Ice Cube with The Mob I got it goin' on A nigga that's livin' in the city of the criminal One time can't keep the law in 'Cause everybody's goin' for a quarter You're in to the number one crew in the area The way I'm I'm scarin' ya I'm ya to raise hell and bail and brag and sag Or beat for ya flag if you is or you ain't a gang banger Keep one in the 'cause you'll get them put on ya son Ice has got the 4-1-1 All the ol' school fellows are crooks So I get looks They thinkin' did my hair grow? Will the boys 'n' the have to beat down Ice Cube? Hell no, I'll static son, see it's okay I my 9 anyway For the day one of my want to squab I'm rollin wit The Lench Mob
(AmeriKKKa's wanted)
in the day I dip my shirt in dirt Sometimes I got away clean, people got hurt But if you know me, you that I'm liable To bust a cap 'cause it's all about survival of the I'm a menace I did so much I need to be in the Guinness Book From the shit I took from I reap all your fat shit, to the criminals sect I leave crew crew but they can't catch me yet 'cause I'm as slippery They get wit me, cops ain't shit to me I can't dig a pig so I drop the And sweat em like sweat And get mad, mad 'cause I'm the nigga that it AmeriKKKa's wanted
Hey yo, here's what the read: 'Ice Cube is wanted all it said I put heads to bed and the scene wit all the green Hear shots and When I first they yo' rings, now they my rings So give it up punk and then I Put another jack in It's the way 'cause I'm the Ice Cube, a motherfuckin' And to catch the early bird but they slept, so Who gets the And if I'm caught in a You know I'ma the wack With a payoff, cop lay off FBI on my dick, off! I'm not a rebel or a renegade on a I'm a nigga with a 'S' on his So get the 'cause I'm a rip tonight 'cause I'm scarin' ya, by America
(Hey yo man, they on your ass)
Word, but who the fuck has It's time to take a to the suburbs Let em see a invasion blank for the Caucasian Cock the hammer crackle, smile me to your house, pal Got to the house, my got fat, see Crack the safe, got the money and the 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 (oh shit!) I didn't know I lucked out Struck out, I get the fuck out Pack my bags and tried to hit the when The ol' bitch down the street must've me in the feds was out there ten deep I got and gaffled in the back seat I think back I was robbin' my own kind The police pay it no mind But when I robbin' 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