Ice Cube with The Lench Mob I got it on A that's livin' in the city of the criminal zone One time keep the law in order 'Cause everybody's goin' crazy for a You're tuned in to the number one in the area The way I'm talkin I'm ya I'm darin ya to hell and bail and brag and sag Or beat down for ya 'cause if you is or you a gang banger one in the chamber 'cause you'll get them put on ya son Ice has got the 4-1-1 All the ol' school house fellows are So I get jealous They keep did my hair grow? Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat Ice Cube? Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's I my 9 anyway For the day one of my homies to squab I'm still rollin wit The Mob
(AmeriKKKa's wanted)
Back in the day I dip my shirt in Sometimes I got away clean, people got hurt But if you me, you know that I'm liable To bust a cap 'cause it's all survival of the fittest I'm a crook I did so much dirt I need to be in the Book From the shit I took people I reap all your fat shit, to the criminals sect I leave crew after crew but they catch me yet 'cause I'm as slippery They can't get wit me, cops shit to me I can't dig a pig so I drop the And sweat em like hogs And get mad, mad I'm the nigga that flaunt it most wanted
Hey yo, what the poster read: 'Ice Cube is wanted all it said I put heads to bed and fled the scene wit all the Hear and si-reens When I feet they yo' rings, now they my rings So give it up and then I just Put another in progress the American way 'cause I'm the Ice Cube, a motherfuckin' And tried to catch the early bird but slept, so Who the worm? And if I'm caught in a You know I'ma beat the a payoff, cop gotta lay off FBI on my dick, off! I'm not a rebel or a on a quest I'm a with a 'S' on his chest So get the Kryptonite I'm a rip tonight 'cause I'm scarin' ya, wanted by
(Hey yo Cube man, they on ass)
Word, but who the fuck has It's time to take a to the suburbs Let em see a nigga Point for the Caucasian Cock the then crackle, smile Take me to house, pal Got to the house, my got fat, see Crack the safe, got the and the jewelry Three later, I'm at the P-A-D Had a fly ass bitch wit me in a dig, yo it couldn't be (What up G?) Saw my on TV Damn (oh shit!) I know I lucked out Struck out, I gotta get the out Pack my bags and tried to hit the when The ol' bitch down the street turned me in 'Cause the feds was out there ten I got hassled and in the back seat I think when I was robbin' my own kind The police didn't pay it no But when I start the white folks Now I'm in the pen wit the I it before and I'll still taught it Every with a color is most wanted