Ice Cube with The Lench Mob I got it on A that's livin' in the city of the criminal zone One time can't the law in order 'Cause goin' crazy for a quarter You're tuned in to the number one in the area The way I'm I'm scarin' ya I'm darin ya to raise and bail and brag and sag Or beat for ya flag 'cause if you is or you ain't a banger one in the chamber 'cause you'll get them put on ya son Ice has got the 4-1-1 All the ol' house fellows are crooks So I get looks keep thinkin' did my hair grow? Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Hell no, I'll static son, see it's okay I keep my 9 For the day one of my homies to squab I'm still wit The Lench Mob
(AmeriKKKa's wanted)
Back in the day I dip my shirt in Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes got hurt But if you know me, you know that I'm To bust a cap it's all about survival of the fittest I'm a menace I did so dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book From the shit I took people I reap all your fat shit, Back to the sect I leave crew after crew but can't catch me yet 'cause I'm slick as They can't get wit me, cops shit to me I can't dig a pig so I the dogs And sweat em sweat hogs And get mad, mad I'm the nigga that flaunt it AmeriKKKa's most
Hey yo, here's the poster read: 'Ice Cube is wanted all it said I put heads to bed and fled the wit all the green shots and si-reens When I feet first they yo' rings, now they my So give it up punk and then I Put jack in progress the American way 'cause I'm the Ice Cube, a motherfuckin' And tried to the early bird but they slept, so Who the worm? And if I'm caught in a You know I'ma the wack a payoff, cop gotta lay off FBI on my dick, off! I'm not a rebel or a on a quest I'm a nigga with a 'S' on his So get the 'cause I'm a rip tonight 'cause I'm scarin' ya, wanted by
(Hey yo Cube man, on your ass)
Word, but who the has heard? time to take a trip to the suburbs Let em see a invasion 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 weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D Had a little fly ass wit me Sittin' in a dig, yo it be (What up G?) Saw my on TV Damn (oh shit!) I know I lucked out Struck out, I get the fuck out my bags and tried to hit the dough when The ol' down the street must've turned me in 'Cause the was out there ten deep I got hassled and gaffled in the back I think back when I was 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 said it before and I'll taught it motherfucker with a color is most wanted