Not Like Them lyrics - Ice Cube

First thing I think about is your tussling smile

And all the things that drive me wild

Peep this, it's not a secret (No)

I sound so good over G shit (So good)

And I am so convinced

This world, it don't make sense (Crazy, wow)

Yeah

Smile in my face, that's the psych-out

Talk shit behind my back, pull the knife out

Young fool, he call me old school (Damn)

But you the one hope to reach twenty-two (So true)

Young boo, I done lived two of you (Two of you)

Young dog, I done lived three of y'all

So listen to a nigga when I'm freein' y'all (Listen)

It's no sucker shit when it's me involved (None, ayy, crazy)

Understand I am not like them

Chew 'em up, spit 'em out like phlegm (Crazy, mm)

And I am so convinced (What?)

This world, it don't make sense

Back to the future, it's a crisis

Controlled by these hand devices

Smartphone (Smartphone) equal dumb domes (Dumb domes)

Done forgot how to make my way back home

Ain't that a bitch?

Which way we goin', huh? (Ayy, do you remember my phone?)

I forgot, shit

We fish, call internet (Damn)

So let's blow up the internet (Boom)

It's artificial intelligence (Fake shit)

That make people irrelevant

Niggas goin' where the devil went

But Cube, never out my element

Keep it one thou'-thou' (Yeah)

And if you wanna bring the funk

Niggas still down with the pow-pow

If I do it, I'll never regret it (Never)

This world'll drive you crazy if you let it (Fuck that)

(Never) And I am so convinced (What?)

This world, it don't make sense (Yeah)

Understand I am not like them (No)

I'd rather be here kickin' with Kim

Every time I see them cakes

A nigga can't concentrate, that's why I'm overweight

'Cause I overate, wanna procreate

Let's glide on this beat like roller skates, baby (Yeah)

Understand I am not like them

My cup runneth over past the rim

Check out my melody like Rakim

It's not a felony chasin' my celery

Fuck what you tellin' me, I'ma live heavenly (Yeah)

Do this shit 'til I'm seventy

Do this shit 'til I'm ninety

And I still got the homie

Mr. WC as my crimee

You in the foxhole with the vets (That's right)

Livin' life with no regrets (Yeah)

Understand I am not like them (No)

Chew 'em up, spit 'em out like phlegm (Yeah, yo, hmm)

And I am so convinced

This world, it don't make sense