Lyrics Ice Cube - The Product

Lyrics Ice Cube - The Product

I was told cause I didn't witness the whole act
In and out was the movement of the bozack
It was hot and sweaty and lots of pushin
Then the nut came gushin
And it was hell tryin to bail to the ovary
With nothin' but the Lord lookin' over me
I was white with a tail
But when I reached the finish line young black male!
One cell made two and two cells made fo'
And so on so now I'm a embryo
Then I got a hunch
That I'ma be on lock down, for nine months
Chillin', with my mother to guide me
And nothin' but a stomach to hide me
From all that worry and bullshit
Nine months later, I elbow pull and kick
Cause my time is up and I don't care
With one big push, I'm outta there
June 15th, it's just my luck
In 1969, a nigga is the product

"Ghetto ass nigga, you ain't shit,
And you ain't gon' never be shit!"

I learned how to walk and talk and all that
They put me in school, but it don't matter
Cause I'm sittin' in history
Learnin' bout a sucker, who didn't give a fuck about me
They try to shape us
But I know Uncle Sam is a motherfuckin' rapist
So I stopped payin' attention
Ice Cube, headed, straight to detention
Fuck that shit, I roam the hallways
I'm sent home and I don't got all A's
A high school dropout
My father had beef so I tried to knock pops out
But I got tossed, he's the boss
I'm out of there and mad cause I lost
Now bein' on my own is a factor
So I become, the neighborhood jacker
Gimme your car, run your jewels
Makin' a livin' robbin' fools
And if I let my nine rang out
You know, it'll make your brains hang out
So what's your fate?
Am I the nigga you love, or the one you love to hate?
The wrong answer is said, the nigga fled
I pump lead, now he's in a puddle of red
And if you got a buck, you're shit out of luck
Stuck up by the motherfuckin' product

"Uh-uh motherfucker you gots to get a job
If you want to stay in my motherfuckin' house"

"Many young men reject the traditional values
That are important to their parents.
Church, school and family
Have been replaced by street, turf, and gang."

Twenty-one now, and paid in full
Feelin' bad, from all the shit I pulled
On people back in the day
Plus, I got a little baby on the way
So I'm tryin' to go straight
I'm with my baby's momma, out on a date
Til the punk ass cops ran my plate
Now I'm on a bus upstate

"Oh, the young nigga done caught a case!"
"Sittin' in the mess hall, sayin' my grace"

Sent to a concrete hoe-house
Where all the products go, no doubt
Yo momma, I gotta do eleven
Livin' in a five by seven
Dear baby, your man's gettin' worn out
Of seein' young boys gettin' they assholes torn out
And then he got shanked with a spoon
And he was 'sposed to get out soon
Is it my fault, he was caught in production
Where a young black life means nothin'
Just because, I didn't want to learn your grammar
You say I'm better off in the slammer
And it's drivin' me batty
Cause my little boy, is missin' daddy
I'm ashamed, but the fact is
I wish pops let me off on the mattress
Or should I just hang from the top bunk
But that's goin out like a punk
My life is fucked!
But it ain't my fault, cause I'm the motherfuckin' product

"He ain't shit"

Lyrics Ice Cube - Ghetto Bird

Lyrics Ice Cube - Ghetto Bird

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

"Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird"
"Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird"

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

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

Officer Bird's on his way, and I don't want to see him
could you please give me the keys to the B.M.?
See, I didn't want to gank you
but don't make me bank you, thank you
Tried to get yo the hood, and you might guess
that a fool like me woulda shot Cyrus
Incognito, Ghetto Eagle
Saying, "Fuck, where did he go?"
I bust me a left from Rubellon. Park
The 735 and I'm bailin'
Went to my homegirl's house and got a hug man,
She helped me run like Harriet Tubman
Looked out the window by the black bed
I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed
Then the light from the bird hit me in the face
I close the blinds cause I didn't want to catch a case
All that night, I heard the bird circle
while I was eating fish and watching Urkel
She said I could sleep on the couch
By two A.M. I was digging her out
Fuck the ghetto bird

"Which way is he going now?"
"Ok, now, now he's, he's actually southbound, on a service street
and, uh, Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here and figure
out which service street he suddenly turned off on. Uh, the sheriffs
are, are, well I know that, Sheriffs ground units got thrown off"

Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird

Lyrics Ice Cube - You Gotta Lotta That

Lyrics Ice Cube - You Gotta Lotta That

Hey, you wit the ass
You wit the ass
Come here
Wassup

What's your name girl
Who you come wit
I'm with Snoop Dogg
And my whole click

[Chorus: x2]
A nigga need a shot a that
And I know where they got it at
Damn girl you gotta lotta that
Why don't'cha let a real nigga goin' and handle that

Look at you girl, light brown, ass round
Feel like a nigga chasin' down a rebound
It's bouncin' like a basketball
If you got no ass at all
Sorry girl but you won't make the casting call
Skinny bitches need to find that nutritious
Shit that makes yo ass so thick and delicious
Is it the food or is it the water
That make your daughter show what momma taught her

Come here, let me whisper in your ear
Tell you all that bullshit that you want to hear
You'll probably hate my fuckin' guts in a year
But right about now, you like a niggas style, huh?
How I talk, how I smell, how I smile
How I faint, how I fuck, how I growl
Fuck with me, you get your meat and your vegetables
Fuck with him, you get a fuckin' metro sexual
You want a man stronger than you
Not a motherfucker in the mirror longer than you
Break a nail and his punk ass lookin' for glue
You want a nigga with a hard dick lookin' at you

[Chorus]

You came up there lookin' all cute and stuff
You and yo home girl, a pimp couldn't get enough
You talk that shit, like you wasn't up there just to fuck
But guess what, now bitch you with us
Yeah have a sip, go take a puff
Go and split another blunt, now roll it up
What's yo name, a nigga love how you came
You just in need of some game
And I got that good thing
Yeah it's a west side hood thing
Let you party all day and hit you with that ding-a-lang
I got that good shit lollipop
And once I get up in ya, I make that body rock
You's a thick little bad bitch, walk with a switch
All you need now is some gangsta dick
It's the Big Bowwizow, you know I'm on the prizow
Doggie Shizow to make your kitty cat meow
Big beak, freak-a-leak, fuck some sleep
And don't tell me that I'm in to deep
OK, alright,
West side baby girl, we do it all night

[Chorus]

Do yo thing girl, fuck what they lookin' at
Shake it for me mami, work that pussy cat
Do yo thing girl, fuck what they lookin' at
Shake it for me mami, work that pussy cat
Put it on me girl, what the fuck you scared of
We just in the club actin' like we makin' love
I know you full a liquor, put it on my zippa
Drop it down now, and throw it on a nigga

[Chorus]

Lyrics Ice Cube - Now I Gotta Wet'cha

Lyrics Ice Cube - Now I Gotta Wet'cha

It's on like Donkey Kong
You wanted that fast buck
Now I gotta light that ass up
The nigga with the big fat trigger
Don't test me, gravedigger had the swig
Of the ST, remember the time we first met her
You threw your set up now you gotta get wetter
Boom! Ping! Buck! Pow!
Now who's that nigga with the different style?
Uh, ya wanted ta trick
It's all about the pud and who can empty it
First mate, they made day AK
And I'll Kurtis Blow ya ass away like AJ
I'm almost certain I'm put on the hurtin'
Bitch, it's curtains!
Locced in my motherfuckin' head
Gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared
You in danger, Mr Gangbanger
It ain't cool to take nappy from a stranger
Wit'cha drive-by's it took time to catch ya
But now I gotta wet'cha

[Chorus]
Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha)
Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha)
I'm comin' ta get'cha (get'cha)
You better hope I don't catch ya (catch ya)
(You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger
(You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger

S-I-M-I
Valley for the KKK, Rodney!
A place on the map where the order is
Though devils can't leap up a motorist
And get nothin' but a slap on the wrist
Gorillas, gorillas report to the mist
The fist of fury and I'ma shove em
Motherfuck the jury and who ever love em
Why you have to leave it to Beaver?
Now I'm chasin' Beaver' ass with a cleaver
With the sling, sling, sling and chop, chop, chop
Get them on, nigga
Cos tonight we're havin' chopped liver
And I'ma cut out'cha heart
Start the fryin' pan for the devil a'la carte
Twelve motherfuckers ya better be glad I never met'cha
Cos I'm gonna wet'cha

[Chorus]

Now wet motherfuckers are bloody
Cos a bullet'll mould your ass like silly putty
White in the shape
A hollow point'll run up in ya like ya got weight
Comin' out'cha back, Mr Mack
Now they got yo' guts in a sack
Use to have ya crew real fat in a huddle
Now you're wet in a puddle, here is the Ice Cube rebuttle
You ain't gotta chance, cos even if my bullet just glance
Ya still wet your pants
So what'cha wanna do when I got'cha ass point blank
Ya guaranteed to spank
Stiff as a board, ya floored
Go meet the Lord and then get ignored
Cos you're on your way to hell and that I can bet'cha
That's why I had to wet'cha

[Chorus]

(You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger

Lyrics Ice Cube - Get Money, Spend Money, No Money

Lyrics Ice Cube - Get Money, Spend Money, No Money

Yeah

Gangsta

Tell me all my children fore I come through is the hood in the buildin'(yes)
You won't believe what I'm dealing this west coast shit, oh what a feelin'
(ahhhh)
Niggaz think I'm drug dealin' 'cause I rolled out with no muthafuckin' sealing
(none)
Is he worth a hundred million no need to ask Ice Cube how I'm livin' (I'm
living loc)
I still got the recipe, South Central L.A. is the pedigree
Don't try to tell me what it better be, I have your ass up in physical therapy
I outlaw like a Cherokee, the industry tried to bury me
But if I die on a mike of a leraby I'm so heavy you bitches couldn't carry me

[Chorus:]
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a
fuck)
Your money ain't my fucking money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie
throw it up)
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a
fuck)
Your money ain't my fucking money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie
throw it up)

I don't accept no disrespect only thing I expect is self check
Just grin and bare it, got an ass whooping that your ass don't wanna inherit
Most rappers are parrots, they say what they told to say to get a neck fool of
carrots
Got your momma embarrassed, how long before they callin' us terrorists
nigga-I'm serious (I)
Keep it gangsta but I keeps a job cause it's, hard to sleep when you steal and
rob (and ya)
Got to run cause here comes the blob cause, Uncle Sam is like part of the Mobb
Break your self he'll take your wealth don't get it twisted u a muthafuckin'
elf
And Santa Claus will go for self all you got is your balls and your health

[Chorus:]

Niggaz brag about what they got, but we don't own a skyscraper, now that's
paypa
One generation from slums, happy for these little crumb...you little bums
We saw you pull up but nigga shut up (Shut up), you always talk about a
fuckin' car or truck
You always talkin' 'bout some fuckin' rims on terrior, that kinda shit will
keep an ass inferior
I'm tryina eat tomorro, not tryina hear bout the little bitty shit u ball
Saw your little bitty house on cribs, where you fuck your wife and feed your
kids (uhuhh)
Nigga be quiet ain't shit private, everything for sail you can buy it
All this self snitchin', all this self tellin' muthafuckas going back to the
watermelon

[Chorus: Repeat 3X]

Lyrics Ice Cube - A Gangsta's Fairytale

Lyrics Ice Cube - A Gangsta's Fairytale

Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch named Jill on the bus stop
Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe
At that type of shit he's a pro
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch a lil' nap
Dumb bitch, gave him the claps
Then he had to go see Dr. Bombay
Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way
To make some money, why not?
Down on Sesame Street, the dope spot
There he saw the lady who lived in a shoe
Sold dope out the front, but in back, marijuana grew
For the man that was really important
Who lived down the street in a Air Jordan
Ride to the fellow Mister Rogers and hoes
Drove a 500 sittin on Lorenzoes
He broke out, Little Bo Peep, smoked out
Saw, her and her friends sellin' sheepskins

Yo yo I got them sheepskins
Yo, my empty sheepskins
Yo baby, what's up with that?

Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock
Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock
I don't doubt it, she is kind of freaky of course
Had a fight with Snow White, she was fuckin her dwarfs
Saw a fight over colors, too
Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue
A bad influence? Yo I don't know
But Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the story should go

Yeah money, that's it, yeah money, that's it
This is Little Russ in the house
Rock that shit homey, rock that shit!
[Well, you know the rest]

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
With a joint, drinkin' some 8-ball
Three little pigs in a Coup de Ville
Lookin' for, the wolf to kill
They're fucked up and they want revenge
Them and Humpty used to be friends
Now they're enemies cause he's a traitor
Pulled out the Uzi cruised by and sprayed him
Cinderella hoeing for the fellas
And Mister Rogers is gettin' mighty jealous
Of the cash that the pigs were makin'
Time for the pigs to get turned to bacon
Cause Mister Rogers found out quick
That Humpty Dumpty was blown to bits
They said that the motherfuckin' wolf was next
So Mister Rogers better watch his step
So he let the wolf know
We're gonna fuck up the pigs, and take their ho
Cause Cinderella is much too fast
Before twelve, givin' up ass
Double barrels all loaded and cocked
As soon as they show, they gonna get popped
They bailed down Sesame Street and caught em
Little Boy Blue is up front givin' orders
Little did they know Cinderella was a fink
She called the cops and got thrown in the clink
A bad influence? Yo, I don't know
But Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the stories should go

Lyrics Ice Cube - Mental Warfare

Lyrics Ice Cube - Mental Warfare

[ice cube]
I love the sound of gangsta shit in the mornin'

[some guy]
Bitch you know the size
World motherfucking wide

[ice cube]
You ain't got to be in the pen to be in prison
You in the prison of your mutherfuckin' mind

[some guy]
What kinda time we got up here?

[ice cube]
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

[some guy]
Supreme gangster shit
We dream gangster shit

[ice cube]
Now I wanna see if you punk mutherfuckers is paying attention

I love the sound of gangsta shit in the mornin'

Lyrics Ice Cube - Penitentiary

Lyrics Ice Cube - Penitentiary

"Attention all nigga rows and nigga hoes
We've decided to rob this motherfucker the legal way
Nobs injecting ourselves to become property on the stock
In the penal system. In the justice system"

Penitentiary I hear you calling me
Penitentiary I hear you calling me
Penitentiary I hear you calling me
Penitentiary I hear you calling me

As the world turns it burns while it's spinning
Coming to a fucked up ending
I can't wait till the day everything in the hood is straight
And I can hit the purty gates
Until then, the pen is unfair
Slave ships in the middle of nowhere (ma)
I lets my goddamn hair grow (ma)
Bellin' in court, lookin' like a scarecrow
On Capital Hill, they them passed a bill
Coming at me with a fucked-up deal (nah)
The judge gave me a 'L'
But y'all can't tell
I wait and cry in my cell
Convicted negro, superhero
Speaker at our house
Takin' lyrics in my mouth
Bitches in the south showin' ass (mm)
Mix a lot, got hoes puttin' titties on the glass
We blast in the west for example
And rap about this shit over funkadelic samples
Yo' babies see me kill a fool on TV (Wilson!)
And straight call me a G

[Chorus]
Penitentiary, I hear you calling me
Penitentiary, I hear you calling me
Thinkin' of illegal ways to get paid
But it ain't shit, got to be legit

[Bridge]
South-central L.A.
You can buy your game from the C.I.A., hey-hey
And South-central L.A.
You can buy your game from the C.I.A. baby

When the evil outweighs the good
And you only give a fuck about rucks
The Earth will self-destruct (Bitch)
Fuck the ozone layer, bitch I'm a player (Bitch)
Plus we got a black mayor
I get sex when I shows flex (Boom!)
Porbey Rolex (Boom!)
Which hoe is next? (Boom!)
Would you like a piece of me? Not a mate
Calling you a hoe 'cause I'm fucking on the first day (uh)
My world is a one-mile radius
I swear every other hood is the shadiest (uh)
Could the crips and bloods be all rotten
When the trilateral commission is plottin'?
What you gonna do when the Earth erupts?
Some niggas gettin' nuts outa carafel cups (punk)
Fool you on master's woe
But won't even think about, sucking Bob Doe (punk)
Asshole from the Senate
How can you relate to a project tennant?
Motherfuck you and not the court man, no corrections
Tryina' get a section of this west-side connection

[Chorus: x2]

[Bridge]

[Repeat: x3]
Just because you gotta stay
You ain't gotta rot away
We goin' come and get you one day

Lyrics Ice Cube - Nothing Like L..A.

Lyrics Ice Cube - Nothing Like L..A.

[Chorus]
I can show you the paws my balls
The Taj Mahals to the strip in M.I.A.
I can show the waterfalls in Spain and Prague
To the beach in St. Tropes
I can show you the world girl the world girl
But ain't nothing else like L.A.
I can show you the world girl the world girl
But ain't nothing else like L.A.
Nothing like L.A.

When they come to L.A. they got the wrong impression
When they come to L.A. they gotta learn they lesson
When they come to west coast it's such an obsession
When they come to play it out I'm just an exception
When it comes to girl I need your affection
Every time you walk by you get my inspection
All you gotta do now is make your selection
And it won't be hard to win this election

[Chorus]

I done been around the world I ain't impress
I can't wait till we hit L.A.X
Yea Tokyo is cool and yea I feel the UK
But can't nothing can fuck with California
Especially L.A. and I'm feeling the bay
But ain't nothing like rolling down P.C.H.
Top down west bound it's all good
You don't go Hollywood when you're from Hollywood
Let's go to the hood and fuck with the haters
Then head to the Staples Center and hang with the Lakers
Number six is cool but number twenty four is the champ
And even D Wade and Chris Bosh know that

[Chorus]

The B.E.T. awards and even the Grammy's
They always pick L.A. over Miami
I love Miami I ain't dissing Miami
But where would you rather get robbed for your Grammy?
Ain't nothing like Sunset Boulevard
Compton and Watts if you wanna be hard
We got it all what you thought not at all
If you sick of this shit than take a Tylenol
It's just me and my woman verses all of y'all
And we taking a bow for our curtain call
The angels are lost they don't wanna be found
If God is looking for 'em I can show him around

[Chorus]

Lyrics Ice Cube - Hood Mentality

Lyrics Ice Cube - Hood Mentality

Fuck school, nigga, I'ma be a dope dealer,
I'ma be a killer, yup a urban guerrilla,
I'ma stack strilla, yeah, buy me a villa,
Sell a five-oh to my Auntie Priscilla,
I don't give a fuck that she look like thriller,
Hit that shit, one more time and fuck around and kill her.
Cause I got the heart of a Pittsburgh Steeler,
Black nigga, draped in gold with a nine milla,

Love money, love jail, love that penitentiary mail,
Love the way these niggas smell, keep comin' back, can't you tell,
Love to see my mama cry, love to see my babies struggle,
Love to see my woman juggle nuts cause she got the hustle,

I don't give a fuck, how my life go,
Now I'ma slave man to this cave man, without Geico
Everybody wanna a car, Michael a psycho
But he ain't never came through the hood with a rifle,
Gunnin' niggas down cause they don't got the right clothes,
Hit the wrong person cause we shoot just like hoes,
First I was blood thirsty, Mr. Mr. Controversy,
Now I wanna beg for mercy, should of took my ass to first

[Chorus]
If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality,
How the fuck we suppose to change our reality,
If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality,
How the fuck we suppose to change our reality,
If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality,
How the fuck we suppose to change our reality,
If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality,
How the fuck we suppose to change our reality,

Fuck school, Nigga, if I grow a little taller,
Everybody tell me I'ma gonna do it, I'm gonna be a baller,
So fuck that thinkin', fuck that thinkin',
Fuck them Lincolns, I want Franklin's
Come back through here with my crew, I'ma gonna have my own shoe,
I'ma gonna be that little fool, coming in your living room,
Startin' point guard, nigga, fresh outta middle school,
Either is the NBA, or is the NFL,
I dunno what else I can do, to keep my ass self outta jail,
I wanna be like Tiger Woods, swing that club, make you sick,
I wanna be like Pacman Jones, I wanna be like Michael Vick,
I wanna be like Barry Bonds, I wanna be like OJ Simpson,
Leader's feel, leader's prison, tell you motherfuckers where to kiss em,
I wanna be all broke'd up, moving all old and slow,
I wanna be a alcoholic, just like Barway Joe,
I wanna be a side show, kinda like Iron Mike,
Used to have a few Bentley, now I just ride a bike,

[Chorus]

Fuck school, nigga, they ain't tryin' to educate me,
All they give a fuck is what I memorize lately,
I'ma gonna have to teach myself,
Clock that money, get that wealth,
I wanna be like Santa Claus,
I don't wanna be no fucking elf,
No kid left behind, buddy get the run around,
Can't you motherfuckers see that they tryin' to doom us down,
Don't trust the government, president, is for sale,
He don't give a fuck about a nigga, just a oil well,
Sell crack, go to jail, bust a rap, go to hell,
Do I got to sell my soul, if I wanna go to Yale,
Go kiss Oprah's ass, if you wanna be Gail,
I rather have my ass kissed, up in Bloomingdale,
You can go, be a pimp, you can go, be a hoe,
But you only gonna get paid off, what you know,
If you don't know shit, then you can't work for me,
Cause you read your first book, in a penitentiary,

[Chorus]

Lyrics Ice Cube - Right Here Right Now

Lyrics Ice Cube - Right Here Right Now

This right here is payback
From way back
I don't play that
I don't play that
I don't play that
I don't play that

Recognize a real don when you see one
And don't try to be one, you fuckin' peon
I been like Deon for eons
You ain't nothing but a biatch

Messed around and let me read up
I come back through and tear the street up
Ice cube, nigga, you better D up
And when I come by, bitch, you better be up

Ass up, face in the pillow
I don't give a fizzle
Got to do my bizzle
The only nizzle that'll never ever fizzle
Original, you niggas know

[Chorus]
(Right here, right now)
You gotta get 'em up
Who wants some?
You better get 'em up
Come get some
Come get some
Come get some
You gotta get 'em up
Who wants some?
You better get 'em up

Got to get with ya
Hit you wit' these things that I'm holding
Who wanna squab with the frozen?
Now, who wanna battle with the chosen?
You nigga's lotion
I'm no emotion
I'm shrapnel from the explosion
Hit you in the face while you posing

High as Jimmy Hendricks
I lined up ten dicks and took out appendix
So go get forensics
Let 'em know I'm Geronimo
Till it's my time to go
You better find your ho
Get your babies and your mama
And move to Guantanamo
Doubt my skills
I'm payin' my bills
I'm up in the hills
You niggas are kills
Even though I'm on a fucked up label
You bitches know what I can bring to the table

[Chorus]

This right here - it's payback
From way back
I don't play that
I don't play that
I don't play that
I don't play that

I like bitches like you
5'2", wearing light blue
The freak get high too
With a fly dude
Not a Erika Badu
That's looking for an "I do"
Now, what can I buy you
Just to try you?
Need another bitch to lie to
Need another bitch in my coupe
Oh, please can I trouble you
For a double scoop

A nigga need some T and A
Now you can get dick, but you can't get no DNA
I heard you was a big freak
(Can I hang?)
Bitch, look down - I got some big feet
I like Mike and Ike's
I like watchin' dikes
I like goin' to fights
I like earnin' my stripes
In the book of life
There's only two women
Big ol' good ones
And good ol' big ones

[Chorus]

Lyrics Ice Cube - Once Upon A Time In The Projects

Lyrics Ice Cube - Once Upon A Time In The Projects

Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit to ya
And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot
She said fuck em, cause they get sparked alot
I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable
And then I put my nikes on the coffee table
Her brother came in he's into gangbangin'
Cause he walked up and said "what set you claimin"
I don't bang I write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up
He threw up a set and then he was gone
I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on
Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth
And fired up the sess it was sess no doubt
She said please excuse my house and all that
I said yeah cause I was buzzed from the contact
Lookin' at a fucked up black and white
Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right
She had another brother that was three years old
And had a bad case of the runny nose
He asked me who I was then I had to pause
It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers
I saw her sister that needs get her ass kicked
Only thirteen and already pregnant
I grabbed the forty out the bag and took a swig
Cause I was getting overwhelmed by bebe kids
They were runnin and playin and cursin and yellin
And tellin and look at this young punk bailin
I heard a knock on the door without the password
And her mom's got the 12 guage mossberg
The nigga said "yo, what's for sale"
And the bitch came out with a bag of ya-yo
She made the drop and got the 20 dollars
From a smoked out fool with ring around the collar
The girl I was waiting for came out
I said bitch I didn't know this was a crack house
I got my coat and suddenly
The cop busted in and had a mac-10 pointed to my dome
And I said to myself once again it's on
He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin no slack
Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back
First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up
They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up
I said fuck how much abuse can a nigga take
Hey yo officer you're making a big mistake
Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope
He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case
He said get out my face and musta had a grudge
His reply tell that bullshit to the judge
The girl I was with wasn't sayin nothin
I said aiyyo bitch you better tell em somethin
She started draggin and all of a sudden
We all got tossed in the patty wagon
Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point
I had a warrant so I spent 2 weeks in the joint
Now the story you heard has one little object
Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects!

Lyrics Ice Cube - Get Use To It

Lyrics Ice Cube - Get Use To It

If you try to get wit me
Pull a four on the fifty
Fuck yo monkey ass up like Bobby did Whitney
Trigger fingers get itchy
When niggaz get bitchy
And they need they story told on Jerry or Ricki
Well you're green and you're iffy
I'm clean and I'm spiffy
If they lock me up today I'll be back in a jiffy
All my niggaz that's wit me
All my bitches are picky
To ride around that's right on time
Bitch you know it's tricky
Take a hit of the sticky
Everybody get tipsy
When we hittin' that whiskey
All my niggaz get pissy
Don't fuck wit no sissy
All we bumpin' is missy
If you know where I am motherfucker come get me
I'm a man out of mickey
All my niggaz love hickies
That don't go away til ya well in your sixties
All I'm wearin' is dickies
Don't try to evict me
When we come to Atlanta we gon' re-open Nickies

I'm a gangsta rap teacher, nigga you better know it
It's the Don Gotti Jr. slash motherfuckin' poet
Sit back and take notes while I spin like hundred spokes
My flow is razor sharp I'm comin' straight for ya throat
With that west coast gang bang
Watch him when his chain hang
East coast down south
Niggaz do the same thang
Throw up ya dubs like Wu-Tang who bang
Harder than that nigga barrelin' thru ya hood wit two chains
Swangin' like he's nuts, 'cuz he don't give a fuck
I know nigga that ain't bangin' in no khaki's or some chucks
It's that westside, connected with that nigga who flow so wreckless
He spent a hundred thousand on his necklace, I bet this
Motherfuckin' coast ain't got shit after me
Ain't have shit before Cube except a Dub C
The mack circle is back with mad purple in fact
I'm 'bout to join the Lynch mob that's me squirtin' the mack

Lyrics Ice Cube - Hood Robbin'

Lyrics Ice Cube - Hood Robbin'

Man I ain't gonna be shit in the morning after drinking that

If I can sell you the American dream,
I can sell you anything

I got to get out, I'm getting put out of my house
I got to pack up, my refrigerator and couch
It's a set up, but the bank wants me out
Or the L.A.P.D. will smoke me out
This suggestible weight, it choke me out
They gave me a loan and I had no clout
They gave me a house, for me and my spouse
Call my momma and my aunt,
Y'all should re-finance,
I let them dance with the devil,
Dig their own grave and I gave them the shovel
Fuck, my daddy built that house
And when he got drunk he almost killed that house
Is this the American dream, or the American scheme?
That got me walking in these American streets?
Its kinda sad when you have to get a hernia,
Cause you help your grand mama move her furniture

If I can sell you the American dream,
I can sell you anything

Look at this maggot, with a stimulus package
I can give a fuck about a Dow Jones average
What the fuck you do when your paycheck is average?
Law abiding citizen turn into a savage,
Got to feed the children, got to feed the habit
Fell into a rabbit hole, chasing that rabbit
Now I'm in wonderland feeling like the Son of Sam
I'm at your west coast branch, gun in hand
I'ma feel like superman,
Walk by the teller, better call the trooper, man
It's the revenge of the lambs,
"big bad wolf, we're sick of these scams"
Sick of these plans, sick of this dance
Walk into his office took the nine out my pants
You're not a man, you're a serpent
Then I pray to God nigga nine get to workin'

I never get the working
You know I heard they hood robbin',
Your money or your life and there ain't no stoppin' 'em,
I never get the working
You know I heard they hood robbin',
Your money or your life and there ain't no stoppin' 'em,
Ain't that a bitch,
When you got to steal from the poor,
And give to the rich
Ain't that a bitch,
When you got to steal from the poor,
And give to the rich

Uh, drug dealer M.D.
Doctor feel good, give you what you need
In California, prescribe that weed
Oxycontin and codeine
Turn your grand mama into a fiend
And see the cyanide first hit ain't free
I know you bout to die, but let me see your I.D.
I know you bout to lie, but can you pay this fee?
If you can't pay, then please have a seat
You can't see a doctor but you could see a priest
We can't save your life until we get some insurance
Your premium is paid, add that insurance
I hope you got endurance,
They got me on hold and I'm under they influence
Nurse high as a kite,
In charge with my life,
And everything is lost,
Without blue cross

You know I heard they hood robbin',
Your money or your life and there ain't no stoppin' 'em,
You know I heard they hood robbin',
Your money or your life and there ain't no stoppin' 'em,
Ain't that a bitch,
When you got to steal from the poor,
And give to the rich
Ain't that a bitch,
When you got to steal from the poor,
And give to the rich

Whatever you need, we got it for cheap right here baby
This America, it ain't gon' cost ya nothin'
But a arm and a leg
Maybe one of them motherfuckin ears, ha ha
Don't trip, just put in on ya credit card,
Put it in ya baby' name, ha ha

Lyrics Ice Cube - Gotta Be Insanity

Lyrics Ice Cube - Gotta Be Insanity

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

Baby

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

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
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?

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
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

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
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
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
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

Lyrics Ice Cube - Stop Snitchin'

Lyrics Ice Cube - Stop Snitchin'

[Ice Cube]
Ice Cube (yeah!)
Callin' from a California state penitentiary
(Let me out this motherfucker)
We got over two million motherfuckers locked up
(Let me out this motherfucker) Stop snitchin'

Now how many MC's must get booed
Before somebody say don't fuck with Cube (you know!)
I'll strip you nude (butt-ass) in your living room
Face down, paralyzed from the waist down
I'm a buckin' clown, but don't fuck around
Doin' movies now, but I'll lay you down
South Central style, pull them thangs out
Don't make a millionaire have to send you there
You know the story of the tortoise nigga and the hare
Nigga run nigga run never get there
I'ma walk, fuck a bitch when I get there
Nigga this a marathon, ask Farrakhan
Fuck the cemetery that I'm buried on (fuck 'em)
The blood of Ice Cube got to carry on (forever)
Forever what the fuck are they yellin'?
"Gangsta Gangsta," nigga stop tellin' stop snitchin'

[Chorus]
You can have whatever you want
In the hood, it's do's and don'ts
So when it get hot in this kitchen
Stop snitchin', nigga stop snitchin'

[Ice Cube]
Microphone master, super rhyme maker
Gun blaster, who's the life taker (who?)
Who the fuck is a lifetime Laker?
I slap the Maybeline off Tammy Faye Baker
Who the fuck got more than an acre?
In Los Angeles I got to have paper
I'm a nigga, don't talk to my neighbors
Straight asshole, always up in Vegas (yay yay)
Lay it out for these niggas to follow
Get the point, but these points is hollow
Now this here, is hard to swallow
But if you do it's like hittin' the lotto
Little nigga with big bravado
Hit the throttle niggas hit the bottle
Can give a fuck if they life is hollow
Where the fuck was you, when I rocked the Apollo, bitch?

Ay, who put this thing together? Me, that's who
Who I trust? Who I trust? me, thats who!

Nigga nigga nigga, can't you see
Somehow your words incarcerate me
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Lock me up in my prime, Muhammad Ali
Get out whoop yo' ass like Muhammad Ali
Rumble in the Jungle, nigga don't play Dumbo
In the hood nigga known as Columbo
Get the people on the phone, tell the jumble
Spit fluid and swear he didn't do it
Got my bottom bitch locked up with Martha Stewart
She say she had the hoe cookin' deep dish
She say Martha fuckin' cook fish and eat fish
Westside y'all niggas got to peep this
That's your weakness, can't keep a secret
Don't say shit, boy that's basic
They want to send a nigga back to the slave ship
Stop snitchin

[Chorus]

You can have whatever you choose
But out here, it's don'ts and do's
So after we finish this mission
Stop snitchin', nigga stop snitchin'

OK, OK

[Swizz Beatz: Repeat: x4]
One two, in the place to be
You rockin' with Ice Cube, and the homey Swizz Beatz

Keep your fuckin' mouth shut man

Lyrics Ice Cube - You Know How We Do It

Lyrics Ice Cube - You Know How We Do It

Yeah, yeah!
Fool you know how we do it

West Side
Comin' from the West Side
Nothin' but the West Side

Ain't nothin' 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 want to 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, i'll, fool I got skills
So, back on up 'fore I check that chin
Down as fuck and I'm full off Henn'
You gets no love and I thought you knew it
Fool, you know how we do it

Comin' from the West Side
West Side, comin' from the West Side

Chillin' with the homies, smellin' the bud
Double parked and I'm talkin' to Dub
about who got a plan, who got a plot
whom got got, and who got shot
Cause everybody knows that he got the info
Crazy Toones hangin out the window
Fool I got them bomb-ass tapes
Da Lench Mob, Planet of the Apes
I'm down with Eiht, and Watts Up
Kam is solo, they got nuts
When Ice Cube write a sentence
I want "The Bomb," just like George Clinton
S-K-D is down to catch a body
Put on Knee Deep, we'll turn out your party
You gets no love and I thought you knew it
Fool, you know how we do it

You know how we do it

Jack B. Nimble, and Jack B. Quick
if you want to jack me on a lick, cause
I'm that fool from South Central
You think you stuck yourself, with a number 2 pencil
That's how I poke hot lead in yo' ass
With "Mo' Bounce to the Ounce" in the dash
Mash up, Ve-nice, headed for the West
Everything is great, slow down for the dip
On a 100 and 8th and keep mashin'
Don't drink and drive to keep the fo' from crashin'
Stashin a glock and I thought you knew it
You know how we do it

Comin' from the West Side, West Side
Nothin' but a West Side
It's hittin' on the West Side
Fool, you know how we do it

Lyrics Ice Cube - Us

Lyrics Ice Cube - Us

Could you tell me who released our animal instinct?
Got the white man sittin' there tickled pink.
Laughin' at us on the avenue
Bustin' caps at each other after havin' brew
We can't enjoy ourselves
Too busy jealous
Of each other's wealth
Commin' up is just in me
But the Black community is full of envy
Too much back stabbin'
While I look up the street I see all the japs grabbin'
Every vacant lot in my neighborhood
Build a store, and sell their goods
To the county of recips ?
You know us po niggas, nappy hair and big lips?
Four or five babies on your crotch
And you expect Uncle Sam to help us out?
We ain't nothin' but porch monkeys
To the average bigot, redneck honky
You say comin' up is a must
But before we can come up, take a look at US

And all y'all dope-dealers
Your as bad as the po-lice- cause ya kill us
You got rich when you started slangin' dope
But you ain't built us a supermarket
So when can spend our money with the blacks
Too busy buyin' gold an' Caddilacs
That's what ya doin' with the money that ya raisin'
Exploitin' us like the Caucasians did
For four hundred years, I got four hundred tears- for four hundred peers
Died last year from gang-related crimes
That's why I got gang-related rhymes
But when I do a show ta kick some facts
Us Blacks don't know how ta act
Sometimes I believe the hype, man
We're messin' up ourselves and blame the white man
But don't point the finger you jiggaboo
Take a look at yourself ya dumb nigga you
Pretty soon hip-hop won't be so nice
No Ice Cube, just Vannilla Ice
And y'all sit and scream and cuss
But there's no one ta blame, but US

US will always sing the blues
'Cause all we care about is hairstyles and tennis shoes
But if ya step on mine ya pushed a button
"Cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin'
Just like a beast
But I'm the first nigga ta holler out (peace, black man)
I beat my wife and children to a pulp
When I get drunk and smoke dope
Got a bad heart condition
Still eat hog-mogs an' chitlin's
Bet my money on the dice and the horses
Jobless, so I'm a hope for the armed forces
Go to church but they tease us
Wit' a picture of a blue-eyed Jesus
They used to call me Negro
After all this time I'm still bustin' up the chiffarobe
No respect and didn't know it
And I'm havin' more babies than I really can afford
In jail 'cause I can't pay the mother
Held back in life because of my color
Now this is just a little summary
Of US, but y'all think it's dumb of me
To put a mirror to ya face, but trust
Nobody gives a fuck about

Lyrics Ice Cube - Ghetto Vet

Lyrics Ice Cube - Ghetto Vet

Life
Niggas used to come and get me
When it was time to disagree with an enemy
Pass the Hennessy it gives me energy
Packed the gat in the small of my back
Where these niggas at I clear the whole pack
Talkin' shit 'cause I'm down for my set I'm a vet
Smokin' on a wet cigarette
(who these niggas think they are)
(wishin' on a ghetto star I represent my tar)
I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs
'cause these westside niggas is harder thugs
Enslave us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis
Shootin' at your neighbors
(cause sometimes I feel like a nut don't give a fuck when I open ya up)
Hot rocks fly from the back seat and
Busta ass niggas run like a track meet
An if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' dinner little (what)
Killer king is the hospital
Feelin' numb from the bullets I hum
And when they hit black mothers have fits I don't give a shit

Fool I'm a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there

(For life) I'm still there
My house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass
Up early in the morning takin' out the trash
Feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser
Two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser
One on the peddles the other on the handle bars (what)
Tryin' be ghetto stars they said:
Are you from the west side is it so?
I said hell yea and who want to to know (me)
In slow mo fo' fo' slugs face down in the mud
Puddle full of blood left for dead
The pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legs
I meet doctor who at King Drew medical center
As I enter I see you
He said the bullet hit a nerve that was vital
I said I can't move my legs he said don't try to
Now this ain't the end my friend but you'll probably never walk again
I sit there motionless holdin' this pain inside contemplating suicide
At night I jerk and jerk
But my dick don't work it don't even hurt (damn)
Now who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube
I be pissin' through a tube fool I'm a vet

Fool I'm a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there
Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair

Fuck a V-A they need G-A
Gang hospital for a crippal now I'm drinkin' rippal
Same corner same hood I'm still there
With bandannas tied to my wheel chair
To all the hood rat hoes I'm fine
They mad 'cause my tongue get tired
Now everybody want to put they dope on me
Sayin' I won't get searched by the LAPD
I'm sitting on a doorway duece five
Dependin' on neck to keep my ass alive
I don't got folks but my arms about a one six
My fuckin' legs lookin' like tooth picks
Some times I can't deal got to beg the be G's to roll me up the hill
Put me on the porch now I'm on the torch smokin' cocaine
Just to maintain nothin' to gain nutin' to lose
And last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom
Feelin' like a two year old you can't get a sip from the brew I hold
Nigga its the only friend to a stranger AKA handicap gang banger
There's a lot in my life I regret becomin' a ghetto vet
Fool I'm a Vet

[Repeat: x2]
Fool I'm a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there
Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair

Life
Yea
Life
Yea
Life
Life
Dedicated to all the ghetto vets
For every nigga that done took one for the hood

Lyrics Ice Cube - What They Hittin' Foe?

Lyrics Ice Cube - What They Hittin' Foe?

Fucking around in a crap game
Niggas think I'm soft cause now I'm in the rap game
And I don't hang out as much
Bang out dope cuts
Standing on stage and I'm grabbing my nuts
But when it comes to getting in a circle
I'm hitting sevens turning broke niggas purple
Looking for Little Joe and the dumb nigga scream and choke
When deuce deuce hit the floor yo
Now which of ya want to fade the twenty?
I'm turnin your fat pockets skinny
Ah yeah I'm shaking the ivory
And boom it's like they die for me
Fool you can get loud, get mad, hit the joint
But don't forget my point
There it is yo
I put my Nike on the bet so it won't slide
Money gone cause I'm never hitting deuce-five
I'm never hitting four-trey no way
You want to leave but come on hoe stay
Nigga see but that'll work
Poppa needs brand-new shoes and a sweatshirt
Fool you can't even fuck with that
And now that I'm winning I gots to get my gat
Cause I see your homies starting to look
And broke motherfuckers they make the best crooks
And I'm feeling like a baller
Bucking fools now the circles getting smaller
Now you want to go and scheme
Punk niggas like you just love to triple-team
So I pick up my money and start walking
Cause now I let the gat start talking
Now since ya'll lost you want to go out like a sucker
Take that motherfucker