Альбом Ice Cube

Verse One: Ice Cube

Peace - don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin 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 will cease?!
Every cop killer 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 to the temple
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 trash I had to lay back
Mad as fuck, thinkin' about the payback
Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun
I went home and cut the barrel of my shotgun
It's gettin critical - I stole a 5.0
I let it go - drive real slow
I yelled out 'Ice Cube sucka'
The shot-gun kicked - and it murdered motherfuckers
I told you last album
when I got a sawed off, bodies are hauled 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 its just another tale from the darkside...

Verse Three: Chuck D

Standing in the middle of war
In the middle we flex
When we die, we won't make +Jet+
+Ebony+ can't see to the lightside
The term they apply to us is a nigga
Call it what you want, cause I'm comin from the coroner
Sayin my rhymes with a Ph.D.
Who's 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 whats 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!

Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up
Whassup nigga?
Get over there... shit
Ya lil punk ass nigga
C’mere, c’mere, c’mere boy
God damnit you stop that shit now
Take him to jail and get him the hell from in front of this house
Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man
Whassup?
Wait a minute?
There are police, go!

Verse one:

Give me that beat fool, it’s a full time jack move
Chilly chill, yo homie mack the track move
And I’ll jack any tom, dick and hank
That’s the name of the suckers I done ganked
I get away from a copper
Drop a dime, I’ll break you off somethin proper
With the l-e-n-c-h-m-o-b
T-bone and that’s j.d.
And here’s how we’ll greet ya
Stop fool, come off that beat ya
Feel dumb cause you’re caught in the dark
(ya lil nuttin ass mark)
Raise up, cause you cant’ have it back
You said - "i ain’t never got gaffled like that"
Off the end of the gat you choke
Short dog’s in the house - "whattup loc? "
Nuttin but a come up
Gimme that bass, and don’t try to run up
Cause you’ll get banked somethin sweet
Ice cube and the lench mob, is jackin for beats

Verse two:

Huh, and even if you’re down with my crew
*yo chuck man, I dodn’t understand this man
You got to slow down*
I jack them too
And then we’ll freak it
Kick that bass, and look what we did
Fade the grade, played, and made a few mil
And I keep stealin
Ice cube’ll make it funky
But right about now - *let’s get up in the hump*
But I don’t party and shake my butt
I leave that to the brothers with the funny haircurs
And it’ll drive you nuts
Steal your beat, and give it that gangsta touch
Like jackin at night
Say hi to the three fifty-seven I’m packin
And it sounds so sweet
Ice cube and the lench mob, is jackin for beats

Verse three:

Ice cube, will take a funky beat and reshape it
Locate a dope break, and then I break it
And give it that gangsta lean
Dead in your face as I turn up the bass
I make punk suckers run and duck because
I don’t try to hide cause you know that I love to
Jack a fool for his beat and then I’m audi
So when I come to your town don’t crowd me
Cause I know, you’re gonna wanna kick it with me
But I know, none of y’all can get with me
So you think you’re protected
Well you are til you put a funky beat on a record
Then I have to show and prove and use your groove
Cause suckers can’t fade the cube
And if I jack you and you keep comin
I’ll have you marks a 100 miles and running!

*stop stop stop stop stop!
Sa-prize, niggaz*

Stay off his dick!

Nigga, 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
Niggaz still trippin off the shit I said last year
About a bitch is a bitch is a hoe is a slut
And I don’t like niggaz on my nuts!
So I dedicate this one to the groupie
And the charlie, all on my snoopy
Brothers keep askin, "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 diss each and every fan
Women you can ride, man be a man!
Shake my hand, and make it a firm shake
Say, "whattup ice cube? " and then break
Cause if you’re hangin there i’ma tell you loud and clear
Get off my my dick nigga, and tell your bitch to come here

* cut n scratch of flavor flav saying "stay off his dick"
And ice cube saying "all on my snoopy" *

* cut n scratch of flavor flav saying "yo yo check this out"
And ice cube saying "i’ma tell you loud and clear" *

[ice cube]
Motherfucker, back up off me
I’m not signin no autographs, I’m not givin no free t-shirts
And I’m not havin none of this bullshit you’re talkin
Youknowhati’msayin?

("get off my dick nigga, and tell your bitch to come here")

I step into the club, to rub-a-dub
It seems like all the little hoes fall in love
With my money, cause yo about a year ago
I was just your ordinary average everyday crazy ass bro
But you know, I just can’t be equal
Cause they know, I know a lot of famous people
But to a one-night stand, there’s no sequel
Here’s the pickle, pretend it’s a popsicle
See for a fat booty, I do damage
They think I’m a star, so I take advantage
It’s just another ice cube groupie test
She’s a hoe cause they knew her at the front desk
Told her to meet me, at the room 110
And the bitch showed up, with her boyfriend
I let him in, all he could do was grin
He had a camera, a t-shirt, a pad and pen
He said, "yo ice cube, can you sign this? "
I only did it cause his bitch was the finest
She blew me a kiss and gave a bitter frown
Like - how can we get rid of this clown?
Me and her sat down, he got a little jealous
Cause his punk ass sat in the middle of us
And he asked me question after question
It felt like a motherfuckin interview session
Then his girl got up, I heard the do’ shut
And he was still there, swingin from my nuts
I said, "get the fuck out!" and made it loud and clear
Get off my dick nigga, and tell your bitch to come here

I see me about ten mark ass motherfuckers fans
Knock on the door, talkin about whassup?

Yo man, it was about a hundred and twenty dicks man
Niggaz start, niggaz comin out of hotel rooms
Without no bitches!

They can get gaffled like they in a motherfuckin raffle
Punk ass

[ice cube]
Yo, I respect the respectable
If your girl is all on my dick, check the hoe
Say, "yeah that nigga he can rap fly
But you know, stars are up in the sky"
Cause all I got is hard dick, and bubblegum
Just ran out my last stick is where I’m comin from
I’m not tellin you to diss mr. ice cube
Cause you know, I’m the one that can show and prove
Now groupie girls, I just make em wait
But the groupie boys, I can’t tolerate
I hate it so much, i’ma start givin stitches
To the niggaz that’s starin like bitches
Cause I’m not a fairy, a mary or a faggot
Gimme the eye, I’ll fly, and tag it
Now you see? jockin ain’t healthy
Cause you think that I’m young and I’m wealthy?
With juice, so I see you try to run behind
But i’ma tell you punk, you gets none of mine
Cause I was taught, see a fool, use a fool
By the niggaz who terrorized the old school
So don’t try me or buy me a beer
Just stay off my dick nigga * echoes *

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 nuttin 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 lockdown, for nine months
Chillin, with my mother to guide me
And nuttin 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 wanna 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" -> LL Cool J

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"

Verse One:

Up early in the morning, dressed in black
Don't ask why? 'Cause I'm down in a suit and tie
They killed a homie that I went to school with(Damn!)
I tell ya life ain't shit to fool with
I still hear the screams of his mother
While my nigga laid dead in the gutter(Shit!)
And it's getting to my temple
Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo?
It makes me so mad I want to get my sawed-in
And have some bodies hauled in
But no, I pay my respects and I'm through(whaddup Cube?)
Hug my crew, and maybe shed a tear or two
And I wanna get blitz
Grab my 40 ounce and then I reminisce
About a brother who had to be the one and only
So I dedicate this to my dead homiez...

Verse Two:

Another homie got murdered on a shakedown{three gun shots}
And his mother is at the funeral, havin' a nervous breakdown
Two shots hit him in the face when they blasted{two gun shots}
A framed picture and a closed casket
A single file line about 50 cars long
All drivin' slow with they lights on
He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath
What good is that when you're six feet deep?
I look at that shit and gotta think to myself
And thank God for my health
'Cause nobody really ever know
When it's gonna be they family on the front row
So I take everything slow, go with the flow
And shut my motherfuckin' mouth if I don't know(Word!)
'Cause that's what Pops told me
But I wish he could have said it...to my dead homiez

Verse Three:

I remember we painted our names on the wall for fun
Now it's "Rest in Peace" after every one
Except me, but I ain't the one to front
Seems like I'm viewin' a body after every month
Plus, I knew him when he was yea big
Pour beer on the curb before I take a swig
But somethin' ain't right
When it's a tragedy, that's the only time that the family's tight
Lovin' each other in a caring mood
There's lots of people and lots of food
They say "Be Strong" and you're tryin'
But how strong can you be when you see your Pops cryin'?
So that's why Ice Cube's dressed up
Because the city is so fuckin' messed up
And everybody is so phony
Take a little time...to think about your dead homiez.

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Once again it's on, the Nigga you love to hate
Ice Cube's in the motherfucking house
Yo I wanna say what's up to the niggas from the Lench Mob
J.D., T-Bone, Shorty, Del, yo
Sir Jinx, Chill, Dazzie Dee, and K Dee, yo
And the rest of the Mobs in the house
[Yeah, herd 'em up]
I wanna say what's happening to my man, Afrika Bambaataa
And the mighty Zulu Nation
I gotta give a shout out to the Public Enemy
Y'all motherfuckers in the house
And the niggas that's handelin' business, EPMD
Yo I wanna say what's up to Uncle L, LL Cool J
The Nigga from Exclaim
I gotta say what's up to Digital Underground and humpty hump
Cause he makin' more than Donald Trump, you know what I'm sayin'?
I gotta say what's up to the niggas that's payin' dues, Low Profile
[W.C.'s in the house]
And that big ballin' ass nigga named King T
Dj Pooh, and the niggas that's droppin' bombs on your ass
The motherfuckin' Bomb Squad
[Eric Sadler...]
I gotta say what's up to Big Daddy Kane
And the Rhyme, the Rhyme syndicate
And to the niggas that can slang them dolls, King Sun
I gotta say what's happenin' to my girl Yo Yo
She's stompin' to the motherfuckin' 90s
And the I.B.W.C.
My man Mac, and to the Mackaframalama motherfuckers
Don't laugh hos, I'm down with the afros
I wanna say what's happenin' to the trigger-happy, motherfuckin' Geto Boys
RUN DMC and Jam Mastery Jay
Stetsasonic and one time gaffle 'em up C.M.W.
I gotta say what's happenin' to my west coast homeboy
Ice-Motherfuckin'-T
And my man from O-town, Too $hort's in the motherfuckin' house
My man from the East coast, Busy Bee
The Nigga from my block,
King Ronny Ron, D-Dougs, and my man Stretch
And you know that street knowledge is givin' the punch
I gotta say what's happenin' to my manager
Pay sharp and May, and you know she don't play
And my nigga, the only nigga [Who's that?]
Sir Jinx in the motherfuckin' house
And to all the motherfuckers I forgot,
Y'all ain't did shit anyway!
This is dedicated to the niggas that's been down since day one
Ice Cube in the motherfuckin' house
Comin' at your ass with a gangsta lean
Fall of 1990 style, you know what I'm sayin'?
[We outta here.....]
Five thousand G
{phone}
Yo, Ice Cube man. Since you went solo, what's up with the rest of the..?
[abrupt end]
{operator}
If you need help, hang up and dial your operator.