1.Robbin' Hood(Cause It Ain't All Good)
'My job is to tell it like it is..'
See who the fuck I'ma jack today
Nigga broke, shit
and it's early in the mornin
'Today I'm going to tell you the story of Robin Hood'
At last, grab my ski-mask out the closet
Now let's see how big did my balls get？
I brush my teeth - it takes a thief
Swervin, cause I'm tryin to roll up the chronic leaf
At a stop sign, I take a hit and hold it on
I cough (＊cough cough＊) now I'm off
Drivin down the two-lane highway
It's all bad, thinkin bout shit I never had
Pass through the W.S. (neighbor-hood)
Knowin I can do my best in Westwood
Cut off by a white BM, driven by a yuppie
He sticks up his finger like, 'Fuck me'
Now I gotta to follow him HOME, with my CHROME
Send him to the Twilight ZONE, it's ON
Niggaz say I'm gone cause I'm fuckin with the rich
(say what？) but they all full of bitch (yeah)
Don't need a snitch, so I'm rollin solo
in a straight bucket, no it ain't a low-low
He pulls up to a seven bedroom, eight bath
Oh yeah! He's got to feel the wrath
Pistola to the neck, devil turn off the Westec(？)
and when you're rollin have mo' respect (bitch)
Tied his ass up and took everything I could
A nigga straight robbin, mobbin, back to the hood
Chorus： Ice Cube (repeat 2X)
All my niggaz love (the adventures of)
All my niggaz love (the adventures of)
All my niggaz love (the adventures of..
.. robbin hood, cause it ain't all good)
Since two-eleven is my favorite number
fuck squabbin, cause I be +Robin+ like the Boy Wonder
'Holy Bandit!' Leave yo' ass stranded and you know that
Unhook the LoJack, cellular phone under the flo' mat
(Uh) They wanna say that it's federal
Actin like your ninety-five Coupe, is headed fo'
Beirut they wanna shoot me like a terrorist
but I don't give a FUCK, cause I'm takin care of this
Trigger finger got blisters
Heard from your sisters, you be rollin on the twisters
Now when we meet, I can make your heart beat..
.. and make you feel, so neat
Or you can get us fifteen
twenties out the ATM, I'll take all of them (give 'em up)
I'm king of the Slim Jim, it's the incredible
Nine-oh-two-one-oh, is where I'm headed foe
Don't need no Merry Men, I fuck around and bury them
(POW!) if they told, what I stole (uh)
Motherfuckers got to know that I'm lethal
Steal from the rich, and slide it to my people
Chorus 1／2
I stalk, rich ass people like Hudson Hawk
Bitch don't talk, let's take a walk
Nigga got nuttin to lose, you know the rules
The purse and the jewels or the eleven o'clock news
Which one？ Magnum gun to the titties
Makin scared devils, move from my city
with the strong-arm, fuck the long arm of the law
Bitch count to ten and forget who you saw (hurry up)
Had to clock her with the handle, cause
your husband's a thief with an S＆L scandal
Don't feel bad if you're stuck up, ahhhh
Nobody move, nobody get - shut the fuck up!
I'm nervous, quick to serve this
heat in yo' meat, make your blood skeet
A nigga just tryin to get on his feet
So hurry up rich bitch, before I twitch
She said, 'Don't rape me, and don't kill me'
Nigga don't want to fuck, yo' filthy ass
Just give me the cash and we good
All I wanna do is rob you on my way to the hood
Chorus
Chorus： Ice Cube
All my niggaz love (the adventures of)
All my niggaz love (the adventures of)
All my niggaz love (the adventures of..
.. robbin hood, cause it ain't all good)
All my niggaz love (the adventures of)
All my niggaz love (the adventures of)
All my niggaz love (the adventures of..
.. robbin hood, cause ain't SHIT good, YEAH!)
'You know somethin Robin？' (8X)
'You know somethin Robin？ You're takin too many chances.'
'You must be joking!'
'You're takin too many chances.'
'You must be joking!'
2.What Can I Do？(Remix)
In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures
But in this country, society itself is failing
Hellll yeah! Uhh..
Ta-dow! Uhh..
Ta-dow! Uhh..
Ta-dow! UHH!
Ta-dow, how ya like me now I'm in the mix
It's nineteen-eighty-six and I got the fix
with the chicken and a quota, got the bakin soda
Let the water boil, workers all loyal
Dropped out the twelveth cause my wealth is shorter
than a midget on his knees, now I slang ki's
Infest my hood with crack, I'm the mack
+It Take a Nation of Millions to Hold Me Back+
Too big for my britches, and I got bitches
Now I'm hittin switches, niggaz want my riches
Used to get 18, when my G was alive
Now a ki' is 13-5
Eighty-nine's the number, another summer
(Get down!) Police ain't get no dumber
Streets dried up, used to think it would last
But being a kingpin is a thing of the past
They tried to blast me for slangin a boulder
Now I got my ass in Minnesota
Got my own crew, it's on brand new
Damn, what can I do？ Oooh
Ta-dow, what can I do？
Ta-dow, what can I do？
Ta-dow, how ya like me now？
Ta-dow, what can I do？
Ta-dow, what can I do？
Ta-dow, how ya like me now？ Fool
Already done stacked me half a meal ticket
Bought a house next to Prince, now I can kick it
Now I got ends, wavin to my friends
Rollin in a Benz, goin to see the Twins
play at the 'dome; police are tappin my mobile phone
I'm almost home
Gettin excited, indicted
Spent a grip and a year tryin to fight it
Lawyer got paid; plea, no contest
cause everything I own, got repossessed
Now take a look at the dust
And I'm happy cause I only got 36 months
I never picked up a book
cause, my arms are 16 inches, nigga look (OOOH)
Can't wait for ninety-two so I can get with my crew
and see, what can I do
Ta-dow, what can I do？
Ta-dow, what can I do？
Ta-dow, how ya like me now？
Ta-dow, what can I do？
Ta-dow, what can I do？
Ta-dow, how ya like me now？
Fucked up in the pen, now it's ninety-fo'
Back in L.A., and I'm bailin through the do'
Everybody, know I gotta start from scratch
So where the work at, and niggaz smirk at
me sayin ain't nuttin poppin from here to the L.B.
What you tell me？
No it ain't crackin, everybody's jackin for a Coupe
Since, they sent in the troops
Even though I got muscle, that ain't my hustle
Takin a nigga's shit in a tussle
No skills, to pay the bills
Talkin about education to battle inflation
No college degree, just a dumb ass G
(Yeah you fool..) 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？
Yeah you can help me punk
Give me all of the money, or I'm dumpin
That's on my momma
Ay homeboy, while you at it
gimme large fries, a strawberry shake
A Big Mac, cause this Mack 10 fo' life
Can I roll wit you？ What can I do？
Now I'm on the run, with a gun
and this fool I don't know, pedal to the flo'
Swervin, servin all of the pigs
Just because they tryin to split my wig
I'm in custody, L.A.P.D.
One more felony, strike number three
Twenty-five to life in cell block two
It's true, that's what I gotta do, oooh
Ta-dow, what can I do？
Ta-dow, what can I do？
Ta-dow, how ya like me now？
Ta-dow, what can I do？
Ta-dow, what can I do？
Ta-dow, how ya like me now？
Wesssssyde! What can I do, what can I do？
Ice Cube.. what can I do, what can I do？
What can I do, oooh
In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures
But in this country, society itself is failing
3.24 Wit an L
＊Originally appeared as a B-side to Cube's 'Check Yo Self'
single
24 with an L, 24 years old and I got life in this
motherfucker...
24 with an L as I bail through the concrete, shit is kinda deep
Deep, deeper than Atlantis, you got to know who the man is
L.A. better known as Pelican's Bay
The ghetto bird's got the word from the stool pigeon
A bird in the hand can't beat a chicken
There ain't no warden (shit)
Just broken glass fucking up my Jordans
Twice upon the time in the projects
I done got jacked for my Rolex
But I keep going, let it pass
Cause the swap meet got a sale on ski masks
And my little homie Kevin
Been carjacking since '87 (really doe)
L.A. is like a jail cell
And I got 24 with an L
'Get in that cell, nigger' (Repeat 8x)
Now, I made a little money, good
But I still want to live in the hood
But buying new fly shit
Is just like inviting ants to a picnic
There's just too many sets
And now I'm getting those kidnap threats
But who wanna get wet？
Cause I'll soak ya, you think I'm fat like Oprah
All I got is a little piece of nothing
And now you want to jack all the sudden
Rahter have me face down on the floor
Instead of that devil you work for
Motherfucking coward
And clowning my man cause he wants to go to Howard
Now I got a strap when I bail
Through the hood, 24 with an L
'Get in that cell, nigger' (Repeat 8x)
24 years, but see I got life
Sorry Mike, it does matter if you're black or white
Cause I'm up against the black and white
They spread my legs and grab my nuts tight
Niggas keep hitting me up
And bitches try to get a drop of nut
Asking me to dick this
So they can blow up, throw up from the morning sickness
Keep my shoulder on the wall like the county
Cause you buster-ass niggas can't clown me
South of pee go, that's where we go
Deep in a Regal, Desert Eagle
Sitting on my lap like a bitch with a gat
Westside's on the map
So if you want to scrap or even drop shells
24 with an L
'Get in that cell, nigger' (Repeat 12x)
4.You Know How We Do It(Remix)
Slippin, slidin, glidin LOW-ridin
Ain't no hidin from this hit
Fool -- you know how we do it
West Side
I'm comin from the West Side
Wessyde, it's hittin on the West Side..
Yeah, fool..
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 kill - 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
Wessyde, it's bumpin on the East Side
It's slammin on the South Side
Makin noise on the North Side
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 and 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
Fool, you know how we do it
I'm hittin on the West Side
It's bumpin on the East Side
Slammin on the South Side
Makin noise on the North Side
Now 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
Fool, you know how we do it -- and
You can't fade the R-E-M-I-X
Goin to the bank cashin big fat checks
What's next on the menu？
Got a big fat booty to attend to, ooh
with the rhythm it takes to dance to but
we got to live, too
Mobbin and robbin and squabbin and stealin
K-Dee and me, I got the feelin
and won't be happy til I'm platinum loc'
The mic smoke (and all the hoes are broke)
The freshest MC in the world, who is？
(You is) You know how we do it
Fool, you know how we do it
I'm hittin on the West Side
It's bumpin on the East Side
Slammin on the South Side
Makin noise on the North Side
'Ain't nuttin goin on but the bomb-ass rap song' (3X)
'Ain't nuttin goin on but the bomb-ass rap song' -＞ scratched
5.2 N the Morning
'Yeah this is a story of a famous dog
of a dog that chases it's tail, will be dizzy'
Met her snake ass at a barbecue bash
She had a lot of ass and a twenty dollar stash
.. of some of that superb 'erb
She said, 'I got the chronic, so fuck whatcha heard'
'Ice Cube do you wanna hit this？
This shit is hype, sho' you right'
Soon as she passed me the J and a lighter
Me and this hoodrat bitch got tighter
Talkin all day on the blanket (so whassup？)
with her ass jacked up, beggin me to spank it
Lookin like a host from the Barbary coast
Nigga don't wanna get burnt like toast
Whassup wit deez nuts in ya me-outh
Aight everybody.. c'mon we out
Took her to the six dollar hole in the wall
and I like how she's holdin the balls
Gobble gobble, from the incision
Stuff that bitch and it ain't Thanksgiving
Didn't even have to fuck all night long
Take me home, damn it's on
Jumped out the cover, snatched off the rubber
Met the hoe's mother - yo whassup？
Got the seven digits and I'm gone'n
that's the kinda bitch you can call at 2 n the morning
Chorus： Ice Cube
Not just knee deep, she was O.G. deep
when she did the freak with me
Not just knee deep, she was O.G. deep
when she did the freak with me
'Yeah this is a story of a famous dog
of a dog that chases it's tail, will be dizzy'
I bumped this hoe on the danceflo'
Where you wanna go？ She said, 'I don't know'
I thought I had a treat in the passenger seat
Now her ass wanna get somethin to eat
From where？ She said, 'Denny's I figure'
I said hell naw cause they don't like niggaz
Let's go to my house and order Domino's
and maybe I can get the bitch out her clothes
Got to the panties, her ass started fightin
and I'm thinkin bout my dog Mike Tyson
Took her ass home, all alone (ring ring)
Whoa-oh, there go the phone
Ay whatcha doin？ 'Nuthin'
Then what about screwin？
Now I'm fuckin and I'm yawnin (＊YAWN＊) yup
but thank God for the bitch
that'll come／cum at 2 n the morning
Chorus
You the kind of girl to eat a dick up raw
and drink a 40 through a straw
And I love ya, cause you're down to get dug
and your man don't know you're gettin fucked by a thug
You a woman that's true (that's right)
Doin what the fuck you wanna do
And it's cool, cause you got a purse full of rubbers
and I'm a friend of your brother's (yup)
So jump your freaky ass in your Hyundai
I got a room at the Omni
Nothin tricky, no you ain't picky
Whassup Nikki？ Down for a quickie
Get your lil' dickie and your Mickey and you're straight
and gotta be at work by 8
Called you last night, you wasn't home and
damn - it's half past 2 n the morning
Chorus
'Yeah this is a story of a famous dog
of a dog that chases it's tail, will be dizzy'
6.Check Yo Self(Remix)
CHORUS：
So come on and chick-ity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
You betta check yo self for you wreck yo self
Cause I'm bad for your health
I come real stealth
Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms
Do without one mother nigga wit yo Alpine
Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know
And friends know, we got that indoe
Yo I'm not a sucka, sittin in A House of Pain
And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya
Head-butt ya, you say you can't touch this
And I wouldn't touch ya, punk motherfucker
Here to let you know boy, oh boy
I make dough, but don't call me Dough-Boy
This ain't no fuckin picture
A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit ya
And hit ya, makin they yack to the neck
So you better run a check
CHORUS
Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played
Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade
That's kinda trifle, cause that's a knife-o AK-47, assault rifle
I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank
But steady talkin shit in the holdin tank
First you wanna step to me, now your ass screamin for the deputy
They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row, now the runnin up in
ya slow
You're God, used to be the Don Juan, now your name is just Twan
Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck, you better run a
check
CHORUS
Big dicks in ya ass is bad for your health
If you're foul you better run a make on that license plate you
coulda had a V8
Instead of a trey-eight slug to ya cranium
I got six and I'm aimin em
Will I bus or keep you guessin
Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin
Bitch, get off the wood, you no good
There goes the neighborhood hooker
Go ahead and keep your drawers
givin up the claps and who needs applause at a
time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead
Bitch is a Miami Hurricane head
Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs
Nappy dugout, get the fuck out
Cause women like you gets no respect
Bitch, you better run a check
CHORUS
Cause bitches like you is bad for my health
Cause the Lench Mob is bad for ya health
Nine-trey, remix, old school tip, yeah
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from
goin under
7.You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit These
You don't wanna fuck wit these
You don't wanna fuck wit these
Run up you big-ass bitch and I'll have you clockin G's
Wit my knockout jab, mess around and stab
yo' ass in the gut, I don't give a fuck
Down with the brown, clownin these honkies
that got us in the mix with they 666
Tricks get found, stinkin like tuna
Bailin through your hood in my fresh suede Pumas
And I don't hit gates, nigga pump yo' brakes
cause I ain't runnin, you better start gunnin
Take your hand off your metal
There's nowhere to hide, cause the world is a ghetto
Want my afro long like Mad Dawg
on a velvet poster, 40 on the coaster
cause moms don't play that shit
Been hard on a nigga since (？)8-8-6(？)
Sayin you need Jesus, cause I got the fresh sweatshirt
with the three fat, creases
And it's on like that, nigga where you at？
At a phone booth, I'm comin in the Coupe
Beanie pull over, fool there they go
Drive real slow so we can let them hoes know
that G's even bust on L.A.P.D.'s
Make 'em eat cheese, cause they don't wanna fuck with these
And he don't wanna fuck wit these
I got mo' flavor than a hoe with a dick
and a stick of gum on her tongue, I get you sprung
with the psycho-alpha-disco, my fist go
in my pocket, grabbin on my pistol
But I won't pull it out til it's time to spit
Make the girls say, 'Damn, niggaz can't have shit'
Cause I see Satan, waitin in the cut
for this black motherfucker, to bail out his hut
And I don't give a mad-ass fuck
about a sheriff who's tryin to tear-off a (？？)
My chinny chin chin hit him up with the right
and then I bend bend got his ass in my sight
My Chuck's hit the cement, then I bent the corner
Yellin, '+Cop Killer+, and fuck Time-Warner'
Got the wick-a-tick(？？) niggaz say, damn he's so sweet
Hypnotize yo' ass like that shit 'Knee Deep'
And you hate it, gang-affiliated
Niggaz be bumpin, just a little somethin
from that loc'ed out nigga that cater to the O.G.'s
And let you know, that you don't wanna fuck wit these
And you don't wanna fuck wit these
And you don't wanna fuck wit these
Rollin through the hood, when I see a bitch
I hit the switch, she's on my dick
Fresh t-shirt, thick like I hangs
They say I got St. Ide's rushin through my veins
from the CRASH units, all the way to Vice
They claimin Ice Cube, ain't nuttin nice
cause I keep hittin, fuck Bill Clinton
No repentin, just representin
I can walk through the park cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, cause I ain't the one
Bang you're dead, brains out your head
I wish I was the nigga that invented infrared
Now I got it poppin but what's that odor？
Smells like a hot pot of that bakin soda
Cause I know nigs from A's to Z's slangin ki's
Sayin you don't wanna fuck wit these
Nigga please
8.Lil Ass Gee(Eerie Gumbo Remix)
Hell naw nigga fuck this
Nigga let me up out of here!
Nigga y'all can't take me to jail anyway
I don't even know why y'all got me gaffled
Look, fuck that, when my big homies find out about this shit
y'all gon' be workin in Alaska, so dress warm motherfucker
Hahahaha, yeah
'This type of shit it happens ev-ery-day' -＞ Slick Rick (2X)
Look at that lil' ass Westside loc'ed out
insane-in-the-brain little nigga servin 'caine
Use to have to ask could he cross the street
Now he's rollin in a G, the G is on E
He's quick to hit you up with the two fingers spreaded (Wassup？)
He'll 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 bomb (like the)
bang, ping, catch you with the sleeper
He'll draw down, and then check his beeper (fool)
He's clockin them chips and bucks
Gettin, his little dick sucked by the, clucks (yeah)
And will he do dirt？ Fool oh please
Little loc's are harder then the O.G.'s (that's right)
You fall to the ground and then bleed
Just got served by little niggaz on a 10-speed
Twelve years old, got bumps they can't keep
A straight killer, a fool, a lil' ass gee
(a lil' ass gee) (a lil' ass gee)
Hey, you little niggaz need to get up out the spot man
What, what nigga you think I'm a lil' punk or somethin？
What you trippin for man？
Nigga fuck yo' life! {＊BLAM BLAM, BLAM＊}
Chorus： N.O. Joe Johnson
When you run for yo' gun, just to save yo' life
it's just a .. little ass gee
When you hatin on these fools on these motherfuckin streets
I'm just a .. little ass gee
When I step up on yo' ass with the shank
niggaz know it's just a .. little ass gee
Just a young motherfuckin tryin to clock my grip
I'm just a .. little ass gee
God damn, it's a trip
Use to have the G.I. Joe, with the kung-fu grip (yep)
Now it's straight Crip, or Blood
Now ya sag, you used the flood (mark)
Now you're known as the baby Droopy (yeah)
Goin to camp, and it ain't Camp Snoopy (Wassup？)
But I ain't surprised
It's 12 months later, yea, I see you got a little size
You motherfuckin crook
You want respect cause you didn't get'cha manhood took
Drinkin that 'gac like it's no tomorr-y
Westside hustler, fuck Atari
Been to jail, and it ain't no thang
Can't wait til you get 22's on the hang (nigga look)
A underage boy that's smokin tye
And that's your idea of junior high
All you want for Christmas is guns and triggers
Little nigga nuttier than a Snickers
You don't wanna be like Mike, you wanna be like me
A fool, a killer, a lil' ass gee
(a lil' ass gee) (a lil' ass gee)
'Crazy motherfucker from around the way' -＞ Cube (N.W.A.)
Chorus
We have people, that have been conditioned
not to expect to live, beyond the age of 30
They no longer care
Once they no longer care, they're extremely dangerous
'I'm not afraid of bein shot
cause that's the environment I grew up in'
See, I knew it wouldn't be long (tell 'em)
They got yo' ass stretched like Stretch Armstrong
in the one-man cell, it got'cha thinkin
Sendin more kites than Benjamin Franklin
Twenty years old but ya still a veteran
Won't touch down til we're livin like the Jetsons
Proud of yourself, 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 line to bust the ass of a young buck
(Who's next？) Got stuck, now you're bleedin
Hospital ward, is got your reading
Learn about the knowledge of self ya see
Got ya mad enough to go and stick the deputy
See, it ain't about bein hard (that's right)
but that's whatcha tell the little homies on the yard
Ya already done did ten
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 lil' ass gee) (a lil' ass gee)
A fool, a lil' ass gee
Yo this go out to the little hardhead homies
who probably gon' see more uhh, asshole.. than pussyhole
when they get you in that system, and I ain't trippin
Chorus
9.My Skin is My Sin
＊ Originally appeared as a B-side to Cube's 'Really Doe' single
Motherfucker, you'd better break yourself...
My skin is my sin, look at my complexion
Section 8, erection great
Balls like Ru Paul and a big fat plank
Get you higher than a Spike Lee joint
See I'm a chicken hawk and I'm hunting chicken and watermelon
It ain't nothing but hard time bailing
Just got a misdomener
Cause I got a deuce-five, and I'm black as Sarafina
Get the hell out Somolia, we didn't call y'all
I can't wait till I can kill all y'all
Fuck Reggie Denton and Jimmy (Johnny) Cochran
Damn I couldn't get close enough to sock him
I plead guilty your honor
Cause I dissed the Pope more times than Sinead O'Connor
Huh huh, cool, like Butthead and Beavis
Truer than the Mack but I'm downer than he is
And that police chief named Willie
Can take his motherfucking ass back to Philly
Dropped a bomb on a crew named 'Move'
Years ago, here's a hoe
That's ready to stop me, they think I'm Khadafi
Rolling in a six-tre jalopy
They want to give me ten in the pen cause I'm smelling like Hen
My skin is my sin
My S-K-I-N is my S-I-N ('Burning our black skin') (Repeat 2x)
I Get Around like Tupac, just bought a new glock
And I want what you got
So please give it up so I can live it up
Just like the rich but I still eat grits
I don't know karate
But I can still beat the dog shit out of Nazis
You claim you want to put in work
Plotting to blow up a church
See you devils are all the same
You'll gun down a congregation in Jesus' name
Using me as a scapegoat, well cracker don't sleep
Far from a goat, more like a black sheep
Lamb of God, and it's odd
That Allah is a man that don't need a tan
And you can't stand when I talk like that
And why do black men have to walk like that？
Cause we swing low like a chariot
And now I got Harriet all on my dick
Cause my shoe size is much bigger than a motherfucking 10
My skin is my sin
My S-K-I-N is my S-I-N ('Burning our black skin') (Repeat 2x)
Who's that janky-ass nigga with last？
Standing like a G pissing on America's flag
Dub C, the nigga from Westside
Westide Maad Circle bailing with a double barrel
Cause uh, my skin is my sin
And all I need is knowledge of self and ammunition is my best
friend
When it's time to roll nigga, we ain't calling on Jesus
I'm calling Mad Dog for the 9 millimeters
Cause I give the song with those peckerwoods to the fullest
And a bitch by the name of America's on it
The same bitch that jacked my forefathers
And the Indians took my motherfucking religion
Place a holy Bible in my hand, but for what？
Like Jim Kelly said, 'You try to set me up？' Shit...
I'm too slick for your lies in disguise
When will you devils open your eyes and realize？
Like Pepsi, niggas got a new generation
And we don't want your American education
Ain't no brain washing this way
Fuck America, Tom Meztger, and KKK
And to the cracker named J.B. Stoner
Don't let me catch you on no corners
I see you on TV talking more shit
But just like your punk-ass anscestors, you's a bitch
You's a bitch if I ever saw one
Grand Wizard bring your ass on Imperial so we can get physical
And watch God show and prove
Not only mentally but physically the black man rules
So run devil run, you's to best start running
Because the niggas are coming, oh, the niggas are coming
And ain't no way you gon' win
Cause I come from a tribe of O.G.'s and my skin is my sin
My S-K-I-N is my S-I-N ('Burning our black skin') (Repeat 2x)
10.It Was a Good Day(Remix)
Smooth.. heh.. yep..
Heheheh.. remix..
Just waking up in the mornin gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barkin from the dogs, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out
Hooked it up for later as I hit the do'
Thinkin will I live, another twenty-fo'
I gotta go cause I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop, at a red light
Lookin in my mirror and not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim, and she can do it all night
Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all
Which park, are y'all playin basketball？
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Last week messed around and got a triple double
Freakin brothers everyway like M.J.
I can't believe, today was a good day
That's right..
Creep to the pad and hit the showers
Didn't even get no static from the cowards
Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin, didn't even look in a brother's direction
as I ran the intersection
Went to $hort Dog's house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps
What's the haps on the craps？
Shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em
Roll 'em in a circle of homies and watch me break 'em
with the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do' Lil' Joe
Picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I'm yellin domino
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A.
Today was a good day
Hehe..
Left my homie's house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin to do since the twelve grade
It's ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics
Felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my jimmy runs deep, so deep
So deep put her butt to sleep
Woke her up around one
She didn't hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I'm coastin
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her butt off and then chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn't even see a berry flashin those high beams
No helicopter lookin for the murder
Two in the mornin got the Fatburger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read, 'Ice Cube's a pimp'
Drunk as hell but no throwin up
Half way home and my pager still blowin up
Today I didn't even have to use my A.K.
I gotta say it was a good day
11.U Ain't Gonna Take My Life
＊ Originally appeared as a B-side to Cube's 'Wicked' single
Mr. Dirty Harry, you look really scary
With your .357, officer Kevin
Spent 11 years on the force trying to get mine
Head got the flat top, boots got the spit shine
Don't give a fuck about my neighborhood
Just wanna do your eight hours, then hit the showers
Shoot a brother down adn you don't send flowers
Goddamn sherrif, can't wait to tarriff
A chunk of a nigga ass, but watch a nigga blast
And get away nigga fast
You ain't gonna have me face down no more
You ain't gonna have a chance to clown no more
To the boys in blue, I got kids too
Ain't going out like a jigaboo, no no no
On my way to the store
You see me in a Range Rover, now you gotta pull me over
But where oh where is the ticket？
You got your hand on your gun cause you're wicked
You don't like the face of the original man
But you gotta treat me like an individual man
Talk right and I'll talk right back
Show some goddamn respect to the black
Cause I gotta get back to my wife
But I'm sorry, you ain't gonna take my life
Just because you got a badge
Did you think Ice Cube was gonna wave the white flag？
Cracker please, you can yell freeze
I'd rather die standing up than die on my knees
You think you can do anything you want to do
To my crew when you come through, man fuck you
Shooting up South Central
Catch your ass slipping at a rent show
Could have popped you off, one dead cop
But I know you got a wife and a dog named Spot
I show a little mercy cause I'm civilized
Looking through a nigga's eyes at a much bigger prize
But when I saw Rodney it got me so hot
Made me wanna go out and pop me a cop
Cause every time you see me sagging
Here comes the Grand Dragon, in the motherfucking patty wagon
Try to play me like a trick
Sometimes you act like a dick, Mr. Nightstick
Back then, I used to throw my Mack-10
But nowadays you got the black skin
Back then you don't like the voice of a nigga named Ice
But you ain't gonna take my life
You man let's get an understanding
I know that your job is demanding
But I only got me one life to live
You only got about six shots to give
And I got a big AK with a 50-round clip
So why should we trip？
You ain't gonna punk me, so what you trying for？
Ain't no job worth dying for, is it？
Might pay a visit to Petey Wheatstraw
When you stop me on the shore, officer of the law
And if I did something wrong, you can lock me up
Never never never gonna sock me up
So next time you have the urge, all of the sudden
To fuck with a nigga for nothing
Think about me, a brother that's 23
I got a son and a J-O-B
So before you pull your gun, you'd better think twice
Pig, cause you ain't gonna take my life
12.When I Get to Heaven (Remix) (Remix)
Microphone check, heh, yo
Heh, yeah..
{They won't call me a nigga..} - 2X
Listen to the preacher man, but are you talkin to me？
I can't hear you with a mouth full of pig's feet
Thy shouldn't eat the swine flesh
Your body is a mess, but you're blessed
with the 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 of gettin our ass kicked
by so-called Christians and Catholics
But I'ma watch 'em burn in the 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 nuttin but a fashion show
Get the devil do a one-eighty-seven
and they won't, call me a nigga, when I get to heaven
{They won't call me a nigga}
{when I get to heaven}
{No they won't! Haha no they won't, no they won't}
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 the same book
Cause you'se a crook and I'm a brother
King James had sex with his mother
Is that yo' edition？ Is that your religion？
Black man, you gotta make a desicion
Cause God is comin on day number seven
and they won't, call me a nigga, when I get to heaven
{They won't call me a nigga}
{when I get to heaven}
{No they won't! Haha no they won't, no they won't}
{They won't call me a nigga}
{when I get to heaven}
{No they won't! Haha no they won't, no they won't}
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 mo' money on the church band
But Elijah's got a plan
Got the white man screamin - Damn that Farrakhan!
Cause one day these babies'll uprise
Much more than bow ties and bean pies
Kickin knowledge at the 7-11
And they won't, call me a nigga, when I get to heaven
{They won't call me a nigga}
{when I get to heaven}
{No they won't! Haha no they won't, no they won't} --＞ repeat
all 8X
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