep it clean

But if I go green, you know what I mean, bitch

[Chorus]

Take me away from these people

Take me away from these people

(Take me away)

Take me away from these people

Take me away from these people

[Ice Cube]

Ice Cube for President

Let’s just do it for the hell of it

See how I’d run the government – make money irrelevant

I might tell a chick, it’s illegal to be celibate

Secret Service don’t know where the hell I went

Sorry y’all, I had to fuck a Superdelegate

Dream ticket, Ice Cube and Obama

American dream, Ice Cube and yo’ mama

The Terminator, are you Sarakana?

Arnold Schwarzenegger, can kill who he wanna?

In California, they strap you to a gurney

And murder yo’ ass, in front of your attorney

Do you really wanna take this journey?

Ain’t scared of none of y’all motherfuckers like Bernie

Mac (step back) Step back, I got the Mac-11

Unlike Obama, I’ma have to back my reverand

[Chorus]

Take me away from these people

Take me away from these people

(Take me away)

Take me away from these people

Take me away from these people

[Ice Cube]

Now the Lord is my shepherd, my flow is respected

Worldwide, from the West I got to rep it

So please check it, ’cause my style is infected

with the virus, Ice Cube’s the Osiris

I bail through, they wanna put me up in Bellevue

Cause my point of view is not red, white and blue

It’s black and blue residue

I know what crack can do, to a whole fuckin’ avenue

Speak on it and they’ll get mad at you

You think I do this bullshit for your gratitude?

I’m a Nigga With a Attitude

I’ma do what I gotta do just to change my latitude

Pimp the system, rollin’ with my diamonds glistenin’

And niggaz listenin’, from your local prison

I’m a prism, your only vision is a rainbow

in the sky when I spit the ism, come on

[Chorus]

Take me away from these people

(Take me away)

Take me away from these people

(Take me away)

Take me away from these people

(Take me away)

Take me away from these people

Ice Cube She Couldn’t Make It On Her Own

She had to get the pimp,

She couldn’t make it on her own! (“Bangladesh!”)

She had to get the pimp,

She couldn’t make it on her own!

She had to get the pimp,

She couldn’t make it on her own!

She had to get the pimp,

She couldn’t make it on her own!

California Air!

Chain all blue like it’s runnin’ out of air.

I keep a bad bitch with a fat derriere,

And u know that hoe fresher than a new pair.

Retro elevens on the pedal! – I’m taking this to the next level

Competition

And if you niggas still wanna make a deal with the devil,

I can help you meet him, introduce you to my barrel! (my barrel…)

All you artists walkin’ ’round with yo’ wack raps (wack raps!)

They gettin’ fucked by the game – Kat Stacks! (Kat Stacks!)

And any nigga thinkin’ he can make it happen

I’ll be outside of Staples with the bitches and phantom. – Muhfucka!

Pull up on them bitches, steppin’ out on 30″ inches

In my L.A. Dodger fitted, with some Louie V. stichin’.

Niggas wanna catch me slippin’. Yeah; they prayin’ and they wishin’

Cause a nigga clockin dough – and I’m fuckin’ all they bitches!

(“Yo! You fuckin’ all they bitches? “) Yeah, I’m fuckin’ all they bitches!

If it’s money over bitches, then I’m preachin’ my religion.

Cause this game that I’m livin’, ’bout as cold as my wrist is

If you know my paps; then you know I’m ’bout the business! (business!)

Smoke big trees! (big trees!) – Christmas! (Christmas!)

My flow retarded nigga! (my flow retarted nigga!) – Gifted! (gifted!)

This games’ a bitch! – Watch me pimp it!

She had to get the pimp,

She couldn’t make it on her own!

She had to get the pimp,

She couldn’t make it on her own! (She had to!)

She had to get the pimp,

She couldn’t make it on her own!

She had to get the pimp,

She couldn’t make it on her own! (What about me?)

If you don’t – kick it with’ me – who you gon’ – kick it with’?! (kick it with’!)

Ice Cube – is the shit! – Who you been – speakin’ with’? (speakin’ with’!)

They been – lyin’ to you, if they told you diff-er-ent, (diff-er-ent!)

I got – a diff-er-ent – cool type of tempera-ment. (tempera-ment!)

WestCoast style, baby; on some California shit. (California shit!)

They – might’ve told ya that – I was hard on the bitch (on the bitch!)

You – know – how it go – some bitches think they slick (think they slick!)

Look at me and – think they about to get rich. (get rich!)

Uh-ohh! (uh-ohh!) – Danger! (danger!)

You are (you are!) – a stranger! (a stranger!)

Who am I? – I am – the long ranger.

Tonto tell em’. I’ll run yo fuckin’ ass through the ringer. – It goes…

What about me?

What about me?

What about me?

Ice Cube The Gutter Shit

[Ice Cube]

I been servin’ niggas since 1985

Niggas want the gutter

Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony

My nigga Gangsta, Squeek Rule

Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta

[chorus]

Niggas want that gutter shit

Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit

Ain’t the rugged shit [repeat]

[verse one]

Keep it gangsta y’all, I want to thank you all

Niggas comin’ with that bullshit, it’s gankin’ y’all

We can ride to this kinda shit and bank them all

Nigga ball ’till you fall motherfucker thats all

Can’t none of y’all hang with me putin’ in work

Turn this motherfucker up unless you goin’ to church

Nowadays, crazy ass bitches want they bills paid

But can’t even make a good thang of kool-aid (ha ha)

But chicken heads get chicken feed (bahk bakh)

(a) Lil’ dick and weed (bahk bakh)

Everything that a chicken need (bahk bakh)

Tryin’ to pot I get real as Chris Rock

Make a bitch hot, turn into Fort Knox (bitch know)

It’s Ice Cube comin’ straight from the gutter

Westcoast Don, you fags undastata (?)

[Jayo (verse two)]

There is sa-lethal in the gas chamber

I’m full of anger, nigga the west is in the house

But you still in for some danger

And when i’m thru, I take your bitch and finger bang her

But if she looks tossed up, i’ll slang her

Beat you like mama dearest with a clothes hanger

Cuz the gang a niggas be tryin’ to spit

But you can’t spit it like this

I come equiped to rip, any battle

And leave him strung in his crew

but they put me in the twist like Trump

I can collapse or puncture, the lungs of anyone

Give him a chance to spit his last word, unerve

then he done

20/20 ain’t good enough

Rappers they ain’t seein’ me, this Jay-O Felony

And nobody can stand three of me

Caution keep MC’s out of my reach, i’m on a mission

And be gettin’ to your fuckin’ hide to be called a physician

Immediately, I puts it down at a show (Jay-O)

But loked to choke the shit out a fool, nigga dat’s on doo low

[Ice Cube]

Keep it gansta y’all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)

Keep it gansta y’all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)

Keep it gansta y’all, keep it gangsta (all my life)

Keep it gansta y’all, keep it gangsta (all my life)

[verse three]

I’m sick of these rap niggas lyin’ ’bout they rich (what?)

Lyin’ ’bout they bitch (what?)

Lyin’ ’bout they dick (what?)

I’m sick of these rap niggas lyin’ ’bout they hits (huh?)

Lyin’ ’bout they whips (huh?)

Lyin’ ’bout they six (yeah)

I’m sick of these rap niggas lyin’ ’bout they clothes (brrrmmph!)

Lyin’ ’bout they hoes (uhh)

Lyin’ ’bout they rows (uhh)

I’m sick of these rap niggas lyin’ ’bout they house (punk!)

Lyin’ about they clout (yeah)

Lyin’ up in they mouth (yeah yeah)

It’s the Mah-hurage-ny, my niggas; kamekaze

Illuminaughty, bitch hoes in they body

We the riders, we push like mahz-er-aties

Do karatees, on hatters, and you hotties

Fuck the party, come on, my niggas focus

We the richest, pretend that we the brokest

Niggas notice, as soon as you’re checking quotas

We the coldest, so go and tell the rollers (biotch!)

[Gangsta (verse four)]

Who dat? next out the game, in blue kahks

Gangsta’s the name, niggas wonderin’ how I do that

By the thug way, package and transportin’ the drug way

Only means of makin’ a livin’, the Crip and Blood way

I’m on grates when i’m grindin’

I’m on stakes when i’m dinnin’

And on sunday’s on the wine

Is you can’t calm the savage beast (never)

And I can make your birds rise like geese, K-Mac tell ’em

You sell ’em, I swell ’em, loke (sell ’em loke)

Hard or soft determines how much a nigga sell ’em for

We got the fish scale texture (fish scale)

Now if you cook it yourself you get extras

Dub that shit to death with this dub thang

Only a few niggas left with this love mang

So we cop together (yeah), put it in the beeker

Rock together (uhh), claim blocks together

And fuck cock together, nigga (brrrph!)

[Ice Cube (chorus)]

Niggas want that gutter shit

Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit

Ain’t the rugged shit [repeat]

[Squeek Rule]

[Squeek Rule (verse five)]

Look in my eyes

I see the dollar sign dogg, and my dick start to rise

Got to handle money, got to stack the money (tell ’em)

Buzzin’ like a bee cuz I crave for the honey

Million dollar tickets make bitches look wicked

So you innocent hoes, ain’t got to like ta kick it

I know you knows (uhh), cuz now my decimals (yep)

Done fiend for the green, keep you itchin’ in your panty hose

Your eyes full of gleem (brrrmmph!)

You wanna get on my team, and live my dream

Captain of the ship is what i’m boastin’

Hit the three wheel motion, i’m the shit when i’m coastin’ (uh huh)

Down the boulevard, flossin’ hard

Lights hit the chrome, don’t go lick ’em like a movie star

Money makes me a savage (what it do?)

Shit, I brake down the world for the cabbage (Squeek Rule)

[Ice Cube]

Keep it gansta y’all, keep it gangsta

Keep it gansta y’all, keep it gangsta

Keep it gansta y’all, keep it gangsta (all my life)

Keep it gansta y’all, keep it gangsta (all my life)

[chorus]

Niggas want that gutter shit

Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit

Ain’t the rugged shit [repeat]

Ice Cube A Boy Was Conceived

[Keith David]

Only three short years after the 1965 Watts Riots and the death of Malcolm X and of the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr, A Boy Was Conceived, who’s lyrics would change the world

[Mike Epps]

Cube, please stop rapping so we can come out and get some, some more of this action mane

You know when we ain’t doin’ no movies I’m back out here selling half ounce and quarters of that good weed in that neighborhood

Ice Cube Extradition

[Ice Cube Talking]

Dear Mama, If some people came by the house lookin for me

I’m innocent of anything they say I done

Now I don’t know when I’ll be able to write you again

But I will be back to California to see you

Your son, Ice-mutherfucking-Cube.

[Hook]

Keep my hand on my gun cos they got me on the run

I swear I didn’t do what they say I done [x2]

[Verse 1]

Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer

This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin for ya

Got to get the fuck out of here (yeah right)

This bitch dimmed the lights (nigga, spend the night)

Bust a quick nut, got to fuck up and gat on

Cos this the same street I got shot on

So God bless Don Polla, double-s

I gotta holla cos I’m smokin on double breath

Freakin, niggaz be leakin, information

Got the feds seekin, incarceration

Niggaz say my name popped up

Bitch hop up

Nigga close the shop up

They try to stop em

My cash flow leave me asshole neck it

Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records

Nigga gettin skinny eating dinnies

Count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties

[Chorus]

Listen, these feds fishin for this extradition

I’m on a mission, fuck em, fight em, dine em, ditch em

I gotta kick rocks, can’t pick locks

Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-?bath

[Verse 2]

It’s so hard to get a room without a credit card

It’s so hard not to let em know where you are

Tried to get a rent a car

But he laughed when I showed him cash

Had to mash ‘fore he called the feds on my ass

Went to Vegas for the weekend

Met a hoe down freakin

Hey bitch, why you sneakin?

Grabbed the paper out her hand

Am I the man on the front page? (Fuck)

Same height, same age (click-click)

Rap gauge, put it down the G-way

Got my hostage suckin sausage on the freeway

She say “Let’s hear the circle K”

Ran inside and made the niggaz all pay

It’s like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado

Brought it there for his wallet and my bottle

That’s my motto and I gotta warn ya

before I’m through, I’m going back to California

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

My boys Utah to Illinois

Set the poise, so I can infiltrate

All fifty states

Can’t wait till I’m back on my feet

Switch and shake this bitch in her sleep

Low key you feds can’t see me

I’m up in D.C. with strike number three

Clownin, made a little stock to get a little cock

Now I got niggaz bangin and lootin rock

I’m going back to Cali where it’s bound with my strikes

Don’t give a fuck who’s on the ?marin or the mic

I should’ve known when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby

looking like he wanna rob me (Fuck)

Federal, don’t like no black hetero, sexual, intellectual

Tried to turn me into a vegetable

An I’m ‘a sue all black and blue

When I come to- hand cuff (Fuck y’all)

Big grey bus, scandalous

Cos they can’t stand us

They get excited and I try to fight it (mama)

I’m going back to Cali to show, extradited

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Ice Cube talking]

Hey mama, when y’all send pictures you can’t send a polaroid

Got to be the regular pictures

An’ they got us in here puttin’ in computer chips or something

I don’t know. Like they playin with us, it’s like a game

It ain’t nuttin’ but a game to them mama

It’s my life

Ice Cube Hello

[Ice Cube]

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..}

[Dr. Dre]

I started this gangsta shit

And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[MC Ren]

I started this gangsta shit

And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Ice Cube]

The motherfuckin world is a ghetto

Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal

When the smoke settle..

.. I’m just lookin for a big yellow;

in six inch stilletos

Dr. Dre {Hello..} perculatin keep em waitin

While you sittin here hatin, yo’ bitch is hyperventilatin’

Hopin that we penetratin, you gets natin

cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin

Gangbang affiliatin; MC Ren’ll have you

wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon

{Get to dialin..} 9 1 1 emergency

{And you can tell em..} It’s my son he’s hurtin me

{And he’s a felon..} On parole for robbery

Ain’t no coppin a plea, ain’t no stoppin a G

I’m in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly

You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly

They call me the Don Dada

Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla

Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala

Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga I’m a scholar

The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible

Beg a hoe, let it go, dick ain’t edible

Nigga ain’t federal, I plan shit

while you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..}

I started this gangsta shit

And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Dr. Dre]

I started this gangsta shit

And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?

[MC Ren]

Villain blows up yo’ spot

Take yo’ notebook yo’ bitch and yo’ glock

This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock

You slapped her ass that’s alarmin

cause she want my Worm like Carmen

We chin check niggaz, them thin check niggaz

run trains on golddiggers beware these fo’ niggaz

Scarin motherfuckers like Steven King flicks

Makin niggaz clear the room like a dyke flea a dick

Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik

So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with?

Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo’ fine ass bitch

Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle

Watch niggaz kiss my ass without flexin a muscle

Bitches – all in the back they knees waitin to buckle

Same time same channel don’t change the dial

Niggaz4Life, fuckin your wife, these niggaz wild {Hello..}

I started this gangsta shit

And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Ice Cube]

I started this gangsta shit

And this the muh’fuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Dr. Dre]

Did I fall off? Got you in your room

rippin every “Chronic” poster on your wall off

Just cause I put away the sawed off

Now I got you sittin back with a smirk;

listenin with your arms crossed

Questionin Dre’s credibility {What?}

Wondering if it’s still in me to produce hits;

Y’all be killin me

As if I need to make mo’ – I got a mansion

and six cars that are paid fo’ – suck my dick! {Hello..}

We came a long way from not givin a fuck

Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up

Now we got the whole world starstruck

Made a million plus and still don’t give a motherfuck

Motherfucker I’m Dre – I don’t need your respect

I don’t need to make another album bitch I don’t gotta do shit

I do it because I want to not to stay in the game

Fuck the fame, I’m still stayin the same, lil’ bitch! {Hello..}

I started this gangsta shit

And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[MC Ren]

I started this gangsta shit

And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Ice Cube]

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..}

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes..

Ice Cube Don’t Bring Me No Bag

Hey man, get the door

These mother fuckers think it’s CVS around this bitch

Tell him we ain’t ’bout that shit

– Yo, who is it?

– Uhh, Nick

– Yo, nigga, what up?

– Oh, nothin’

– Why you come to this motherfucker so early all the time, man?

– You-you said 1 o’clock

– I don’t give a fuck what I said, nigga. I don’t get out the bed before two-thirty. Don’t come through this motherfucker so early next time, nigga

– Understood

– Let’s see what’chu got

Ain’t ’bout to count no money, ain’t sellin’ no dope

Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope

Ain’t ’bout to count no money, nah, ain’t sellin’ no dope

Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope

Ain’t no disrespect (disrespect), well maybe it is

Ain’t no trappin’ here (Trappin’ here), well look here now, bitch

Ain’t no Oxycontin (No oxycontin), no coke or no thizz

Have you forgotten (You forgotten) who the fuck that I is?

Trap or die, that’s a lie, niggas fry or testify

Superfly, get super high, jigga boo shit, supersize

Niggas do shit and justify

You can do shit and get euthanized

I could do shit, that’s no surprise

Serve your ass, two piece and fries

Ain’t ’bout to count no money, ain’t sellin’ no dope

Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope

Ain’t ’bout to count no money, nah, ain’t sellin’ no dope

Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope

You niggas high as fuck (High as fuck), got slow reaction

I done sobered up (Sobered up) and I’m down for action

And I fuck you up (Fuck you up), if you come ’round askin’

Don’t try to play me (Try to play me) like I’m Anglo-Saxon

You a mouse in a trap house, I’m a dog in a cat house

I’m comin’ like Harriet Tubman, you comin’ like Harry the drug man

Some niggas don’t give a fuck, man, ’bout they own people sufferin’

Talkin’ ’bout that they strugglin’, made somethin’ from nothin’

Ain’t ’bout to count no money, ain’t sellin’ no dope

Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope

Ain’t ’bout to count no money, nah, ain’t sellin’ no dope

Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope

I’ma kill me a dope dealer

I’ma douse me a trap house

Who let the dogs out?

I’ma make niggas crawl out

I’ma make niggas call out to Jesus and they momma (Jesus and they momma)

Right before they vomit (Before they vomit) blood out they stomach (Blood out they stomach)

This for my auntie, she smoked your shit daily

And this’ll make you crumble, yeah, just like it did my uncle

And this’ll make you meet your maker, understand that he’s the baker

Got your ass on the slab now you the dope for the undertaker

Ain’t ’bout to count no money, ain’t sellin’ no dope

Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope

Ain’t ’bout to count no money, nah, ain’t sellin’ no dope

Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope

Don’t bring me no bag

Don’t bring me no bag

You-you a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house

You-you a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house

You-you a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house

You a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house

Ice Cube Cold Places

[Chorus]

To all my people goin through it on a daily basis

And it seem like the world is full of cold places

Keep yo’ head up, fuck what they said cause

you can do it and the man will get you through it

I believe that, homey I believe that

If I can picture that, I’ll bring a picture back

[Ice Cube]

They say “Gangster, gangster! Tell me how you do it

How you get through it and them other niggaz blew it”

I keep my eye on the prize then pursue it

Chase it like a cheetah chuck it out and subdue it

So self-educate, nigga don’t hate

Cause the game I got, is Madden oh-eight

Fuck with Cube, I’m better than YouTube

Fuck with them dudes them niggaz is new school

The game don’t change just the players

The rhymes don’t change just the fuckin rhymesayers

(Hahahaha!) They make it up as they go along

But I’m goin on 25 years strong

The shit I say might get you through the day

Or change your whole life, in a major way

The shit they say, might catch you a case

The shit I say, feel like your birthday

[Chorus]

[Ice Cube]

You know what? Momma said it’d be days like this

Straight hell on earth, but come up out the abyss

She said “Don’t let ’em see you crawl, don’t let ’em see you fall

All they wanna do is laugh when you tear your drawers”

It’s a cold world nigga bring a bomber jacket

If it’s another hustle out there I’ma crack it

Fuck the new dance I’ma learn how to eat

Get my mind right, stay up out these fuckin streets

They keep callin me

They keep callin, all the lil’ homies keep fallin

In them same traps niggaz cain’t figure out

In the fast lane boy but the bridge is out

Make my blood boil, get yo’ life spoiled

Get you in the system, get you in the soil

And your funeral was sponsored by Unocal

Saw you UVN, nigga digital

[Chorus]

[Ice Cube]

I know, it’s fucked up how they do us

Pretend they really care, but then they Jerry Lewis

Take that money that was allocated to us

Put us in some fucked up trailers then sue us

Watchin Katrina, is worser than Ike & Tina

See New Orleans get bitchslapped by FEMA

Louisiana got racist-ass politics

Free the Jena Six (NIGGA FREE THE JENA SIX~!)

Your honor, Osama, Obama

Even, yo’ momma, ain’t fuckin with my comments

They want us to quit, forget

And not give a shit about these sick-ass politics

A lunatic is in the White House

Make me wanna go do a lick right now

But they’ll make a nigga bow down

in the penitentiary, a billion dollar industry

[Chorus]

[Ice Cube]

I believe that, homey I believe that

If I can picture that, I’ll bring a picture back