Ice Cube The Lench Mob I got it goin' on A nigga livin' in the city of the criminal zone One can't keep the law in order 'Cause goin' crazy for a quarter You're tuned in to the number one crew in the The way I'm talkin I'm ya I'm darin ya to raise and bail and brag and sag Or beat for ya flag 'cause if you is or you a gang banger Keep one in the you'll get them things put on ya son Ice has got the 4-1-1 All the ol' school house fellows are So I get looks They keep did my hair grow? Will the boys 'n' the have to beat down 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 rollin wit The Lench Mob
(AmeriKKKa's wanted)
in the day I dip my shirt in dirt Sometimes I got clean, sometimes 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 to be in the Guinness Book From the I took from people I all your fat shit, jack to the criminals sect I leave crew after crew but they can't me yet I'm slick as slippery They can't get wit me, cops ain't to me I dig a pig so I drop the dogs And sweat em sweat hogs And get mad, mad 'cause I'm the nigga that it AmeriKKKa's most
Hey yo, what the poster read: 'Ice Cube is wanted That's all it I put to bed and fled the scene wit all the green Hear shots and I feet first they yo' rings, now they my rings So give it up and then I just Put another jack in It's the way I'm the G-A-N-G-S-T-A Ice Cube, a motherfuckin' And tried to catch the early but they slept, so Who the worm? 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 'cause I'm a rip tonight 'cause I'm scarin' ya, by America
(Hey yo Cube man, they on ass)
Word, but who the fuck has It's time to a trip to the suburbs Let em see a nigga Point blank for the Cock the hammer crackle, smile Take me to house, pal Got to the house, my got fat, see Crack the safe, got the and the jewelry Three weeks later, I'm at the Had a fly ass bitch wit me in a dig, yo it couldn't be (What up G?) Saw my on TV (oh shit!) I didn't know I lucked out Struck out, I gotta get the out my bags and tried to hit the dough when The ol' bitch down the must've turned me in 'Cause the feds was out ten deep I got hassled and gaffled in the seat I think back when I was robbin' my own The police didn't pay it no But when I robbin' the white folks Now I'm in the pen wit the I said it before and still taught it Every motherfucker with a color is most