Ice Cube with The Mob I got it goin' on A nigga that's livin' in the of the criminal zone One time can't keep the law in 'Cause everybody's goin' crazy for a tuned in to the number one crew in the area The way I'm I'm scarin' ya I'm darin ya to raise hell and bail and and sag Or beat down for ya 'cause if you is or you ain't a gang one in the chamber 'cause you'll get things put on ya son Ice Cube has got the All the ol' school house fellows are So I get jealous They keep did my hair grow? the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube? Hell no, I'll son, you'll see it's okay I my 9 anyway For the day one of my want 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 people got But if you know me, you that I'm liable To bust a cap it's all about survival of the fittest I'm a menace I did so much I need to be in the Guinness Book the shit I took from people I all your fat shit, jack Back to the criminals I leave crew crew but they can't catch me yet I'm slick as slippery They can't get wit me, cops ain't to me I can't dig a pig so I drop the And em like sweat hogs And get mad, mad 'cause I'm the that flaunt it AmeriKKKa's wanted
Hey yo, here's what the poster 'Ice Cube is dead' all it said I put to bed and fled the scene wit all the green Hear and si-reens When I feet first yo' rings, now they my rings So give it up and then I just Put another in progress It's the way 'cause I'm the Ice Cube, a clepto' And tried to catch the early bird but slept, so Who gets the And if I'm caught in a You know beat the wack a payoff, cop gotta lay off FBI on my dick, off! I'm not a or a renegade on a quest I'm a nigga a 'S' on his chest So get the Kryptonite I'm a rip tonight I'm scarin' ya, wanted by America
(Hey yo Cube man, they on ass)
Word, but who the has heard? time to take a trip to the suburbs Let em see a invasion Point blank for the Cock the hammer then crackle, me to your house, pal Got to the house, my got fat, see the safe, got the money and the jewelry Three weeks later, I'm at the 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 gotta get the out Pack my and tried to hit the dough when The ol' bitch down the street turned me in the feds was out there ten deep I got hassled and in the back seat I back when I was robbin' my own kind The didn't pay it no mind But I start robbin' the white folks Now I'm in the pen wit the I it before and I'll still taught it Every motherfucker with a color is most