Альбом Ice Cube

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I heard payback’s a motherfucking nigga
That’s why I’m sick of gettin treated like a goddamn stepchild
Fuck a punk cause I ain’t him
You gotta deal with the nine-double-limb
The damn scum that you all hate
Just think if niggas decide to retaliate
They try to keep me from running up
I never tell you to get down it’s all about coming up
So what they do go and ban the ak?
My shit wasn’t registered any fucking way
So you better duck away run and hide out
When I’m rolling real slow and the lights out
Cause I’m about to fuck up the program
Shooting out the window of a drop-top brougham
When I’m shooting let’s see who drop
The police the media and suckers that went pop
And motherfuckers that say they too black
Put em overseas they be begging to come back
They say keep em on gangs and drugs
Yyou wanna sweep a nigga like me up under the rug
Kicking shit called street knowledge
Why more niggas in the pen than in college?
Now cause of that line I might be your cellmate
That’s from the nigga ya love to hate

Break
fuck you ice cube
Yeah, ha-ha, it’s the nigga you love to hate
fuck you ice cube
Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me
It’s the nigga you love to hate
yo, you ain’t doing nothing pops
Yo, you ain’t doing nothing pops for the brothers
What you got to say for yourself?
You do like how I’m living? well, fuck you

Once again it’s on, the motherfucking psycho
Ice cube the bitch killa cap peeler
Yo runnin through the line like bo
It’s no pot to piss in
I put my fist in
Now who do ya love to hate
Cause I talk shit and down the eight-ball
Cause I don’t fake you’re begging I fall off
The crossover might as well cut them balls off
And get your ass ready for the lynching
The mob is droppin common sense and
We’ll gank in the pen will shank
Any tom dick and hank or get the ass
Fake it ain’t about how right or wrong you live
But how long you live
I ain’t with the bullshit
I meet cold bitches no hoes
Don’t wanna sleep so I keep popping no-doz
And tell the young people what they gotta know
Cause I hate when niggas gotta live low
And if you’re locked up I dedicate my style in
From san quentin to rykers island
We got em afraid of the funky shit
I like to clown so pump up the sound
In the jeep make the old ladies say
Oh my God wait it’s the nigga ya love to hate

Break
fuck you ice cube
Yeah come on fool
It’s the nigga you love to hate
fuck you ice cube
Yeah run up punk
It’s the nigga you love to hate
yo, who the fuck you think you are calling girls bitches?
You ain’t all that
That’s all I hear, bitch, bitch
I ain’t nobody’s bitch
A bitch is a....

Soul train done lost they soul
Just call it train cause the bitches look like hoes
I see a lotta others damn
It almost look like the bandstand
You ask me did I like arsenio
About as much as the bicentennial
I don’t give a fuck about dissing these fools cause they all scared of
The ice cube
And what I say what I portray and all that
And ain’t even seen the gat
I don’t wanna see no dancing
I’m sick of that shit listen to the hit
Cause yo if I look and see another brother
On the video tryin to out-dance each other
I’m a tell t-bone to pass the bottle
And don’t give me that shit about role model
It ain’t wise to chastise and preach
Just open the eyes of each
Cause laws are made to be broken up
What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up
And build mold and fold theyself into shape
Of the nigga ya love to hate

Ice Cube with The Lench Mob, I got it goin on
A nigga that's livin in the city of the criminal zone
One-time can't keep the law in order
cos everybody's goin crazy for a quarter
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way I'm talkin I'm scarin ya
I'm darin ya to raise hell and bail and brag and sag
or beat down for ya flag
Cos if you is or you ain't a gangbanger
Keep one in the chamber
Cos you'll get them thangs put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin did my hair grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
for the day one of my homies wanna squab
I'm still rollin wit The Lench Mob

(AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted)

Back in the day I dip my shirt in dirt
Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes people got hurt
But if you know me, you know that I'm liable
to bust a cap cos it's all about survival of the fittest
I'm a menace crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
From the shit I took from people
I reap all your fat shit, jack
Back to the criminals sect
I leave crew after crew but they can't catch me yet
Cos I'm slick as slippery
They can't get wit me, cops ain't shit to me
I can't dig a pig so I drop the dogs
and sweat em like sweathogs
and get mad, mad cos I'm the nigga that flaunt it
AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted

Aiyo, here's what the poster read:
'Ice Cube is wanted dead'
That's all it said
I put heads to bed and fled the scene wit all the green
Hear shots and si-reens
When I feet first they yo' rings, now they my rings
So give it up punk and then I just
put another jack in progress
It's the American way
cos I'm the G-A-N-G-S-T-A
Ice Cube - a motherfuckin clepto
and tried to catch the early bird but they slept, so
who gets the worm?
And if I'm caught in a trap
you know I'ma beat the wack
with a payoff, cop gotta lay off
FBI on my dick, stay off!
I'm not a rebel or a renegade on a quest
I'm a nigga with a 'S' on his chest
so get the Kryptonite cos I'm a rip tonight
Cos I'm scarin ya, wanted by America

(Aiyo Cube man, they on your ass)

Word, but who the fuck has heard?
It's time to take a trip to the suburbs
Let em see a nigga invasion
Point blank for the caucasian
Cock the hammer then crackle, smile
Take me to your house, pal
Got to the house, my pockets got fat, see
Crack the safe, got the money and the jewellry
Three weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D
Had a little fly ass bitch wit me
Sittin in a dig, yo it couldn't be
(Whattup G?) Saw my face on TV
Damn (oh shit!) I didn't know I lucked out
Struck out, I gotta get the fuck out
Pack my bags and tried to hit the dough when
the ol' bitch down the street must've turned me in
Cos the feds was out there ten deep
I got hassled and gaffled in the back seat
I think back when I was robbin my own kind
The police didn't pay it no mind
But when I start robbin the white folks
Now I'm in the pen wit the soap-on-a-rope
I said it before and I'll still taught it
Every motherfucker with a colour is most wanted

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 wanna 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 wanna 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 wanna 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 y’all lost you wanna go out like a sucker
Take that motherfucker

Now the taste of alcohol is filling up my bladder
What’s the date and time it don’t matter
Had a pocket full of phone numbers I was trying to sort
To make a long story short
Ran into this girl named carla
Knew her from the back seat of my homie’s impala
She said what’s up yeah what’s the deal
Check the hairdo of course it ain’t real
Then I looked down she was fat in the front
I asked how long, well about seven months
Oh how time flies when you’re having fun
She said yeah but the damage is done
Where you been, on a little vacation
Oh by the way congratulations
Who’s the lucky man? I don’t have a clue
Then she said the lucky man is you
I dropped my brew
And everything looked fuzzy
Not a baby by you the neighborhood hussy
She said yeah remember that date
I thought back and tried to calculate
Then I said damn are you sure it’s mine
Cause I know you been tossed plenty of times
She said that day no I wasn’t whoring
Your ass is mine that’s when the sweat started pouring
Cause all I saw was ice cube in court
Paying a gang on child support
Then I thought deep about giving up the money
What I need to do is kick the bitch in the tummy
Naw cause then I’d really get faded
That’s murder one cause it was premeditated
So what I’m a do
I don’t have a clue
How many months left damn only two
I’m gettin faded

No cigar, g
Ay yo homey man I’m getting faded

It’s crazy cause before I could sleep with her
I had to duck and dodge and try to creep with her
See the booty and the front was all in place
But the girl had the pitbull face
So we ran jumped drove swam crawled hid
Oh lord God forbid
My homies see me at the motel
Cause those fools would love to just go tell
Everybody in the hood that knows your rep
So jump in the back seat and quiet is kept
And hold your big fat butt steady
Cause yo hoe I got the paper bag ready
She started moaning and gobbling like a turkey
I knocked the boots from here to albuquerque
I dropped her off man and I’m knowing
That I’m a hate myself in the morning
I got drunk to help me forget
Yo another day another hit shit
I’m gettin faded

Ay yo you know what time it is

Nine months later she’s ready to drop the load
And everybody in the hood already knows
It’s supposed to be mine so they laughing at me
You know ice cube can’t be having that g
I’m thinking to myself why did I bang her
Now I’m in the closet looking for the hanger
Jd and jinx and t-bone won’t let up they won’t shut up
I’m gettin fed up bitch
Cause I know you’re tryin to break me
But if I find out your tryin to fake me
I’m a buff that duff for a hoot
Beat ya down and leave a crown or two
That night she went into labor
And the shit is getting kinda major
The baby came out damn it was a lifesaver
Looking like my next-door neighbor
She said it was mine that was her best guess
But let’s check the results of the blood test
I started smiling yeah cause it read negative
Damn why did I let her live?
After that I should’ve got the gat
And bust and rushed and illed and peeled the cap
But no I just told the hoe who laid me
Excuse me bitch it’s a switch
You can’t fade me

Naw baby not this way
Yo you ain’t playing ice cube out like no booger
I don’t fall for the okey-doke
And before I fall for the okey-doke
I let the pistol smoke
Now sing it
Yeah baby you can’t fade me
Naw unfadable baby

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 niggers 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 walked 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 hate to feel bad but I’m in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up
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 ...
(police breaking into house annoucing themselves)
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 no slap jumped back
Stomped on my head and put his knee in my back
First he tried to wrap me up, slap 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 I 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!

Turn on the radio take a listen
What you’re missing
Personally I’m sick of the ass-kissing
What I’m kicking to you won’t get rotation
Nowhere in the nation
Program directors and dj’s ignored me
Cause I simply said fuck top forty
And top thirty top twenty and top ten
Until you put more hip-hop in
Then I might grin but don’t pretend that you’re down with the c
And go and dis me in a magazine
How could you figure the brother could dig ya
Dj face down in the river
No it’s not a threat but a promise
I’m as
Crazy as they come see
Mama didn’t love me
All I got is my nine
And to calm the savage beast here’s the alpine

turn off that bullshit!
Turn off that motherfucking radio!
Turn off that bullshit!
Turn off that motherfucking radio!
Turn off that bullshit!
Play the music motherfucker put the music on
Damn!

Tune in to the radio listen for a minute
Yo g stick a fucking tape in it
Cause all the radio do is gangle
That r&b love triangle
If you’re out there kicking it with the brothers
You don’t care about lovers
You wanna hear a young nigga on the mic
Going buck wild
Throwing and flowing and showing new styles
That’s where I’m coming from
Reality that’s what they’re running from
So if you’re down with ice cube let me know that you know
Yo turn off the radio

you know what? you know what?
Basically those black guys and those rap guys
They don’t know what the fuck they’re doing
I hate those fuckers
I hate em
Especially that one guy
The amerikkka’s most wanted
Ice cube--i hate that fucker
Get him off the air, get him off, get him off
Get that rap shit out of here!
just get me a gat so I can smoke this motherfucker!

Peace. haha don’t make me laugh!
All I hear is muthafucker’s talkin’ sucotash
Livin’ large, tellin’ me to get out the gang
I’m a nigga, gotta live by the trigger
How the fuck do you figure?
That I can say peace and the gunshots won’t cease
Every cop killin’ goes ignored
They just send another nigga to the morgue
A point scored- they could give a fuck about us
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
If I was old, they’d probably be a friend of me
Since I’m young, they consider me the enemy
They kill ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and break a niggas neck
Cuz I’m the one with the trunk of funk
And ’fuck tha police’ in the tape deck
You should listen to me cuz there’s more to see
Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities
The other color don’t know you can run but not hide
These are tales from the darkside...

Verse two:

You wanna free africa, I stare at yuh
Cuz we ain’t got it too good in america
I can’t fuck with them overseas
My homeboy died over a key of cocaine
It was plain and simple
The 9mm went pop to the temple
pop pop pop was the sound I put the bitch down
And ran to the schoolyard bathroom
Looked in the trash can yo it had room
So I ducked my ass in it for a minute
Covered with sweat I had the layback
Mad as fuck, thinkin’ about the payback
Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun
I went home and cocked the barrel of my shotgun
It’s gettin’ critical - I start the five point o
There they go - drive real slow
I yelled out ’ice cube sucka’
Shot gun hit - and murder mutahfuckers
I told you last album, when I got a sawed off, bodies are hard off
Its a shame, that niggas die young
But to the light side it don’t matter none
It’ll be a drive by homicide
But to me it’s just another tale from the darkside...

Verse three: chuck d

Standing in the middle of war
The middle we flex
When we die, they won’t make check
Ebony can’t see to the darkside
The term they apply to us is a nigga
Call it what you want, cuz I’m comin’ from the coroner
Same applies with a phd
Who’z black - don’t wanna role - sells his soul
Watch his head go rollin’
Who the fuck are they foolin’?
Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes
Matches the color of the one on my face as they wonder what’s under my waist
[standin on the verge] of them gettin’ brown
Thats a fact got a fear on their bozack
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide
Yet cube, they can’t fuck with the darkside!

Intro: Little Russ, Ice Cube

[story-teller] Once upon a time, in the black part of the city
[young kid] Yo G, yo G you better get out of here man, 5-0
[door swings shut, car peels out]

[Russ] Yo Ice Cube, man
[Cube] Whassup man?
[Russ] Why you...
[Cube] Whassup?
[Russ] Yo Ice Cube man, why you always kickin the shit about the bitches
and the niggaz? Why don't you kick some shit about the kids, man? The
fuckin kids?!
[Cube] Word

Verse One: Ice Cube

Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-C-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

[Little Bo Peep] 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

Interlude: Little Russ

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]

Verse Two: Ice Cube

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

Outro: Little Russ, Ice Cube

[Cube] Aiyyo man was that dope enough for you?
[Russ] Yeah you aight, you in the house
We outta here, seeeee-yaaaaa
[Cube] Yeah you better go home before I whoop your little bad ass

[Barney Rubble] Some bedtime story huh?
[Bugs Bunny] It's a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't wanna live here

[Andrew Dice Clay] Ay, good ol' Mother Goose, remember her? I fucked her

(flavor flav)
Well two bees in a bucket
Mother motherfuck it
You either flavor flav it
Or you chuck chuck chuck it
Kiss my ass or suck a d.i.c.-
K. stands for kill so don’t fuck with me
I fucked that lady in the bed
I missed that pussy and I bust a spread
I tried it again in a thumping wagon
The bottom fell out and her ass started dragging
Tried it again and I failed to grasp
I missed that pussy and I bust my ass
Then I fucked this lady in the tree
The baby came out and said "run-dmc"

(ice cube)
I knew this girl who looked just like you
Light brown and a fly hair-do
I wanted to do her, screw her
So I stepped to her
On-key bitch had more ass than a donkey
I said you’re the type of girl that I can’t pass over
Give me one chance and I’ll bend your ass over
Just call me the plumber at the end of the night
Cause a nigga like me’ll lay plenty of pipe
She didn’t get offended it was splendid to me
Cause mister nice guy is what I pretended to be
I guess I just wine her and dine her
And by the end of the night I’ll be behind her
Waxing that ass like rain dance
On the bumper get the pussy then I dump her
Took her to the comfort inn
Tucked her in
Pulled out the third leg pumped it in
She said will you call me
Yeah I’ll call you a bitch or a hoe after I ball ya
Naw I’m just playin but it’s still the same
Cause a nigga like ice cube is only out for one thang

Some don't think I can flow
So here we go
To a new track
To show the wack
That I can throw styles that show up
I blow up and blast here
Niggas still tripping off the shit I said last year
About a bitch is bitch is a bitch is a bitch
Then I got rich but I'll never switch
So I dedicate this one to the groupie
And the Charlie all on my Snoopy
Brothers keep asking Ice Cube yo when will you bust
They surround me and make a big fuss
Now I was taught back on my block
That you don't ride on nobody's jock
For anything they do
Fuck him and his crew
Unless you were gettin paid too
I'm not saying this to dis each and every fan
Women you can ride but man be a man
Shake my hand and make it a firm shake
Say what's up Ice Cube and then break
Cause if you're hangin there I'm a tell you loud and clear
Get off my my dick nigga and tell your bitch to come here

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You can’t fuck with the criminal rapping over gangsta shit
First I load the clip and then I make the hit
I know some y’all can’t fade this
Lench mob niggas are the craziest
So you and your boys are ass-out
When I’m rollin in a seven-deuce glass house
The mob ain’t nothing but a menace
When we get the motherfucking dog in us
Playing them old beats
I’m pouring out some of my beer for my homies
Ready to peel your cap
You can’t believe "faces of death" on wax
Some say the mob ain’t positive
Man fuck that shit cause I gots to live
How I live and you could either give a fuck punk
Yo or get your ass bucked
Some rappers are heaven-sent
But self-destruction don’t pay the fucking rent
So you can either sell dope or get your ass a job
I’d rather roll it wit the lench mob

To be down with the mob is simple
Mind your own you want a spot find your own
And take mine if you’re badder than the strong man
I do the right thing I do the wrong thing
Do anything cause I ain’t faking the scene
It’s all about how much bacon you bring
And if you see something from the gat I will stuff it
Yo you ain’t seen nothing
Cause if you testify you’re living blind
Cause in the city you live and let die
Rolling with the fools one time can’t beat
On my knees in the street interlock my hands and feet
He said "i know you" I said "you might
My name is ice cube I did a song you didn’t like"
So he soaked me up like bounty
Had to do a week in the county
A piece of cake it was just like a party
Cause in the county you know everybody
No I didn’t kill or steal or rob
Locked up for what cause I’m rollin wit the lench mob

If you know a female that’s rollin with the lench mob
Watch your step cause the gat is kept
In the purse like my homegirl yo-yo
You gotta be down and you can’t be a hoe no
Cause if you are I’ll be the first one to bust you out
After my crew I’ll be the first one to rush you out
Get the picture or bitch
You’ll get the eighty-six
If she wanna try and mix
Business and pleasure make up your own mind
You gotta be a hoe on your own time
Don’t sleep cause even on a solo creep
Yo the mob is still deep
And we’ll play ya just like a nit-wit
You thought you got with the crew you can’t get with
So get the noose ready for the lynching
Now 235 is what I’m benching
But nowadays it’s still not enough
I got something guaranteed to stop the bum rush
Give me the gat, step back, and watch me do the job
Rolling with the motherfucking lench mob

Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack
Who’s the mack? is it some brother in a big hat
Thinking he can get any bitch with a good rap?
Rolling in a fucked-up lincoln
Leaning to the side so it looks like he’s sinking
Into that leopard interior
This nigga thinks every girl’s inferior
To his tongue, get a dumb bitch sprung
As she’s selling more butt
Don’t even get a cut of the money
His name is sonny
And he know the play
And hope to od that he don’t find a runaway
That’s looking to become a star
He’ll have your ass in and out of every car
With every on and rick, sucking every john’s dick
Come short of the money, get your ass kicked
You don’t like it but you still call him hunk
Last night the nigga put yo’ ass in the trunk
You wanna leave but sonny started talking fast
And it make you wanna go and sell more ass
He’s getting rich, you his bitch and it’s like that
Now ask yourself
Who’s the mack?
Who’s the mack?

It is that fool that wanna pump the gas
Give you a sad story and you give him cash?
He starts macking and macking and you sucking
Quick to say I’m down on my luck
And you give a dollar or a quarter and he’s on his way
Then you see his sorry ass the next day
Are you the one getting played like a sucka?
Or do you say, "get a job, motherfucker"?
Every day, the story gets better
He’s wearing dirty pants and a funky-assed sweater
He claims he wants to get something to eat
But every day you find yourself getting beat
He gets your money and you run across the street don’t look both ways
’cause he’s in a daze
And almost get his ass hit for the crack
Now ask yourself
Who’s the mack?
Who’s the mack?

Is it that nigga in that club asking
Have you ever been in a hot tub?
I know the game so I watch it unfold
When I see the boy pinned to your earlobe
He’s talking shit and you crack a smile
When he tell you that he can go buck wild
For a girl like you and make it feel good
You know it’s drama but it sound real good
He started dragging and hopefully he can start tagging
The pussy so he can keep bragging
He say, "i’m ’a leave baby, can you go with me? "
The pussy so he can keep bragging
You wanna do it but you feeling like a h-o-e
You grab his hand, you leave and it’s over
’cause the nigga ain’t nothing but a rover
Ya knew the game and you still ended up on your back
Now ask yourself
Who’s the mack?
Macking is the game and everybody’s playing
And as long as you believe what they saying
Consider the a m.a.c.k. and with no delay
They are gonna get all the play
But when it comes to me, save the drama for your momma
It’s ice cube and you know that I’m a
Mack in my own right
When it comes to rhyme and rap
’cause all I do is kick facts
Unlike iceberg slimm
And all of them be claimin’ be p.i.m.p.
No, I’m not going out that way
I’m just a straight up n I double g a
Next time u get over on a fool
And you did the shit like real smooth
Thank ice cube for giving up the facts
And ask yourself
Who’s the mack?
Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack
Straight gangsta mack

Women they’re good for nothing no maybe one thing
To serve needs to my ding-a-ling
I’m a man who loves the one-night stand
Cause after I do ya
Huh I never knew ya
Cause to kick it man it gives me the fits
They wanna lay with they nose under your armpits
Ice cube won’t wait so give it up cow
After we do it you can go home now
I’m a brother with a big long...

(yo-yo)
First of all let me tell you my name it’s yo-yo
When down on a girl first the fist and that’s a no-no
Yo-yo thinks the kitchen sink should be thrown in
Niggas be scheming and fiending to stick the bone in
No, yo-yo’s not a hoe or a whore
And if that’s what you’re here for
Exit through the door
There’s more
To see of me but you’re blind so
Women like me are fading brothers in the 9-0

(ice cube)
Ay what up buttercupper miss yo-yo
I know you like to rap and like to flow so
But when it comes to hip-hop this is a man’s world
Stay down and play the playground you little girl

(yo-yo)
What you’re saying I don’t consider it as rapping
Cause you’re on rewind and I’m the new what’s-happening
It never fails I’ll always get respect
And you lose so take a rain check

(ice cube)
Hell no cause you know that I’m first and you’re second
If it wasn’t for me you probably be pregnant
And barefoot complaining that your back is aching
Shaking and faking while I’m bringing home the bacon

(yo-yo)
Well you’re mistaken
It’s not going that far
I make brothers like you play the back yard
You used to flow with the title but I took it
Bring home the bacon but find another hoe to cook it

(ice cube)
Damn it look it
Cause you’re talking a lot of bull

(yo-yo)
Well I’m not your puppet so don’t even try to pull

(ice cube)
This is a man’s world thank you very much

(yo-yo)
But it wouldn’t be a damn thing without a woman’s touch

break

(ice cube)
Ah miss yo-yo so what gives
I hear females always talkin about women’s lib
Well get your own crib
And stay there
Instead of having more babies for the welfare
Cause if you don’t I’ll label you a gold digger
The name is ice cube you know that I ain’t the nigga
For you to look at when your hair get nappy
So take a piece of the pole and be happy

(yo-yo)
Hell no because to me you’re not a thriller
You come in the room with your three-inch killer
Thinking you can do damage to my backbone
Leave your child in the yard until it’s full-grown
I’m a put it like this my man
Without us your hand would be your best friend
So give us credit like you know you should
If I don’t look good you don’t look good

(ice cube)
I doubt it baby cause we’re still most dominant

(yo-yo)
But you don’t know how funky that I can get

(ice cube)
This is a man’s world thank you very much

(yo-yo)
But it wouldn’t be a damn thing without a woman’s touch

break

(ice cube)
Man women I put a lot of fear in em
Cause I had it up to here with em
Drink a beer with em
No way cause I can only deal with em about an hour every day
Yeah if you know what I mean baby

(yo-yo-)
Well I guess now that I think about it I think maybe
If you was more of a man instead of faking it
Women deserve the credit when they’re making it

(ice cube)
Yeah so what’s the problem

(yo-yo)
Well I think we solved it
I know they know the best male from who’s doggin it

(ice cube)
Yeah I admit you can flow

(yo-yo)
Well that’s true

(ice cube)
But you see I’m a pro with the bank too

(yo-yo)
Yeah I can see you got it good

(ice cube)
Oh that I know

(yo-yo)
But you see you’re not better than yo-yo
The brand-new intelligent black lady

(ice cube)
You’re kinda dope but you still can’t fade me

(yo-yo)
So what up then

(ice cube)
Girl what you tryin to do

(yo-yo)
To prove a black woman like me can bring the funk through

(ice cube)
This is a man’s world thank you very much

(yo-yo)
But it wouldn’t be a damn thing without a woman’s touch

(ice cube)
Or a big butt...

It’s like a holocaust to the boss when I toss
Too much knowledge kicked then you’re lost
In a shuffle of feet, jinx the fiddler
And I control your mind like hitler
You bow and vow to authority
See now, a sucker with a style just boring me
So I show k.n.o.w.
L.e.d.g.e. it might trouble you
Then I transform like a decepticon
With a mic as a bomb
In my right palm
But I don’t stay calm
So panic
Others can’t flow so they go schizophrenic
You thought I dropped a dud in your face
Until you taste the blood of the bass
Then you faint, or better yet pass out
When I’m on the mic, believe it’s ass out
You think you’re raw so you draw
You lose, you’re hung, you bite your tongue
The whole town saw in awe as you strangle
A noose on your neck, and you dangle
From side to side in the blazing heat
You’re beat, you’re dead, the fools fell off
You feel you’re turning red, it’s said
That your head burst
And this is only the first verse
Of the bomb

(break)

Don’t break up the fight let them rumble
Over the years I’ve watched some go super-bad quick
Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach
Now ask yourself, who’s stupid?
I take funky funky beats and I loop it
And pimp slap you in the face with the bass
And the boom from the bomb that I drop
Stop
You have a flat top as a fashion
I love black women with a passion
But when they gotta go and show their ass in
I gotta clown the hoes, yeah
You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres
They’ll steer you wrong
Ice cube’s got it going on, hit me
For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme
The system ain’t wholesome
They want to put a young brother in folsom
And others see me on lockdown
But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word
To the brother that rolls the herb
Everybody getting knocked to the curb like that
Jinx got the gat, and it’s a fact
He’ll kick a funky beat to peel your cap
Now who’s the mack?
Who’s the hoe?
Who’s the trick?
I got many, many styles won’t you take a pick
But don’t be alarmed
When I trip and stumble and fumble
And drop the (rewind)
Drop the bomb

(break)

I’m solo, you ask how I’m living
Still dropping more shit than a pigeon
With the l, the e, the n, the c, the h,
The m, the o, the b, the great
Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha
It’s the hip-hopper that don’t like coppers
And if you try to upset the pot son
You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun
I make the beats, I make the breaks
I make the rhymes that make you shake
Make you find
Ice cube never caught in the middle
I make shit to kick you in the ass a little
And still never hesitate to stutter step
Or bust a repitition on the mic
Still dissing all the hype
From left to right
How many left to fight?
So what that lench mob like?