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

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