Super OG (Intro) lyrics - Ice Cube

Everything's corrupt

Everything's fucked up

Everything's 'bout a buck, we shit outta luck, yeah

Blood used to be thicker than water

Now it depends on what kinda water you talkin' about

Niggas'll kill they momma over that almighty dollar

Yeah, you know me, Super O-G

Always down to take a knee

Arrest The President lyrics - Ice Cube

Yeah

When I drop the mic it hit the floor like Thor (That's right)

You can't pick it up no more (Don't even try)

Y'all know what it is, y'all know what it was (Yeah)

Y'all know what it shall be

Get smart 'fore the shit start

'Fore it get dark, 'fore they hit you with a pitchfork

Better crip walk (Crip walk), this is real talk

Smoke Kush and push then we peel off (Eugh)

Niggas still rollin' with the wheels off (Eugh)

Always lookin' out for the crisscross

I'm a bigger boss than Rick Ross

Always winnin', nigga get lost

It's the warlord, bring the voodoo

When I bail through it's crazy like Bellevue

What they tell you? (Leave that boy alone) Leave that boy alone

Like Home Alone (Yeah), fuck the Skull & Bones

Arrest the president, you got the evidence

That nigga is Russian intelligence (Okay)

When it rains it pours

Did you know the new white was orange?

Boy, you're showing your horns

They're tryin' to replace my halo with thorns

You so basic with your vape stick

Let's go apeshit in the matrix

Arrest the president, arrest the president

Arrest the president, you got the evidence (Nigga)

Arrest the president, arrest the president (Crazy)

Arrest the president, you got the evidence

I took back my eyes, in all black tonight

That's right, some niggas gotta sacrifice

Not a criminal (No), I'm a seminal (Yeah)

I was free once, now I'm clinical (Crazy)

You so technical, this was Mexico

Then everywhere I go is owned by Texaco (Fuck them)

Fuck them and the rest of you (Hell yeah)

I turn a fruit into a vegetable (Pop you motherfuckers out)

I'ma roll with the aliens

Man, fuck these homo sapiens

They don't really wanna make friends (Hell no)

All they want is a Mercedes Benz (Hell yeah)

All they want is their dividends

And decimals, fuck these citizens

They'll treat us like hooligans

Throw 'em in, they don't care what school he in

These people don't play fair

It ain't even fair at the state fair

Give a young nigga grey hair

That's why I'm here, make your ass lay there

Punk, you better stay there

Close your fucking eyes like it's day care

Make myself clear, it ain't Shakespeare

I'm here to take money even fake hair

So desperate is what I'm left with

For the record you're affected

Who you elected is so septic

So full of shit, I can't accept it

Arrest the president (Woo), arrest the president (Woo)

Arrest the president, you got the evidence (Nigga)

Arrest the president (Nigga), arrest the president (Nigga)

Arrest the president, you got the evidence (Nigga)

Arrest the president (Nigga), arrest the president (Nigga)

Arrest the president, you got the evidence (Nigga)

Arrest the president (Nigga), arrest the president (Nigga)

Arrest the president, you got the evidence

I reside on the Westside (Westside)

I murder with my third eye (Third eye)

Niggas so fly, get a bird's eye (Ahh, ahh)

I make 'em scream bloody murder

Let's meet at the White House (Come on)

Run in and turn the lights out

Man, they treat it like a trap house (Yeah)

These motherfuckers never take the trash out (Damn)

They just cash out and mash up

Nigga take your drugs and pass out (Shut the fuck up)

Niggas love to go that fast route (Yeah)

I see you and your black ass, get out

Homie, you play too much (Yeah)

White devils, they doin' way too much (Much)

Most of 'em won't sleep too much

Why they're steady planin'? God knows what (God knows what)

That's why I roll with the real ones

Real ones tryin' to reach millions

Real ones tryin' to make billions

Real ones dressed like civilians

Arrest the president, arrest the president

Arrest the president, you got the evidence (Woo)

Arrest the president (Woo), arrest the president (Woo)

Arrest the president, you got the evidence

Chase Down The Bully lyrics - Ice Cube

What the fuck is this shit?

Baby, you see this shit?

It's like some- it's like some walkin' dead motherfuckers

(You will not replace us)

(You will not replace us)

(You will not replace us)

Hand me that thang right there

(You will not replace us)

(You will not replace us)

Stay ready (Stay ready, stay ready, stay ready)

Here they come though

Stay ready (Stay ready, stay ready, stay ready)

Here they come though

Stay ready (Stay ready, stay ready, stay ready)

Here they come though

Stay ready (Stay ready, stay ready, stay ready)

Here they come though

Stay ready (Stay ready, stay ready, stay ready)

We gon' chase down the bully, hit his ass with the fullest

Chase down the bully hit his ass with the fullest

Then we gon' string his ass up by his nuts with the pulley

String his ass up by his nuts with the pulley

If you stay ready, you ain't got to get ready

Blast like confetti, nigga, cut like a machete

You just spent your fetti on a mother fuckin' Chevy

I'm buyin' somethin' heavy, turn the ass into spaghetti

From another planet, no, it's not the Serengeti

More than an African, I am planetary

Bitches think this commentary is military

I kill you and I bury you with the steel that I carry

Now, if he a fascist, I'ma bash his head in

Cock it back, boy, and put the lead in

All you evil forces wit'cha tiki torches

Shove 'em up your ass, freaky intercourses

They try to lie, say I'm hearin' voices

Apocalypse Now, rollin' with the horses

Hit the alt-right with a fog light

See that red sheet? Used to be all white

Stay ready (Stay ready, stay ready, stay ready)

Stay ready (Stay ready, stay ready, stay ready)

Stay ready (Stay ready, stay ready, stay ready)

We gon' chase down the bully, hit his ass with the fullest

Chase down the bully hit his ass with the fullest

Then we gon' string his ass up by his nuts with the pulley

String his ass up by his nuts with the pulley

Fuck a Trump supporter talkin' 'bout law and order

But all you wanna do is go fuck up reporters

Build a damn wall then fuck up the borders

Hate to see a motherfuckin' nigga with a quarter

Hate to see a nigga wit'cha ugly ass daughter

They feed you bread and water, get you ready for the slaughter

That's why your homeboy just went out and bought a

AR-15, I can make the bitch sing

Ain't no nigga shit, it's some bigger shit

Who can give a shit about white privilege?

Throw your hands up

Pull your pants up

You can't fight in that tight shit, man up

Nigga, stand up

Have you forgotten? Have you pickin' cotton, better get the socket

And if you think Ice Cube give a shit about they statues cover them in pigeon shit

We gon' chase down the bully, hit his ass with the fullest

Chase down the bully hit his ass with the fullest

Then we gon' string his ass up by his nuts with the pulley

String his ass up by his nuts with the pulley

On my way home, talkin' on my iPhone

Mother fuckers tried to kill me with a fuckin' drone

They think I'm Al Capone with a natural comb

You just a clone of the original chromosome

Me? I'm just a student of the Terrordome

You? You just recruitin' for the skull and bones

Me? I do karate on Illuminati

You can view the body

I'm at a pool party

Hah, yeah

I know you internet hoes been suckin' on a lot of shit

But don't worry 'bout me, cuz ain't part of they club

We gon' chase down the bully, hit his ass with the fullest

Chase down the bully hit his ass with the fullest

Then we gon' string his ass up by his nuts with the pulley

String his ass up by his nuts with the pulley

Stay ready (Stay ready, stay ready, stay ready)

Stay ready (Stay ready, stay ready, stay ready)

Stay ready (Stay ready, stay ready, stay ready)

Stay ready (Stay ready, stay ready, stay ready)

Don't Bring Me No Bag lyrics - Ice Cube

Hey man, get the door

These mother fuckers think it's CVS around this bitch

Tell him we ain't 'bout that shit

- Yo, who is it?

- Uhh, Nick

- Yo, nigga, what up?

- Oh, nothin'

- Why you come to this motherfucker so early all the time, man?

- You-you said 1 o'clock

- I don't give a fuck what I said, nigga. I don't get out the bed before two-thirty. Don't come through this motherfucker so early next time, nigga

- Understood

- Let's see what'chu got

Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope

Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope

Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope

Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope

Ain't no disrespect (disrespect), well maybe it is

Ain't no trappin' here (Trappin' here), well look here now, bitch

Ain't no Oxycontin (No oxycontin), no coke or no thizz

Have you forgotten (You forgotten) who the fuck that I is?

Trap or die, that's a lie, niggas fry or testify

Superfly, get super high, jigga boo shit, supersize

Niggas do shit and justify

You can do shit and get euthanized

I could do shit, that's no surprise

Serve your ass, two piece and fries

Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope

Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope

Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope

Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope

You niggas high as fuck (High as fuck), got slow reaction

I done sobered up (Sobered up) and I'm down for action

And I fuck you up (Fuck you up), if you come 'round askin'

Don't try to play me (Try to play me) like I'm Anglo-Saxon

You a mouse in a trap house, I'm a dog in a cat house

I'm comin' like Harriet Tubman, you comin' like Harry the drug man

Some niggas don't give a fuck, man, 'bout they own people sufferin'

Talkin' 'bout that they strugglin', made somethin' from nothin'

Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope

Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope

Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope

Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope

I'ma kill me a dope dealer

I'ma douse me a trap house

Who let the dogs out?

I'ma make niggas crawl out

I'ma make niggas call out to Jesus and they momma (Jesus and they momma)

Right before they vomit (Before they vomit) blood out they stomach (Blood out they stomach)

This for my auntie, she smoked your shit daily

And this'll make you crumble, yeah, just like it did my uncle

And this'll make you meet your maker, understand that he's the baker

Got your ass on the slab now you the dope for the undertaker

Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope

Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope

Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope

Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope

Don't bring me no bag

Don't bring me no bag

You-you a mouse in a trap house, I'ma dog in a cat house

You-you a mouse in a trap house, I'ma dog in a cat house

You-you a mouse in a trap house, I'ma dog in a cat house

You a mouse in a trap house, I'ma dog in a cat house

Bad Dope lyrics - Ice Cube

Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)

I'm like a bad drug

I'm a bad drug about to fuck you up

Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)

(There's no prescription to this addiction)

I'm like a bad drug

(Just a dope face decision, sleep with the pigeons)

I'm a bad drug about to fuck you up

Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)

(There's no intervention to this prevention)

I'm like a bad drug

(My incision will separate you from your pension)

I'm a bad drug about to fuck you up

Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)

(Takin' you to the E.M.S.)

I'm like a bad drug

I'm a bad drug about to fuck you up

Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)

If you fuck with me, I'm like some headache weed

I'm like your favorite dope mixed with antifreeze

I'll attack your brains, I'll collapse your veins

Have you actin' strange like a dog with the mange

Worse than cocaine, it's that Kurt Cobain

Make you go insane, make your world go bang

There's no prescription for my encryption

There's only addiction to this non-fiction

Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)

I'm like a bad drug

I'm a bad drug about to fuck you up

Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)

I'm like a bad drug

I'm a bad drug about to fuck you up

Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)

I'm like a bad drug

I'm a bad drug about to fuck you up

Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)

I'm like a bad drug

Bad dope

I'm a bad drug about to fuck you up

Bad dope

Don't even start, boy, I'll get you sparked

Make you lose all your shit, now you livin' at the park

Crackheads are blackheads

Meth heads are left dead

Bitches on that bad dope, heard they give the best head

Oh, shit, bad trip, battery acid

Now you lookin' old as fuck, face made of plastic

I serve you, way towards you, pay for it with face sores

Now you walkin' around skin like alligator

Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)

I'm like a bad drug

I'm a bad drug about to fuck you up

Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)

I'm like a bad drug

I'm a bad drug about to fuck you up

Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)

I'm like a bad drug

I'm a bad drug about to fuck you up

Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)

I'm like a bad drug

Bad dope

I'm a bad drug about to fuck you up

Bad dope

Grip it, hit it

Vomit, shit it

Smoke it, choke it, bitch, poke it

Dirty needle, mosquito, I can fly like a beetle

I'm the Beatles, I am Tito

I am Michael, think I'm psycho

On them pills, in them hills ridin' on that motorcycle

Crazy nigga, let me hit it, gotta have it 'fore I stab it

Silly rabbit, snatch and grab it

I got a fuckin' habit

Steal from momma, pills from momma

If I die, send the bill to momma

I ain't shit, never be Obama

Dope head, nigga, never be Obama

Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)

I'm like a bad drug

I'm a bad drug about to fuck you up

Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)

I'm like a bad drug

I'm a bad drug about to fuck you up

Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)

I'm like a bad drug

I'm a bad drug about to fuck you up

Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)

I'm like a bad drug

Bad dope

I'm a bad drug about to fuck you up

Bad dope

There's no intervention, just prevention

My incision will separate you from your pension

I'm takin' you to the abyss

Drag you under, drown you

On Them Pills lyrics - Ice Cube

Now where's the [?] at?

He should be too embarrassed to even walk back through this mother fucker

When he-when he comes down, [?]

It can't be that fuckin' crazy to come outside and do some shit like this

He's off some [?] shit

Them niggas on them pills

Them bitches on them pills

Poppin' shit is why they can't pay they bills

They be sweatin', they need gills

Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals

Them niggas on them pills

Them bitches on them pills

Poppin' shit is why they can't pay they bills

They be sweatin', they need gills

Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals

Uh, you's a drugstore cowboy

Everything you put in your mouth look like a Altoid

Crazy ass niggas love a bitch named Molly

Passed out on the floor, go and get a dolly

I saw your boy-boy in the street butt naked

Wormin' up and down 122nd

His momma tried to stop him and those youngers had to mob 'em so cops tried to pop 'em but them bullets couldn't drop 'em

Damn

Them niggas on them pills

Them bitches on them pills

Poppin' shit is why they can't pay they bills

They be sweatin', they need gills

Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals

Them niggas on them pills

Them bitches on them pills

Poppin' shit is why they can't pay they bills

They be sweatin', they need gills

Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals

Baby, if you feelin' horny, take two of these and wake up in the mornin'

With a nigga snorin', you don't even know

And his half cousin and his little bro

Damn, are you a hoe from Idaho?

Hell yeah, especially off that chemical

Them fuckin' drugs'll take you that pinnacle

Drop you in the snow with it ten below

Them niggas on them pills

Them bitches on them pills

Poppin' shit is why they can't pay they bills

They be sweatin', they need gills

Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals

Them niggas on them pills

Them bitches on them pills

Poppin' shit is why they can't pay they bills

They be sweatin', they need gills

Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals

He [?] and got them Oxycontin

Got them front teeth all rotten

Viagra mixed with ecstasy is the reason for your latest pregnancy

You the Joker off that Heath Ledger

I'ma smoker her (why?) 'cause weed's better

You niggas start to panic when you off that Xanax

Drownin' in the gutter, you think it's the Atlantic

Them niggas on them pills

Them bitches on them pills

Poppin' shit is why they can't pay they bills

They be sweatin', they need gills

Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals

Them niggas on them pills

Them bitches on them pills

Poppin' shit is why they can't pay they bills

They be sweatin', they need gills

Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals

My name is Jesus Christ, I just discovered that today

My name is Jesus Christ and I did not-yes, I asked for this

I was a thirsty bitch and I made a deal with the devil, sir

But I'm gonna hit a lick, okay?

Do you believe in Jesus Christ?

You do?

Do you believe in me?

Yeah? I won't let you in then, bitch

'Cause I joined the other side

I joined the other side!

[?] gasolina!

[?] gasolina!

Do you believe me now?

No

Fire Water lyrics - Ice Cube

A lot of people wonder how they gon' die

How'my gon' die?

Will it be a bullet wound?

Will they die at the hands of the police?

Here's how I think I'ma go

Too much salt, too much sugar

Too much smoke and too much liquor

The good life, I'ma die of the good life

I'ma die of the good life

Fire water

Fire water

The shit I spit will get you lit

Fire water

The shit I spit will get you lit

Fire water

Too much salt, too much sugar

Too much smoke and too much liquor

The good life, I'ma die of the good life

I'ma die of the good life

I'm a animal, my splif's flammable

This is Hannibal, I'm a cannibal

It's understandable you think I'm studio

But when we leave the studio, nigga, you's the hoe

Niggas lose your hoe, like usual

Bitch is beautiful, what she with you for?

When Hiawatha drank my fire water said sayonara to his lonely daughter

Fire starter, mister arson

South Central Compton next to Carson

Rips are rippin', dogs are barkin'

Guppies all move over, let the shark in

Blood in the water, cuz in the water

Need to get out, nigga, was it a slaughter?

Fuckin' wit'chy'all niggas, tear in your drawers

This fire water put hair on your balls

This is a rebel without a pause

With three hoes like Santa Clause

Know all the pimp codes and the bylaws

Got enough paper, I could buy y'all

At the Bayou, I could buy you

Walkin' 'round here with a slave IQ

Better get smart or it's deja vu

Back in the dark, nigga, chained to the ark, nigga, fuck

Fire water

I got that fire water

The shit I spit will get you lit

I got that fire water

The shit I spit will get you lit

I got that fire water

Too much salt, too much sugar

Too much smoke and too much liquor

The good life, I'ma die of the good life

I'ma die of the good life

How I do it is lighter fluid

Think you fly? Put a spider to it

Come down heavy, Isaac Newton

While y'all talkin', I be shootin'

Most of these artists be prostitutin'

Gangsta shit, I wrote The Constitution

Bitch ass nigga, what's your contribution?

Hatin' on shit ain't a revolution

Change this shit, fuck the lootin'

West side riders, I'm recruitin'

God is a teacher, I'm the student

Don't bite the apple, I'm rebootin'

Back to the pen and pad

Back to the pen and paper

Niggas wanna catch the vapors but they on respirators

Always on elevators

Always dressed like the Raiders

Always on my way to Vegas

Fire water

I got that fire water

The shit I spit will get you lit

I got that fire water

The shit I spit will get you lit

I got that fire water

Too much salt, too much sugar

Too much smoke and too much liquor

The good life, I'ma die of the good life

I'ma die of the good life

My best wares? Louis chest hairs

Who wanna ball with the California bears?

It's Mardi Gras every time I'm with my players

Alcohol all in the air

I run this shit, I am the mayor

You a crazy bitch, Princess Leia

Don't'cha know my tooth is a dare?

It's the cyclops with the eye drops

Fuck these THOTS and Goldilocks

Bitches wanna go and drink all a nigga porridge

Don't ask me for a piece of pizza

Fold my arms and say, "Bye Felicia"

Why the fuck you messin' with the creature?

Might wake up and fuckin' eat ya

Can hardly see ya 'cause of my shine

I'm legally blind

I'm outta my mind

Study my rhyme, I got the equation for any occasion

Black, white, brown, red, purple, or Asian

My fire water keep [?] blazin'

I got some shit that'll burn your stomach

Make you vomit, the dogs atomic

Please don't try to mix this with chronic

Niggas won't believe that you seen a comet, no

Fire water

I got that fire water

The shit I spit will get you lit

I got that fire water

The shit I spit will get you lit

I got that fire water

Too much salt, too much sugar

Too much smoke and too much liquor

The good life, I'ma die of the good life

I'ma die of the good life

Too much salt, too much sugar

Too much smoke and too much liquor

The good life, I'ma die of the good life

I'ma die of the good life

Too much salt, too much sugar

Too much smoke and too much liquor

The good life, I'ma die of the good life

I'ma die of the good life

Fire water

Fire water

The shit I spit will get you lit

Fire water

The shit I spit will get you lit

Fire water

I got that fire water

I got that fire water

I got that fire water

I got that fire water

Streets Shed Tears lyrics - Ice Cube

Ooooh

Ooooh

Ooooh

When the cold wind blows in the heart of the city and I'm gone

I know the streets will shed tears for me

When my story is over and my song is done

I know the streets will shed tears for me

The end

All I get is mother fuckin' love in these streets

To most of these tricks I'm a mother fuckin' treat

What's beef? I ain't got no beef

See all that bitchin'? It taste like chicken

And all these chickens? They get plucked

And nobody wants to see the volcano erupt

I'm down with Daz 'cause everythang is Kurupt

I'm celebrated every time I pull up

You hella hated, every time you look up

I'm elevated to rapper's deluxe

They love me, dawg, 'cause I'm one of a kind

This is God's plan, homie, it ain't mine

See, this ain't about dyin', it's all about shinin'

It's all about climbin' a hill of diamonds

I know that you feel it, I know that you felt it

'Cause a nigga gon' live 'til a nigga can't help it

When the cold wind blows in the heart of the city and I'm gone

I know the streets will shed tears for me

(They love me, dawg)

When my story is over and my song is done

(They love me, dawg)

I know the streets will shed tears for me

The end

Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters

All I got is mother fuckers tellin' me I'm the greatest

All I got is those fly ass suits and gators

Nobody servin' Cube but maids and waiters

Nobody tryin' to take my life

All these bitches tryna do is replace my wife

But you hoes ain't cold enough to fuck with Ice

Like Kim she'll run circles 'round you bitches twice

Now, it might get funky but it won't get ugly

Niggas might not like me but they still love me

Niggas might talk shit, they whisper and huddle

'Cause they know my rebuttal might leave a puddle

Now the streets is talkin' until they see me walkin' up the block, then the bullshit stop

Anything I do, don't take it personal 'cause when a nigga gone, that shit ain't reversible

When the cold wind blows in the heart of the city and I'm gone

I know the streets will shed tears for me

(They love me, dawg)

When my story is over and my song is done

(They love me, dawg)

I know the streets will shed tears for me

The end

I'm the bastard that spit the acid

Fuck a funeral home and a casket

Fuck a funeral song and a procession

Keep God on your dome and count your blessings

Keep the hood in your heart but heaven on your mind

Shake 'em up and roll seven every time

Pick 'em up, yup, stick 'em up

Every time you see me got a different color cup

This ain't about dyin', it's all about livin'

It's all about makin' everyday Thanksgivin'

It's all about givin', about stayin' driven

It ain't about you, it's about these children

So when a nigga die, stop cryin' and ventin'

Will somebody in here bump George Clinton?

Will somebody in here hug my fam?

Don't worry about me, you know where I am

When the cold wind blows in the heart of the city and I'm gone

I know the streets will shed tears for me

(They love me, dawg)

When my story is over and my song is done

(They love me, dawg)

I know the streets will shed tears for me

The end

Ain't Got No Haters lyrics - Ice Cube (feat. Too $hort)

[Ice Cube:]

Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters

All I got is mother fuckin' players

We get money in mother fuckin' layers

Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters

Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters

All I got is maids and waiters

All I got is suits and gators

Y'all niggas lost and I'm Las Vegas

Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters

Everybody love black ass Darth Vader

You and your women love to see me comin'

Come through bumpin', little kids runnin'

Chasin' me down like the ice cream truck

These police, they never light me up

I'm that nigga, baby, hype me up

Fuckin' up at work, they never write me up

They always hold me down and never raise me up

And all these women wanna glaze me up

Never turnt down, I'm turnt up

You heard me, bitch, I said, "I'm turnt up"

Always on ten, always too loud

Always too hard for this boujee ass crowd

Even these haters, they love my style

So, I don't know what you talkin' about

Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters

All I got is mother fuckin' players

We get money in mother fuckin' layers

Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters

Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters

All I got is maids and waiters

All I got is suits and gators

Y'all niggas lost and I'm Las Vegas

[Too $hort:]

Your situation is ugly, not mine, nothin' but love for me

You on the grind tryna turn a dub to a G

And I'm flyin' 'round the world doin' shows overseas

I'm chillin' with some females

I don't shop for bargains, fuck a pre-sale

Too much game tryna sell some

You know you can't hate on a real one

Too $hort, I ain't no nice dude

I'm like Ice Cube, run up in your white food

O.G., enjoyin' my life

Still gettin' money when I'm on the mic

Thirty years later still spittin' flows

Gettin' paid to call these bitches hoes

I get love wherever I go

And I'm always tryna get some more

Beeeotch

[Ice Cube:]

Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters

All I got is mother fuckin' players

We get money in mother fuckin' layers

Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters

Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters

All I got is maids and waiters

All I got is suits and gators

Y'all niggas lost and I'm Las Vegas

Jackpot, think I'm in the crack spot? You a crackpot

I'm a slip knot and I'ma get hot

And I'ma stay hot so take a backseat, nigga, Maybach

Boy, do what I say, nigga, robot

You kinda hit and miss, I'm the sure shot

Never sold out, niggas balled out

You also 'bout to fall out when I go all out

Michael ball out but never touch no balls

I ain't a athlete, I can't take no loss

All I know is champagne in my eyes

All this hate is what I don't recognize

All I know is that L-O-V-E

They beg me to drink a forty of O-E

Low key, bump like a oldie

Niggas treat me better than Kobe

Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters

All I got is mother fuckin' players

We get money in mother fuckin' layers

Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters

Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters

All I got is maids and waiters

All I got is suits and gators

Y'all niggas lost and I'm Las Vegas

Can You Dig It? lyrics - Ice Cube

[Intro: from "Airplane" (1980) movie]

[Randy:] Can I get you something?

[Second Jive Dude:] 'S'mofo butter layin' me to da' BONE! Jackin' me up... tight me!

[Randy:] I'm sorry, I don't understand

[First Jive Dude:] Cutty say 'e can't HANG!

[Jive Lady:] Oh, stewardess! I speak jive

[Randy:] Oh, good

[Jive Lady:] Jus' hang loose, blood. She gonna catch ya up on da rebound on da med side

[Second Jive Dude:] What it is, big mama? My mama no raise no dummies. I dug her rap!

[Jive Lady:] Cut me some slack, Jack! Chump don' want no help, chump don't GET da help!

[First Jive Dude:] Say 'e can't hang, say seven up!

[Jive Lady:] Jive-ass dude don't got no brains anyhow! Shiiiiit

I got my bell bottoms on with my cherry incense

My tailor-made slacks with the dick print

My afro pick with the black fist

I'm Jim Brown, bitch, Kung Fu kick

Platform shoes out the mother ship

Talk shit, swallow, spit, I'm a pimp

Whitewalls and a black leather coat

Where's my bread sucka?

Grab ya by the throat

Callin' all cars, one-adam-twelve

Pretty ass nigga, you better stick yourself

Militant, don't call me Cassius

Dashiki, I got to be the blackest

I'm Isaac Hayes with a switchblade

I'm Rodney Allen Rippy, come fuck with me

I'm just tryna tell ya, "Young blood, best respect your elders"

Right on

I'm comin' straight from the 70s

Super fly in my perm and my leather P's

I'm comin' straight from the 70s

Super fly in my perm and my leather P's

Sho-nuff

I'm comin' straight from the 70s

Old school playa, fuck what they tellin' me

Can you dig it?

I'm comin' straight from the 70s

Old school playa, fuck what they tellin' me

House parties, pop-lockin' and pickin'

Starter jackets, got my Jheri curl drippin'

Gangbangin', yeah, Bloodin' and Crippin'

Forty ounce sippin', '64 dippin'

No shoe strings, nigga, say word

I'm Magic Johnson, you Larry Bird

The day they blew up a rocket, I was lookin' at my beeper with a rock in my pocket, slangin'

Double up

Michael Jackson vs. Prince

Atari 2600, I don' done it

See that fat gold chain? Nigga, run it

I got my jimmy hat on 'cause I don't want it

Mike Tyson, who's my opponent?

Quick as Carl Lewis, be back in a moment

I won't shoot ya, nigga, I might nuke you, nigga

In my DeLorean, Back to the Future, nigga

Fresh

I'm comin' straight from the 80s

With my Jheri curl and my Mercedes

I'm comin' straight from the 80s

With my Jheri curl and my Mercedes

Word up

I'm comin' straight from the 80s

With my fat gold chain for the ladies

I'm comin' straight from the 80s

With my fat gold chain for the ladies

Man, you know what I'm sportin'

A short haircut, everything Jordan

That's right, a nigga played on the dream team

I had to let 'em know that it's a G Thang

It's a black thing, you wouldn't understand

Shaquille O'Neal the real Superman

Boy, I hit like Roy

Versace, Versace to all the real D-Boyz

In the crack spot with a laptop

Bumpin' that Biggie Smalls and 2Pac

French braid and weed heads

Where'd all these niggas come from with these dreads?

And during Y2K, I had a bootleg DVD watchin' Friday

So what I'm tryna tell ya, "Pump yo brakes, respect your elders"

Baby-baby

I'm comin' straight from the 90s

I keep it gangsta, gutter and grimy

I'm comin' straight from the 90s

I keep it gangsta, gutter and grimy

Fo-sho

I'm comin' straight from the 90s

Triple OG, you know where to find me

I'm comin' straight from the 90s

Triple OG, you know where to find me

Fresh for 2018

I'm an ex-gangbanger from Los Angeles

I've been to jail, fighting, partying, low riding

But you learn as you get older

You must become a man one day and put away childish things

Can you dig it?

Can you dig it?

Can you dig it?

That New Funkadelic lyrics - Ice Cube

California

You know the beat so sweet like booty meat

(So sweet)

You know the beat so sweet like booty meat

(Like booty meat)

You know the beat so sweet like booty meat

You know the beat so sweet like booty meat

No matter who you meet, you can move your feet

Come through bumpin' that new Funkadelic

That new Funkadelic

Come through bumpin' that new Funkadelic

That new Funkadelic

Ice Cube got that new Funkadelic

That new Funkadelic

Ice Cube got that new Funkadelic

Better run, go tell it

Got an uncle named George

Only motherfucker always down to org'

Freaky motherfucker wanna Georgy-porge

Treat a big booty like a smorgasbord

Freaks on the flow, freaks on the flow

How many of y'all freaks on the low?

Freaks on the flow, freaks on the flow

How many of y'all freaks on the low?

What's up for the evening?

I ain't into trickin', I'm into treatin'

What's up for the evening?

I ain't into trickin' bitch, I'm into treatin'

What's up for the evening?

I ain't into trickin', I'm into treatin'

What's up for the evening?

I ain't into trickin', I'm into treatin'

You know all about that party life

Party life

All about that party life

Party life

All about that party life

Party life

All about that party life

Party life

Come through bumpin' that new Funkadelic

That new Funkadelic

Come through bumpin' that new Funkadelic

That new Funkadelic

Ice Cube got that new Funkadelic

That new Funkadelic

Ice Cube got that new Funkadelic

Better run, go tell it

I heard weed was legal

Grow that shit nigga, feed your people

I heard weed was legal

Grow that shit nigga, feed your people

I heard weed was legal

Grow that shit nigga, feed your people

I heard weed was legal

Grow that shit nigga, feed your people, c'mon

Let's make a toast to every lazy

(Throw one up for the whole wide world)

(It's a west-side celebration)

(No doubt about us, then you freaky, freaky yeah)

You know the funk will linger

All these motherfuckers wanna smell my finger

All these motherfuckers wanna fuck my singers

I don't give a damn nigga, Jerry Springer

California love, California blood

Long as I got it I don't give a fuck

It's the hypnotic, I'm the narcotic

So if you're spotted actin' robotic

Freeze just like a mannequin

And then start panicking

I'm too hard for you

They still wanna feed you like barbecue

Freaks on the flow, freaks on the flow

How many of y'all freaks on the low?

Freaks on the flow, freaks on the flow

How many of y'all freaks on the low?

Come through bumpin' that new Funkadelic

That new Funkadelic

Come through bumpin' that new Funkadelic

That new Funkadelic

Ice Cube got that new Funkadelic

That new Funkadelic

Ice Cube got that new Funkadelic

Better run, go tell it

I ain't into trickin', I'm into treatin'

What's up for the evening?

I ain't into trickin', I'm into treatin'

What's up for the evening?

I ain't into trickin', I'm into treatin'

What's up for the evening?

I ain't into trickin', I'm into treatin'

What's up for the evening?

You know the beats so sweet like booty meat

(Like booty meat)

You know the beats so sweet like booty meat

You know the beats so sweet like booty meat

No matter who you meet, you can move your feet

One For The Money lyrics - Ice Cube

They ask me why I'm still in the game

Is it for the love or for the money?

And if everybody gettin' paid in love, I'm in it for the love

But if everybody gettin' paid in money

One for the money

Two for the money, uh

Three for the money

What the fuck is so funny?

Just 'cause you got the honey, can't get nothin' from me

Who I look like, the fuckin' Easter Bunny?

Release the Kraken, yup, and I get it crackin'

Mother fuckers better run when I Enter the Dragon

When I'm stackin', all y'all fuckin' tails'll be waggin'

Still khakis and Chucks, bitch, you know the fashion

Never change even though you look so strange

I'ma keep it one hunnid, you can keep the change

Some of y'all in the game for sex and drugs

But I'm in the game for checks and love, nigga

One for the money

Two for the money, uh

Three for the money

What the fuck is so funny? (Bitch)

Just 'cause you got the honey, can't get nothin' from me

Who I look like, the fuckin' Easter Bunny?

You bitches back up, you niggas act up

And knock down everything that I stack up

You better clean up before I re-up

I'm outta site bitch, Scotty beam me up

Some niggas hypnotized by the ass and the thighs

But pretty eyes won't get you on the Enterprise

It's shitty (What?), that God don't like ugly

It's a pity that I could give a fuck about pretty, bitch

One for the money

Two for the money, uh

Three for the money

What the fuck is so funny?

Just 'cause you got the honey, can't get nothin' from me

Who I look like, the fuckin' Easter Bunny?

Baby, baby, I know what you all about

Tryna get me to pull them dollars out

Fake hair, fake eyes, shit, I say no more

Fake titties, fake ass, what I'm payin' for?

Did it occur, you look like her?

And after these drinks you all look like a blur (God damn)

Even Superman lookin' for a bitch tonight

Understand that pussy like Kryptonite

One for the money

Two for the money, uh

Three for the money

What the fuck is so funny?

Just 'cause you got the honey, can't get nothin' from me

Who I look like, the fuckin' Easter Bunny?

If ain't about a dollar, I'ma have to holla, get at 'cha

Go jump in my Impala

If ain't about a dollar, I'ma have to holla, get at 'cha

Go jump in my Impala

One for the money

Two for the money, uh

Three for the money

What the fuck is so funny?

Just 'cause you got the honey, can't get nothin' from me

Who I look like, the fuckin' Easter Bunny?

Non Believers lyrics - Ice Cube

To all the non-believers (non-believers, non-believers)

I make a non-believer say, "Oh my God"

Ain't nothin' too incredible for the Wizard of Oz

Ain't nothin' too regretable for me to lose no sleep

These the cards I was dealt, bitch, read 'em and weep

It's that West side rollin, pussies get swollen

Knockin' niggas down in the pen, I'm bowlin'

Controllin' everything I'm holdin'

I made a promise to myself

I'ma keep it gangsta always even in the hallways of corporate America, break down the barrier

Self-made, Koolaid, fuck what you say

Fuck what he say, pimpin' ain't easy

Don Mega put a dagger in your swagger

Rollin' zones, tell Mick Jagger

Fuck the chit chatter

I got a bladder full of red cup liquor, yes, my nigga

Drinkin' out the pitcher, I turn water into wine like scripture

Make a toast, every dose is a overdose

And that ghost'll make your ass do the holy ghost

Make believers outta non-believers

Make believers out the overseers

Make 'em bow down when they need us

We got some non-believers out there

Make believers outta non-believers

Make believers out the overseers

Make 'em bow down when they need us

They got to bow down when they need us

Boo, I pop up like a phantom

And niggas got to take the ass whoopin' that I hand 'em

Yup, the guys call me Samson, I'm dangerous with a Samsung

Call my niggas at random and they quick to make ugly outta handsome

Old rappers, I fuck up your grandson

New rappers, meet Charlie Manson

I brainwash your damn son, yup, he'll leave the house with a handgun

But if he ran into Zimmerman, pull it out homie, you ain't got to run

It's a cold, cold world for all these non-believers and underachievers

These fake ass bitches and divas

Where the fuck will they go when they leave us?

Make believers outta non-believers

Make believers out the overseers

Make 'em bow down when they need us

We got some non-believers out there

Make believers outta non-believers

Make believers out the overseers

Make 'em bow down when they need us

They got to bow down when they need us

Don't get hogtied fuckin' with the raw hide

My four-five make the law hide

For life, gangsta for life

Think about your wife 'fore you play with your life

It's that rattlesnake from the battle state, trick

That python with the mic on, bitch

Palm trees are like napalm, grimy

In my hood he like Treyvon, try me

I'm walkin' home with my Skittles

The neighborhood watch first house to get riddled

Bust, leave bullets in your pillow

You fuckin' hero, don't make that bitch a widow

This gon' hurt just a little

White people, stop sayin' 'ghetto'

It's like the pot callin' the kettle

Damn, you the reason why we ghetto

We got some non-believers out there

Make believers outta non-believers

Make believers out the overseers

Make 'em bow down when they need us

They got to bow down when they need us

Can you believe this mother fuckin' shit?

Havin' faith is believin' in somethin' you have yet to see

You got to believe in somethin', homie

Why not believe in me?

Still In The Kitchen lyrics - Ice Cube

The almighty E-A-Ski track

Cook it up

Yeah

Raised a man, bake a man, roll that dough

Smokin' on a Swisha, bloody as a butcher

Cut you in two with mister ginsu

John Wu nigga from the LA Zoo

Grade A ass, I filet that ass

I make that cash, a birthday bash

I wedding crash, it's the iron chef

The big piece of chicken, that's all that's left

Cake Boss get you full as Rick Ross

All this sugar, don't forget to floss

Get lost if you already ate

Up out the kitchen, nigga, don't violate

Don't 'cha get shot, 'cha fuckin' bloodclot

No you're not, up in [?]

Shit is hot, baby, if your ass can't take it

Get the fuck out or get butt naked

W-W-West coast dime, you niggas don't want it

I'm still in the kitchen

Genghis Khan with Chuck Taylors on

There's no competition, I'm still in the kitchen

You niggas don't want it

Nigga, she know you rollin' in some dough

I'm still in the kitchen

With all that ambition

Yeah, I'm still in the kitchen

I'm still in the kitchen

Have you ever went over a friend's house to eat and his woman can't cook?

Nigga, I shook

Just my luck, fuck a potluck

B-B-Bitch better know how to fuck a duck up

Baby, wake up and hook my steak up

I don't give a fuck about your make-up

Don't come in here with no Wolfgang Puck

Hockey puck tastin' ass shit that suck

People know that my herbs and spices give niggas the itis with no gingivitis

Bite us

They think they gettin' they Wendy's but they gettin' is sugar diabetes

These Twinkies, got 'em wrapped around my pinkies

Cream fillin' comes out when I kill 'em

The cookie monster is up in the buildin'

Willy Wonka, I treat 'em like my children

My favorite

W-W-West coast dime, you niggas don't want it

I'm still in the kitchen

Genghis Khan with Chuck Taylors on

There's no competition, I'm still in the kitchen

You niggas don't want it

Nigga, she know you rollin' in some dough

I'm still in the kitchen

With all that ambition

Yeah, I'm still in the kitchen

I'm still in the kitchen

My gumbo is like straight up Columbo

Ya know? That shit that they grow out in Humbolt

Ya know? They wanna call me the colonel

That nigga dead, this shit eternal

Ya know? Take a look in my cookbook

Everything I do is a good look

Don't mistake my notepad for the Good Book

The nerve of 'em, turn on my oven

Mother fucker so full, think I drug 'em

Hand on they stomach, can't stop rubbin'

Fatten ya up and if ya herky jerky

Carve your ass up in that turkey jerkey

Serve you on a platter with side of clam chowder

My hot sauce ain't just hot, it's gunpowder

Aunt Jemima but my fuckin' syrup

I make a chef take his ass back to Europe

W-W-West coast dime, you niggas don't want it

I'm still in the kitchen

Genghis Khan with Chuck Taylors on

There's no competition, I'm still in the kitchen

You niggas don't want it

Nigga, she know you rollin' in some dough

I'm still in the kitchen

With all that ambition

Yeah, I'm still in the kitchen

I'm still in the kitchen

Give me half a cup of hustle

A teaspoon of game

And a pinch of bullshit

Good Cop Bad Cop lyrics - Ice Cube

Turn me loose

Turn me loose

Break 'em off some

Yeah

Good cop, good cop, rollin' with that bad cop

What you doing, boy, turn in that blood clot

Buck shot shot, they fly through the drug spot

Robots can't give a damn who the fuck's shot

Clean cop, clean cop, fucking with that dirty cop

Don't act like yo ass never heard of that

Clean cop, clean cop, rollin' with that mean cop

Still tryna act proud as a peacock

You know that mean cop might need a detox

Motherfucker tryna blow me out my Reeboks

But I swing like Jack and the Beanstalk

Chop them down, when these bitches tryna lock me down

Hit the ground, hit the turf, walk the earth

Cube kidnap your mind, Patty Hearst

Bust a verse, that'll make your ass hit reverse

Kill the curse that was placed on the universe

West coast war lord

Blacker than the black knight

Fuck a black and white, when they ain't actin' right

Good cop, good cop fillin' out your report

Bad cop asking you to distort

Bad cop asking you to lie in court

Send another young brother up north

Send another young sister off course

While these motherfuckers chill on the golf course

Black police showin' out for the white cop

White police showin' out for the wack cop

Black police showin' out for the white cop

White police showin' out for the wack cop

Lazy cop, fuckin' with that crazy cop

Always bragging 'bout that new case he got

Do or die cop, with that suicide cop

Tell the truth cop with that "You-a-lie" cop

Are you fuckin' high cop? Don't even try cop

Ain't no motherfuckin' drugs up in my spot

All you find in my closet is the high tops,

And my motherfuckin' tickets to the sky box

Hold up nigga (hold up), I'm a rider

Youse a roll up, yep, the controller

Make me mad, that's when I get swole up (don't touch that)

The Incredible Hulk is bipolar

Come out the cuffs, knock off the rust

Throw my hands up, you still wanna bust

The Trojan horse is full of excessive force

When they try get aggressive, niggas off the porch

Black police showin' out for the white cop

White police showin' out for the wack cop

Black police showin' out for the white cop (Turn me loose)

White police showin' out for the wack cop

Good cop, good cop, where is your dignity?

Where's your empathy? Where is your sympathy?

Bad cop, where's your humanity?

Good cop, is that just a fantasy?

Tell on that nigga, snitch on that bitch

Truth be told, motherfuck the blue code

Fuck the po-po actin' like Deebo

Already know Craig a-let the brick go

Black Lives Matter, is not chit chatter

-Cause all they wanna do is scatter brain matter

A mind is a terrible thing to waste

A nine is terrible in your face

The mace has a terrible fuckin' taste

The pen is a terrible fuckin' place

The kings all hate the fuckin' ace

The judge sabotaged my fuckin' case

Racist motherfucker

Black police showin' out for the white cop

White police showin' out for the wack cop