Ice Cube( 冰塊酷巴 ) War＆Peace Vol.2[The Peace Disc]

1.24 Mc Hours

Put the whoop on 'em (ice cube, a.k.a. don mega)
Put the whoop on 'em (a.k.a. poppa don)
Put the whoop on 'em (a.k.a. the big fish)
Put the whoop on 'em (a.k.a. brainiac)

Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (uh huh)
Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)

(verse one) {：21}
Everyting is real on this concrete and steel
Niggas peel your cap for a happy meal
I got to deal with this ball of confusion, world of illusions
We ain't losin' playa (never), weez winnin'
Playin' every night when we sendin' paper chasing, grinin'
While you still chasin' women 'round tables no lieutenants
Use your own man grown, (hook it up)
It's ice cube and the family stone
Breakin' bread every night in l.a.
And i pray, for one more day that's unate (check it)
It's 90 degrees no enemies in sight
Even the don gotta fall to his knees every night

(chorus) {：52}
Can i get 24 more hours (can i get get)
Without dealin' with these killers and these cowards (can i can
can)
I don't wanna loose, all i wanna do is win
I fucked up today, can i try it again？

(verse two) {1：03}
I'm lovin' every breath like a cold sip of soda
While i'm bankin' down these back streets, thanks for lookin'
over
Damn sure nice to know ya, fuck a four leaf clover
And thanks for this range rover
We gets down with this underground gangsta shit
Politians and parents, always havin' a fit
Everybody wanna know 'who you with？' 'where you from？'
Why you lookin' at me dumb？
Here's a bullet cuz you number one
Nobody knows, the fate of a platinum rap star (nobody knows)
We gotta wait until tommorow
(yeah yeah)
And i'm a nigga like you (yeah yeah)
You know i got the bar

(chorus) {1：33}
Can i get 24 more hours (can i get get)
Without dealin' with these killers and these cowards (can i can
can)
I don't wanna loose, all i wanna do is win
I fucked up today, can i try it again？

Put the whoop on 'em (look to allah)
Put the whoop on 'em (pray to your god)
Put the whoop on 'em (i look to allah)
Put the whoop on 'em (pray to your god)

(verse three) {1：54}
Mister prosperity, these niggas wanna bury me
Your bitch wanna mary me
Rollin' more than a cherokee
Don't, i drive what i want, and what i ain't drivin' i don't
want
Let it be known (let it be known)
Permits hit the conk in the reagal
But weez legal niggas dollars got bald eagles nigga
You can't undermine mister grime
You rappin' 'bout the same shit i rapped about in '89
Tryin' to be the new fien(d) (never), with raps complex
They love you one minute and they hate you the next
Push my lex thru the california sunshine
Look back on my life and say 'damn i done done fine'
(damn) (i done done fine) (uhh)
Mister ice cube, i'm always on the grime
(always, always)
The don mega mega don, don mega mega don

(chorus) {2：35}
Can i get 24 more hours (can i get get)
Without dealin' with these killers and these cowards (can i can
can)
I don't wanna loose, all i wanna do is win
I fucked up today, can i try it again？

Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (everybody)
Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)

(outro) {2：56}
I know we can make it, i know that we can
I know damn well that we can work it out
I know we can make it, i know that we can
I know damn well that we can work it out
I know we can make it, i know that we can
I know damn well that we can work it out
I know we can make it, i know that we can
I know damn well that we can work it out

...and we can work it out, we goan work it out
My niggas work it out, help us work it out


2.Can You Bounce

,bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, make it jiggle, just a little--

Baby baby can you bouce to this (bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (bounce)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this

(verse one) {：20}
I hear you bragin 'bout the money you foldin'
Same nigga that be kissin' my colon
When you picture me rollin'
Nigga picture me holdin', pure heat like nolan
They call me poppa doctor
See your bitch and i knock her
I collect them like pokemon
＞from nokishan, accept the ones with no behind
You can keep 'em, keep 'em from creepin' where i'm sleepin'
Same bitch and same club every weekend
Same drink, same dress, brainless
What would you do if i handed you a stainless
Can't fuck with a girl that's gameless
Would you tell the po-po's what my name is

Baby baby can you bouce to this (baby bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (smoke an ounce)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this (yeah yeah)

,bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, make it jiggle, just a little-- {repeat}

(verse two) {1：12}
Don't stop get it get it
I'm not the kind to get jiggy with it
I'm the kind to get niggy with it
I'm a show you what it's all about, trick!
Shake yo' ass till your curls fall out, bitch!
Don't pretend you can live without, dick!
Come with me ain't no doubt that i'm, rich!
Whatchoo goan do in the early 'morn
When the lights come on, and your drink is gone
Do you think you grown
Think we convone (？)
It's a party at my house i got drinks at home
Get to undressin', pull out the lethal weapon
Look you in the eye and i aks you one question

Baby baby can you bouce to this (bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (what choo smokin' on？)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this

,bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, make it jiggle, just a little-- {repeat}

(jay-z sample)
,-'bounce, bitch, bounce wit me wit me...can ya'---{repeat}

(verse three) {2：15}
Who that nigga that be in the club every week
Who that cheep mutherfucker won't buy you a drink
Who that bitch dressed like a freak but she won't speak
Who that hoe think she is, like her shit don't stink
Who that player on the floor, sweatin' in all silk
Who that girl showin' tits, like she got milk
Who that hater in the corner, always on tilt
Who that fool in the parking lot about to get killed (yeah)

Baby baby can you bouce to this (can you bounce)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (blaze one)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this
(if you down with this)
Baby baby can you bouce to this (huh)
Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (dogg best c.g.(？)
Turn it up, we can clown to this
Throw your hands in the air if you down with this

,bounce it bounce it, shake it shake it
Wiggle wiggle, make it jiggle, just a little-- {repeat}

Yeah, ice cube (bounce it, bounce it...)

(jay-z sample)
,-'bounce, bitch, bounce wit me wit me...can ya'---{repeat}


3.Dinner With The Ceo


4.Gotta Be Insanity

Uhh, gotta get it...uhhh....hmmm....get it, get it

,baby--

(verse one) {：21}
Stab thru the neighborhood, these spinin'
Weez winin', scrap with the john lennon
Head rests, tv's in 'em
Best in the nation, on this playstation
The don daata, gotta get you hotter
Been a buck naked nigga smokin' water
On a friday, the get high day
Blowin' at a hot date, findin' shade
Black and bicantay, with ass everwhere, how you do that there？
A sight to behold, break the mold
Just tryin' to get some before the world explode
I see you tryin' to get caught
Well shake what your mama gave ya, plus what you bought
We fuck and we fought, we laugh and we cry
Told the truth and we lie

(chorus) {：57}
You be good to me, i'll be good to you
Anything you want, anything you do
I got my eyes on you, and i'm in to you
Give it all i got, and to keep it hot

(verse two) {1：15}
Now what a freak like you, doin' with a fool like me？
Explain it to your family
It's got to be insanity --because i like what you're doing to
me--
You know you ain't right standin' at the light
Think it's chocolate with that shit too tight
And if i fuck around and get you in the car with me
Motherfuckers would think i had a star with me
Now see the haterism increase
They hate when you got a dime piece
And i got one shotgun, and i might catch a hot one
When i'm lookin' for love and niggas got none, uhh
If you let me handcuff your wrist
Bonnie and clyde ain't got shit on this
Cuz bonnie and clyde had to take a risk
But most of my money see it's all legit --baby--
It's all about your state of mind
Now what would you do if i handed you a tech nine？
Are you feelin' me？
Would you stay down like hillary？
Even if you thought about killin' me？

(chorus) {2：02}
You be good to me, i'll be good to you
Anything you want, anything you do
I got my eyes on you, and i'm in to you
Give it all i got, and to keep it hot

(verse three) {2：19}
Now what a freak like you, doin' with a fool like me？
Explain it to your family
It's got to be insanity --because i like what you're doing to
me--
Are you the type of girl that would call them folks
Have your man leave the house in chains and ropes
Don't need the kind of girl that'll have me in court
On lawsuits lyin' about demestic abuse
Have a bitch like judge judy cussin' me out
Garnish my cheques, reposses my lex
Cuz i come from a place in southern californi
Where hoes rake niggas for tons of alimoni
But fuck the world don't aks me for shit
Unless you my boo, and i'm fuckin' you
The rest of these broads ain't knowin'
That i'm a have you bumpin' lauryn, in somethin' foreign
Come thru blow the horn
Stick your wrists out the window
And wave to your kinfolks
Let 'em know who you with
And to your crazy ass daddy, let him know who to get

(chorus) {3：06}
You be good to me, i'll be good to you
Anything you want, anything you do
I got my eyes on you, and i'm in to you
Give it all i got, and to keep it hot

Now what a freak like you, doin' with a fool like me？
Explain it to your family
It's got to be insanity --because i like what you're doing to
me--
{repeat last 3 lines, 4 times}


5.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 {hello..}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks i get？ {hello..}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks i get？ {hello..}

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..}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks i get？

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 common(？)
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..}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the muh'fuckin thanks i get？ {hello..}

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..}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks i get？ {hello..}

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.


6.Mackin' ＆ Driving


7.Mental Warfare

I love the sound of gangsta shit in the mornin'

Bitch you know the size
World motherfucking wide

You ain't got to be in the pen to be in prison
You in the prison of your mutherfuckin' mind

What kinda time we got up here？

15：30 am

Everything is real on this concrete and steel
Everything is real on this concrete and steel

The warfare is mental
The warfare is mental

Supreme gangster shit
We dream gangster shit

Now i wanna see if you punk mutherfuckers is paying attention

I love the sound of gangsta shit in the mornin'


8.N＊＊＊＊ Of The Century


9.Pimp Homeo

{woman} pimp homeo, pimp homeo...
{cube} hey, julie-ho!
{woman}i am but $300 short, thy pimp. first know my ass is
tired, thy
Pimp homeo.
Be this hour, i have done weeping. thy have poppeth my
Cootchie 'til i can't poppeth
No more!
{cube} oh, tis! thy have a reason to smack a cramp in that ass.
{woman}have patience, pimp homeo, have patience! homeo, i have a
very
Vuluptuous vagina,
And titties teetering on times this. and a ass the size
Of alaska.
{cube} well, bitch, thy get my money.


10.Record Company Pimpin'

Please listen to my demo {x8}

A nigga told me, the record company's the pimp
The artist is the hoe, the stage is the corner
And the audience is the trip, god damn

(verse one) {：21}
Incredible young nigga, you can't belive i'm just one nigga
God damn i've gotten bigger
Intellect superior,
Walk in a room and make the whole interior, inferior
If you look me in my eyes
You might fuck around and loose control of your mind body and
your soul
Grab ahold
Undisputed on the microphone, what choo think
If you wink, i'll make you ich think
Did you blink, did you ever drink your own brain matter
Shotgun enima, this ain't no cinema
All praises due to the creator
,for this man here, that can't no nigga stand near--
True, inventor of the double-you
What choo wanna do, i got the red and the blue
Show me one nigga dedicated to raps
I'll show you ten niggas dedicated to snaps
Record company death traps settin' decoys
Just to pimp young b-boys
With a cup full of yak, studio contact
Maniac with a contract
Well turn up the bass and the motherfuckin' treble
About to do a deal with the devil for my vocal level
Bullshit points, plus he want to rub it in
And take all my publishin', god damn
Do i take it up the rectum
Just to rock the spectrum
Give up a right arm, just to do a form
Hell no, all you motherfukers goan leave this bitch limpin'
No more, record company pimpin'

No more (no more), record company pimpin'
No more (no more), record company pimpin'
No more (no more), record company pimpin'
No more no more no more no more

You ain't pimpin' me (uhn uhh, uhn uhh)
I ain't pimpin' you (uhn uhh, uhn uhh)
I just wanna be free (i just wanna be free)
So what we gonna do (can i holla at you, holla at you)

You ain't pimpin' me (please listen to my demo)
I ain't pimpin' you (please listen to my demo)
I just wanna be free (i just wanna be free)
So what we gonna do (can i holla at you, holla at you)

(verse two) {2：01}
I'ma keep it simple, it went from 'please listen to my demo'
To 'get your ass out my limo'
Stretch presidential
It's essential cuz the record company will have your ass in a
rental
If you let 'em, you have to behead 'em
Contracts you never read 'em
Ceo's you never met 'em
Sent to an atourney, burnstein and burney
Nigga that's his lawyer, ain't got nothin' for ya
Treat ya like they emloy ya, i'm a warrior
Bite you in the ass like a georgetown hoya
When they ignore ya cause, you got to hold your balls
Catch a motherfucker slippin' in bathroom stalls
And then you show 'em that you ain't a rookie
Let 'em know that you'd rather have, more points than more pussy
Pimp turned bookie
Now how the fuck i get in so much debt
God damn, we just met
Welcome to the rap game
Motherfucker be confused and broke before he know whats
happenin'
You can be the star and fuck women
I'ma just play the back and keep winnin'

No more (no more), record company pimpin'
No more (no more), record company pimpin'
No more (no more), record company pimpin'
No more no more no more no more

You ain't pimpin' me (please listen to my demo)
I ain't pimpin' you (please listen to my demo)
I just wanna be free (i just wanna be free)
So what we gonna do (i got to holla at you, holla at you)

You ain't pimpin' me (uhn uhh, uhn uhh)
I ain't pimpin' you (uhn uhh, uhn uhh)
I just wanna be free (i just wanna be free)
So what we gonna do (can i holla at you, holla at you)

It went from please listen to my demo
To get your ass out my limo {x4}

(outro) {3：43}
Mama's, don't let your kids grow up to be rappers
Unless you tell them if they gonna get in this buisness
They better learn this buisness
Or they goan get fucked
Simple as that
Simple as that


11.Roll All Day

I got a full tank of unleaded {repeat x4}

Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night
,-i got a full tank of unleaded--- {repeat}

(verse one) {：30}
I see you walkin' and i'm damn near stalkin'
You a chicken head and i'm chicken hawkin', now we talkin'
'bout your unlucky backround
And how your ex-boyfriend is smokin' crack now (why)
I'm very very simpethetic
But baby where you headed？
,-i got a full tank of unleaded---
She got in and had ass for days like
,-boom, bam, god, damn!---
She aks me would i harm her
No, i'm a charmer
A fuckin' night in shining armour
We went out and had a blast, everytime she walked past
Nigga got a quick fast glimpse of that ass
('what choo wanna do after this？')
I wanna get your tities in my fist
But you wanna kiss
Your mouth might taste like dick (ewww)
And i grew up on bearin' wit, trick

Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night
,-i got a full tank of unleaded--- {repeat}

(verse two) {1：19}
Niggas that i know don't kiss no hoes
Niggas that i know don't buy no clothes
Niggas that i know don't fuck no pros
Niggas that i know roll foots (？) in fours (yeah)
Pull them panties off your hips
Pussy deep as crips
And 'bout as wide as my grip
Never ever get me with that wipper feel
They got a pants full of black steel
Am i too real？
You like dick i know you do
Wanna bring out the hoe in you
I know what you're goin' thru
You already think you're cree-al
You should learn to suck this like vanessa del rio
Aww, you thought i was a nice guy
But shit, i was around eight, with bitches gettin' laid
If i wrap my dick in plastic
Now, how wide can that ass get？
It's gettin' drastic

Now we could roll all day, if i could ride all night
,-i got a full tank of unleaded--- {repeat}

(verse three) {2：10}
Should of picked up an old girl that i know
That's what i get for fucking with you young hoes
About to get an attitude, what's hapenin'？
Baby how you actin'？
Let's get it crackin' (c'mon)
No？
Well then bitch you got to go
I put her ass out, on imperial
Hoe slamed my door, next to texico
Kick my lexo, broke my window
Put out my indo
Jumped out and said 'bitch are you crazy？'
Fucked around and got lazy
She jumped in my car, took off, now i'm stuck
And all i want to do was fuck
(damn....)

I had to stroll all day, i had to walk all night
,-i had a full tank of unleaded--- {repeat}


12.Supreme Hustle

{interigation intro...}

Don dadaa, uhh, uhh, yeah
You can't see me, but you can feel me
You can feel me, you can feel me

It's the world, famous, supreme team show, supreme team
show...{x2}
Uhh, look at me

(verse one) {1：09}
I be the one that you love to hate
I be the one that's from out of state
I be the one with the nickle plate
I be the one with the mean face
I be the one with the bad taste
I be the one that you worry 'bout
I be the one that make ya hurry out
I be the one that make your mama shout
I be the one that's the cleanest (fo' sho')
I be the one with the niggas and guns that's the meanest (let
'em know)

(chorus) {1：32}
Supreme hustle (uh huh), i got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (whatcha call it？)
Supreme hustle (uh huh), i got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (yeah yeah)

(verse two) {1：43}
You be the one that we laugh at (ha ha)
You be the one that can't have that (uh uhn)
You be the one to get your ass cracked (crack!)
You be the one that's takin' live rounds
You be the one thats got to run from them bloodhounds
You be the one with the eight babies
My seven ladies, still dressin' like the eighties
You be the one that just checked in emergency
You be the one thats a die, in need of surgery

(chorus) {2：06}
Supreme hustle (uh huh), i got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (ready)
Supreme hustle (uh huh), i got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle

It's the world, famous, supreme team show, supreme team
show...{x2}

(verse three) {2：28}
We be the ones that your woman love
We be the ones that your fellas hug
We be the ones that you jellous of
We be the ones with the big guns
We be the ones with the six-uns
You should get one
We be the ones with the dirty spirits
We be the ones with them bomb ass dirty lyrics
We be the ones that your kids like
We be the ones that make you beat your wife
And hate your life (tell 'em)

(chorus) {2：51}
Supreme hustle (uh huh), i got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (yeah yeah)
Supreme hustle (uh huh), i got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (brrrrmph)

Supreme hustle (uh huh), i got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (uh huh)
Supreme hustle (uh huh), i got supreme muscle (yep)
I call em team tustle (automatic)

Uh huh, yep, uh huh, yep

It's the world, famous, supreme team show, supreme team
show...{x2}

(outro) {3：35}
You got to hustle a dot, no lie to all my people that's down to
survive
Gone and ride
Hustle a dot, no lie, to all my people that's down to survive
Gone and ride
Hustle a dot, no lie, to all my people that's down to survive
Gone and ride
Hustle a dot, no lie, to all my people that's down to survive
Gone and ride

Get ya ride on (gone and ride)
Hustle mang hustle mang (gone and ride)
It's automatic
Ice cube; incredible, yeah
I'm on the grind all the time
Hustle mang, hustle mang, hustle mang


13.The Gutter Shit

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) {：14}
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit {repeat}

(verse one) {：25}
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 (？)

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

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) {1：50}
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!)

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!)

Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit {repeat}

(squeek rule)

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)

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) {4：11}
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit {repeat}


14.Until We Rich

Nigga the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle it don't stop, until we drop

Krayzie bone and ice cube..
The best thing in life in life is life (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Get your mind right, and get your grind right (we gotta keep
goin)
Get your mind right, and get your grind right
Get your mind right, and get your grind right

Look into my eyes if you wanna know me
Before you hypnotized, homey what do you see
A figure that's just a little bigger than dealers
A hustler countin figures ain't pulled no triggers
Can you dig us, we be the ultimate lick
We's the hitters, that make the ultimate hits
Kinda floss-ey, kinda boss-ey
It's gotta be done my way, do what the {fuck} i say
Top of the pyramid, homey what i tell you
If you leave this westside umbrella you hit the cellar
Bring me my slippers, black robe, and my globe
And i could rule the world with my eyes closed
(with my eyes closed..)

Chorus： krayzie bone

See the mission's to get what we don't got
Until we filthy rich and on top --
, you betta go get it, it's yours
Nigga the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle it don't stop until we drop
See the mission's to get what we don't got
Until we filthy rich and on top --
, you betta go get it, it's yours
Nigga the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle it don't stop until we drop

To all the little homies that's watchin tv
I see you tryin to be a o.g. like me
Chasin dreams, pullin mo' schemes for wealth
But the best thing in life is health, be yourself playa
Television it'll keep yo' ass wishin forever
You'll never get you life together
Don't talk about death, i got too much life to live
Too many orders to give -- what it is, showbiz
Taught you what a trick and a hoe is (what？)
Showed you what a six-ty fo' is (what？)
Lord knows, 'in god we trust'
And everybody in the world wanna be like us (everybody)

Chorus

To the kids of the world that's waitin for wealth
Waitin for health, you better do for self
Homey that's yo' last cup
Forget about the fast buck; boy, get you ass up
People use yo' brain to gain
Do something that ain't never been done; and we can spend hun's
Wipe our ass with twenties, light our joints with ones
Throw away the guns, have nuttin but fun
And homey we could do that {shit}!
Police have a fit, when yo' paper's legit
We gotta get off the phone, we gotta teach our own
Send your baby to school and she'll come back grown
We got to talk to our grandma's
And she'll help us throught them dark halls, and them pitfalls
Everybody know we got the world to gain
We got to stop the pain, lord stop the rain

Chorus

Keep goin, little homey why you slowin？
Keep rollin, little homey why you slowin？
Keep rollin, little homey why you slowin？
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin

Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Yeah young thug, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
(get your mind right, and get your grind right)
Yeah young thug, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours.. (ice cube..)
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
(the best thing in life is life)
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
(i got to say it twice)
Yeah young thug, the world is yours..
(the best thing in life is life)
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
(get your mind right, and get your grind right)
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Yeah young thug, the world is yours..


15.Waitin' Ta Hate


16.You Ain't Gotta Lie Ta Kick It

You ain't gotta lie ta kick it

I know ya like to see me doin' bad
But i'm doin' good, fuck the police that's rollin' thru my
neighborhood
Fuckin' peaker wood see me in the five speed
I don't care if his motherfuckin' eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, this is my world
Don't get mad when you see them hundred smokes squirel (？)
Candied out while you spit yo' last on the pearl
The don daada, i'm hotta than holly watta
Wish i was your baby fatha, cuz i got a fuckin' head on my
shoulder
And lead in my holster, face on the poster
The kinda nigga that you wanna get close ta'
But you can't so you start the lyin'
Just like that nigga that think he dyin'
Get ta cryin', snitchin' and testifyin'
To all my people if i'm talkin 'bout your baby mama
When she meet ice cube tell her save the drama

Yo cube, im goan have all da biches here

,you ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey ain't call me back
But i just paged my auntie

,you ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie

,you ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

,you ain't got to lie ta kick it--

I'm a be as real as i can with this
Not just the fake analyst on canabis, who only say that the
world is
Scandalist, without findin' out a way to handle this
Dismantle this, either with the rhyme or the fist
How the fuck we get in the belly of this bitch？
I be rich if it wasn't for the snitch
Lyin' to the enemies, wild conspiracies
I'm a say this 'till the day that i die
Seven thirty fives bring on bitches lies
While you bullshitin', i'm hard hittin' like
2pac, i keep spittin' 'till my heart stop
Young niggas tryin' to tell me that i'm played
Once they say you played, nigga you must be payed (ha ha! huh
ha)
Pushin' weight since the tenth grade do my thing
Got more plaques than jordan got rings, nigga sayin'

Yo cube, i got the new biz 9000

,you ain't got to lie ta kick it--

I got the playstation in the windshield nigga!

,you ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie

,you ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

,you ain't got to lie ta kick it--

I hate to see your ass comin' (yep), with your mouth runnin'
Talkin' 'bout somethin' (what？), that ain't meanin' nothin'
'bout your second cousin (hmm), who be always buzzin'
Where she was or wasn't, who she now fuckin'
Stories by the dozen punch you got the sequel (what？)
To let you tell it randy moss is your people
It's evident, your ass lie like the president
But stretch marks on your mouth is the evidence (ha ha)
How the fuck can your friends be the benjamins？! (punk)
And your little ass car's full of fender benz
There you go on the stand with your hand up (lyin')
Testifyin' about a man that's in handcuffs
We should do you like the mack said
And if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a black head
Let him ooze, let him loose
Let him lie by his motherfuckin' ass on the news (yeah yeah)

Yo cube, check out this ring, 69 karots

,you ain't got to lie ta kick it--

It's kryptonite nigga, kryptonite!

,you ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie

,you ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

,you ain't got to lie ta kick it--

{repeat last 4 lines}


17.You Can Do It

Yeah, yeah
Get your ass and hurra
Uh, ice cube baby
Ninety-nine baby
I'm on the grind baby
All the time baby
Show me something

You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it

Tic-tic-boom
Hear me banging down these back streets
Bumpin' blackstreet, fiending like an athlete
Life ain't a track meet (no)
It's a marathon
Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on
We be clubbing till the day we die
Nigga ask the bartender if you think we lie
But if you think we high, nigga think again
Cause when it's sink or swim
You got to think to win
And if i drink this here
Everybody will know it
Cause i ain't going for it
So pray to the lord that i don't pull out
Cuss out and bust out
Go to nigga raveling
Make the clip traveling, uh
You can try to smoke an ounce to this
While i pronounce this shit
Baby bounce them tits
Mama move them hips
Baby shake them cheeks
I got dick for days
You got ass for weeks, yeah, yeah

Don't stop get it, get it
(that's real)
Don't stop nigga hit it
(i will)
I'm gon' do it, gon' do it
Gon' do it, do it, do it

You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it

Now all i wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
The thug ones, relatives and my cousins
And i got m by the dozen
When they buzzin', quick to say fuck your husband
This is for my niggas locked away
Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date
But when we hit checkmate with ice cube the great
As soon as i get a word we can rush the safe
Fuck them license plates because life is great
It don't matter if you're rich and your folks ain't straight
I'm still coming with that underground gangsta shit
No matter how many niggas say we ain't the shit, bitch

Don't stop get it, get it
(that's real)
Don't stop nigga hit it
(i will)
I'm gon' do it, gon' do it
Gon' do it, do it, do it

You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it

I do hard core rhyming, hard time grinding
With will i pimp hoes
Other niggas wine and dine them
Gotta love this pup shit
Passing the mud shit
Pockets on flood shit
Og lyrical blood shit
I don't rent i buy shit
Niggas jealous of my shit
You unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit
While you're rooting and recruiting
Nigga 6-8 whooping
I was in the hood shooting cause i had the wife whooping
I come from padres gold in oversized jars
I past up strife and got star awards
No time for playa hating, mack paper chasing
Came out the substation to the hip hop nation
The mo' hits the mo' bigga with illegal weight figga
Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga
Bust the first asshole to show i can hit it
I keep pushing, don't quit it
Don't stop till i get it

Don't stop get it, get it
(that's real)
Don't stop nigga hit it
(i will)
I'm gon' do it, gon' do it
Gon' do it, do it, do it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Don't stop get it, get it
(that's real)
Don't stop nigga hit it
(i will)
I'm gon' do it, gon' do it
Gon' do it, do it, do it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
You can do it put your back into it
I can do it put your ass into it
Put your ass into it
We be clubbing
Freaky gyration is close to fornication
We be clubbing
Freaky gyration is close to fornication？yeah uh-huh, ice cube,
westside connection
Know how we do？
We puttin' it down, constantly
Get your ass up and hurra