Ice Cube

[fox69]

"Death"
(feat. Khalid Abdul Muhammad)

"Death"
(feat. Khalid Abdul Muhammad)



[Dr. Khalid Muhammad:]
Let me live my life! [beat starts]
We can no longer LIVE OUR LIVES...
Then let us... GIVE OUR LIVE for the liberation...
And salvation of the Black Nation
Saints, saviors, soldiers, scholars... healers and killers
No longer dead, deaf, dumb and blind out of our my mind!
BRAIN-WASHED with the white men's mind
NO MORE HOMICIDE!
NO MORE FRATRICIDE!
NO MORE SUCIDE, INFANTCIDE AND... GENOCIDE!
Look that goddamn white man in his COLD... blue-eyes
Devil don't even TRY... We Bay Bay Kids!
We DON'T die... we... MULTIPLY!
You heard the death side
Open your black eyes for the REBIRTH...
Resurrection... and rise! [beat fades-out]

 

[fox69]

"Definition Of A West Coast G (Intro)"

"Definition Of A West Coast G (Intro)"


Representin' South Centeral
Representin' West Coast
Ice Cube

Definition Of A West Coast G

 

[fox69]

"Dimes & Nicks (A Call From Mike Epps)"

"Dimes & Nicks (A Call From Mike Epps)"


[Voicemail:] please record your message

[Mike Epps:] Nah Cube man how we gon' get somethin' how we gon' eat man?
You know you rappin' this shit we can't do no movies
My kids is lookin' at me like "What we doin' daddy? What we doin'?
Have you talked to him? Have you heard anything?"
I know this rap shit takes away our whole 2- 3 years away from us gettin' doin' the movie Cube
Come on they waitin' on another Next Friday.
Everywhere I go "Give me another Friday" I need somethin' Cube I'm runnin' out
Man, I ain't gon' lie I just bought half ounce of today
Me and my girl begged that out and we ready to get it out
She said we could sit over auntie's house this Friday and knock every sap
By Monday we been in south there in whole half ounce
I'm a flip that get a hole out. Take the hole out flip the ho...
the whole ounce by that time everybody word a mouth is that I got Dimes & Nicks
I'm a take the whole ounce flip and give me 2.
Too make a formac I'm taking the formac and flippin' and I'm a have 9 of 'em
Cube just uh give me a call back

 

[fox69]

"Dirty Mack"

"Dirty Mack"


There's a new girl on my street
And I might introduce her to mack me
Told my homeboy I was scoping hoping
To crack them legs wide open
Ready to break that banging ass
Get it with the shad
Take a bath in her mouth yeah
Better keep the trojan
And if the sex was good still be the whole frame
Fucked around and told my plan to the man
Sitting next to the god damn men
How was I to know son
That the nigg' blow with one and told the 4-1-1
With a big fat grand
Talking 'bout all the whores that I ran up in
Broke a nigga plan like dishes
Cuz now the bitch is getting suspicious
She know I fuck whores outa habit
Who framed Cube, mothafuck Roger Rabbit!
Cuz I couldn't have and got stabbed in the back
By a black ass dirty mack...

[CHORUS:]

And if you didn't know it's like that
I got a big fat gat for the dirty mack
Yeah nigga didn't you know it was like that
I got a big fat gat for the dirty mack...

There goes the bill-board pull it
And see up I'm still #1 with the bullet
what the fuck do I sing?
It looks like the Predator
it's gettin dissed by the editor
Looked up and hell of white for caper
It's to lynch a nigga on paper
But I'm much too black for the god damn cracker
Huh! Dirty Macker
Even the Guardian Angel got mental
But never seen their ass walking past South Central
Little super hair oh don't lemme catcha
I fuck around and wetcha
Try to dirty mack me out
Try to take food out my kids mouth
You're looking at my people are stronger than your evil
All you ask where they got the hip hop
At the dope the 187 taxi on your toe
So act like you know
That nigga that's known to jack
Devils in little red hats
Motherfuckin dirty macks!

[CHORUS]

Don't come to an O.G., with that 'he said she said'
Bitch, hit the freeway, dirty mack's get tossed
Cuz I fuck around, and jump your ass like Kris Kross
Just might blast, snake in the grass
Gotta shake up the ass
Found at a trunk of funk
Tall and stiff as a philly blunt
What more do you want you unfucked up the plot
And deserve just what you got
Cuz I'm hotter than tabasco
You little ass hole
Mow I gotta do you like grass chow
PKO now you see they flow on cannabis
Cause you scandalous
Don't know who the man is
Ice Cube a jack
The white ass Dirt Mack

[OUTRO:]

And if you didn't know it's like that
I got a big fat gat for the dirty mack
Yo Savage didn't you know it was like that
I got a big fat gat for the dirty mack
I suppose you don't know it's like that
I got a big fat gat for the dirty mack...

 

[fox69]

"Do Ya Thang"

"Do Ya Thang"


[Chorus]
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!

[Verse 1]
I'm in that Hot Thang, gutter lane
Dippin' with that wood grain
So fuckin' hood, mayne
They call me The Boogeyman
In that slow lane, what is your whole name?
I forgot this ho's name, I'll call her Louise Lane
Up on that boulevard, 24's rotate
Ice Cube comin' through, gotta make the hoes wait
Roll at my own pace - nigga, don't hate!
Fuck all you fat-fuckers leanin' up against my paint!
Ice Cube, I steal a little paint (Movie star!)
Fuck you! Pour a nigga a lil' drink!
That's how it's goin' down out here in California
Listen to my people, when a nigga hit the corner!

[Chorus]
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who is the flyest one of all?

[Verse 2]
Now pull in the parking lot
Nigga, find a parking spot
Fired up, everyone want to spark a lot
Puff-puff-pass, we out on Ave.
Lookin' for a big fat ass to harass!
Is it you? Uh-huh, I see you lookin'
When we roll by, pussy still cookin'
Freaks get tooken when they lookin' for stars
If you don't like my face - bitch, look at my car!
Keep it simple, I told you once befo'
It really don't matter how I get you to the mo'
It really don't matter how I get you in my low
Just hop in, let's go
And let your friends know!

[Chorus]
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who is the flyest one of all?

[Verse 3]
Do ya thang, girl!
Fuck what they lookin' at!
We the dogs gettin' chased by the pussycat
West Coast, baby - with so much gravy
You should call The Navy, ever since the 80's
I've been doin' good, they been doin' bad
When I see you walk by, I'm pursuin' that
But never chase it, my game is so basic
As soon as I lace it - baby, wanna taste it?
Just face it, put me to the test
Ice Cube would ace it, I'm built for success
Fuck a Rockstar! We wanna party like a Rap Star
In the club, in the house, or the backyard (Yay-yay!)
You make it rain with ones, I make it rain with hun's
And we get lap-dance from nuns
They put away they crucifix
And they say, "Ice Cube - boy, you the shit!"

[Chorus]
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who is the flyest one of all?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who is the flyest one of all?

[Bridge]
I see you lookin' at me
We don't give a fuck!
What you lookin' at?
We gonna give it up!

[Chorus]
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who is the flyest one of all?
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!

 

[fox69]

"Doin' What It 'Pose 2Do"

"Doin' What It 'Pose 2Do"


"Thinkin about what he gon' do now"
"Ri-ride through the hood"
"Keep it low to the ground"
"Gangster"
"Ride through the hood"
"Keep it low to the ground"
"Ri-ride through the hood"
"Keep it low to the ground"
"Gangster"
"Ride through the hood, ride through the hood"
"Ri-ride through the hood"
"Keep it low to the ground"
"Ri-ride through the hood"
"Keep it low to the ground"
"Ri-ri-ri-ride through the hood"
"Keep it low to the ground"
"Gangster"
"Low, low to the, l-l-low to the ground"

[Chorus: Ice Cube]
You see my lo' lo' (doin what it 'pose to do)
And that fo' do' (doin what it 'pose to do)
You know my big watch (doin what it 'pose to do)
I make the bitches watch (doin what it 'pose to do)
I see that big ass (doin what it 'pose to do)
When you walk pass (doin what it 'pose to do)
You know my shit shine (doin what it 'pose to do)
I make the bitch mind (doin what it 'pose to do)

[Ice Cube]
Had to come through, shine on you niggaz
Stop lyin on a nigga, got my nine on your liver (click clack)
Fuck around and go blind on a nigga
Do time for a nigga, put your mind on your mirror (POO POW!)
All you niggaz that's materialistic
Don't fuck wit'cha boy or become a statistic
Ice Cube is very artistic
But I'm still from the hood, will take your existence
So muhfuckers tryna scratch my paint
It's West coast in the house, what the fuck you thank? (the fuck you thank?)
I'm big bank guy, spent on my outfit
'Cause I'm fly and your ass ain't about shit
I let that bullshit do what it 'pose to do
Go to the club, grab me a hoe or two
Understand, God has a chosen few
Fuck around, and I'll put some holes in you

[Chorus]

[Ice Cube]
Now e'ry muhfucker in here bitchin, we rollin
In that big body wide thang, a nigga patrollin
Y'all jealous of the ass that a nigga be holdin
Ain't scared of the po' po' and what they patrollin?
Gotta job muhfucker, I work for myself
I got benefits bitch, dental and health
I do it 24/7, I rob 7-11
If I had to, I take it straight back to heaven
+Witta Attitude+, I got the Range blowed out
So if you jack me homey, I never jump out (No!)
I just tickle these switches and tickle these bitches
That's lickin all on my paint job like liquorish
I know a lotta dances, they call me Jolly Ranchers
'Cause I shine like Rudolph, nigga fuck Prancer!
Ice Cube, reflect like chrome (bling!)
When I'm in the hood, I run it like Rome (Yi-YAY!)

[Chorus]

[Ice Cube]
Call her ass right there, she got that kush
And I'ma run all through it like Reggie Bush
And I'ma hit that bush like George Bush
In the middle of the night like a crook
Don't fuck with her, her ass is average
Only fuck with the ones with the whole package
Who gives a fuck if yo' ass look good
If yo' ass can't cook good, that's on the hood (that's on the hood)
Fine bitches, you shit out of luck
'Cause I'm prolly gon' eat more than I fuck (more than I fuck)
You got do it all, not just send them all
Cook and cleaning, love a nigga's shitty drawers
Naw, I'll keep you flossin up at Ready Tellers
The kinda shit that make them other bitches jealous
Pull up, jump out, I'm like new money
And watch the bees in the house come and get the honey

[Chorus]
"Ri-ride through the hood"
"Keep it low to the ground" [Cube:] Yeah
"Ride through the hood"
"Keep it low to the ground" [Cube:] Show out
"Ri-ride through the hood"
"Keep it low to the ground" [Cube:] Show out
"Ride through the hood, ride through the hood" [Cube:] Nigga, I'ma show out
"Ri-ride through the hood"
"Keep it low to the ground" [Cube:] Show out
"Ri-ride through the hood"
"Keep it low to the ground" [Cube:] Show out
"Ri-ri-ri-ride through the hood"
"Keep it low to the ground" [Cube:] Show out nigga, show out
"Low, low to the, l-l-low to the ground" [Cube:] Show out

 

[fox69]

"Doing Dumb Shit"

"Doing Dumb Shit"


<O'Shea! O'Shea!
Get your ass in here, boy
You hear me calling you?
O'Shea!>

When I was young I used to hang with the seventh graders
Little bad motherfucker playing Space Invaders
Fucking with the girls in the fourth grade
Either feeling on they butts or pulling on they braids
Walking with the schoolhouse bully
By doing that, I had a lot of pull, G
Cheating on tests, making a mess
Cussing like a sailor at recess
It must a been a half moon
Cause you'll catch me running out the little girls' bathroom
Chewing on Good and Plenties
Got my gamble on at lunch pitching pennies
Yo I was living like the class clown
Pulling all the hokes, making all the jokes man
When you young it's hard to see
That it's wrong throwing rocks at the RTD
Popping out your window with a BB gun
Better yet knocking on your door and run
Playing hide-and-go-get-it for a little stank
Even though I was still shooting blanks
As soon as the dark hit
I was stealing candy out the corner market
Until I got my ass whipped
Cause I was ten years old, doing dumb shit

Thirteen, that's how old I was
When my jimmy started getting a little peach fuzz
And I was looking at any butt and ass
Me and my homies started cutting class
Going up to the high school
Looking for any bitch I could lie to
Tell em I was older than I really was
Smoked my first joint and got really buzzed
That's what a mack's made of
But when I got my first piece of pussy I fell in love
Hard as a rock the long way
And then I put the rubber on the wrong way
But I still gotta have it
Overexcited and fucking like a jackrabbit
Goddamn I was hot
A virgin but I still knew how to lay pipe
Even though the hoe worked me
I still knocked the boots from here to Albuquerque
Then the shit got strange money
I started shaking and jimmy felt funny
Then the nut came gushing
I jumped up got dressed and start pushing
Cause I thought the bitch broke my dick
Cause I was still young doing dumb shit

At 17 got my first Volkswagon
And mastered the life-long art of dragging
To the women in college
Hung out with the OG's and got some street knowledge
Breaking in cars and all that
Hitting punk fools with a baseball bat
Fucking at a real fast rate
Til they said that I might not graduate
Then I said fuck the dumb shit
Cause Pops'll fuck me up quick
If things continued
So I start rapping about shit I been through
And I got real good
Now I look at all the kids in the neighborhood
Trying to be baby macks
Doing shit that I did seven years back
Going through a stage
But before they can grow up they on the front page
And they mommas is having a fit
Cause they died young doing dumb shi

 

[fox69]

"Don't Make Me Hurt Ya Feelings"

"Don't Make Me Hurt Ya Feelings"


[Ice Cube]
From hood to hood, sea to shinin sea
Let this be the anthem, when you niggaz see me
Fuck 'em, uh-huh

[Chorus]
When I'm on the block, and you see me chillin
With that drop-top, don't let me hurt ya feelings
When I'm in the club, lookin like a million
With that bitch you love, don't let me hurt ya feelings

[Ice Cube]
Tick tock, niggaz see me on the block
and they stomachs drop, cause I'm so fuckin hot
Now, you know my M.O. pull up and blow the horn
She runs out at night and comes back in the morn'
Leave these niggaz lookin like Children of the Corn
Ain't nuttin in the world like a bitch nigga scorned
Forewarned if you thinkin 'bout this porn
It may result in yo' drawers gettin torn nigga
I'm Jose Jackson last born
I'm a rooster, Foghorn Leghorn
Youse a loser, get your feelings hurt when I seduce her
She turn my dick to stone just like Medusa
Mad cause I got my dick sucked, and my balls licked
Faggot niggaz come out the closet
You know that bitch you like that's throwin the P
You know that bitch you like is goin with me

[Chorus]

[Ice Cube]
Let the fo' chrome blow ya dome, nigga I'm the king of Rome
Jim Jones these hoes into my living room
Niggaz get jealous, at the Goodfellas
"He's a hot dog~!" Nigga add relish
Papered out, lay you out, fuckin with my paper route
Take you out so momma cain't make you out
When I creep niggaz read 'em and weep
When they peep I'm a fuckin wolf dressed like a sheep
So fresh, so clean, so nice, so mean
She's a motherfuckin fiend for this niggarole supreme (yeay-yay)
Hoes scream they wanna be on my team, but uhh
It's a dream like Martin the King
Heartbreaker, money taker, nigga, it's my nature
to shake her, soon as a nigga break her
And I'm done, you can have her back
Sucker niggaz askin where yo' ass was at

[Chorus]

[Ice Cube]
My hood, yo' hood, niggaz up to no good
Get your shine on, please make it understood
Get your grind on nigga 'til it's all good
Run up on these 24's - wish you would

I wish y'all bitch niggaz would
Swizz Beatz wanna give you crybaby niggaz a pacifier
When you see us comin get to runnin [fades out]

 

[fox69]

"Don't Trust 'em"

"Don't Trust 'em"


You can't trust a big butt and a smile
No, that's the old style
In ninety-deuce, shit ain't quite the same
Bitches gotta brand new game, yo
It's kinda hard to see
But the dating game ain't what it used to be
Back in the day, if a ho wanted ya dough
She give you a piece of ass and there we go
Go and get knocked up and then get socked up
You be broke and locked up
But the news done hit
Bitches all over on some new improved shit
To y'all macks
Come to find out that bitches are pullin jacks
I remember every night all you had to worry about
Was gettin caught at a red light
And the nigga gettin ya five, day to days
Now shit done changed
Cos you gots to watch the ones in the skirt
And it ain't about gettin burnt
I know it sounds strange, but could you
Stop thinkin with ya dick for a change
Cos you'll get a bullet in your brain, Mr Rich
And about that bitch, don't trust em

[Chorus]

(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy bitch)
Don't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy bitch)
You can't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
[Repeat]

Here's how the bitches jack:
They try to catch a dumb nigga in the act
You came to the club, stepped to the bar
And pulled out a wad of Doves
After you got buzzed, she walk by
You saw how big her ass was
Got her on the dancefloor
And she started dancin like a ho
Jimmy got stiff, she ain't have a ride home
So you gave the bitch a lift
She didn't wanna trouble you
But hopped her big ass in your BMW
Hopped to her house and started kissin
And Jimmy just wouldn't listen
Cos you got real horny
And that ain't cool at four in the morning
Started undressing the ho
Got to the drawers and the ho said "No!
"Not on the first date
"It's gettin kinda late, could you come back at eight?"
You said "Yeah!" cos you thought you met a wholesome ho
But nigga, she know you rollin in some dough
And you'll regret and somethin 'bout a bitch you just met
Don't trust em!

[Interlude:]
[scratching of BBD's 'Poison' and PE's 'Don't Believe The Hype']

Eight o'clock on the dot, nigga's hot
Dick hard as a rock
Straight on a solo creep
Can't wait till her little boy go to sleep
So you can seduce the G
Bust a nut and make an excuse to leave
You got her worked out cos you the man
But the bitch got diff'rent plans
She said "Take off your clothes, jump in the bed"
While she powder her nose
You get butt naked, cos you ready to wreck it!
Cos you's a motherfuckin punk, next thing you know
The door flies open with a blast
With four niggas in ski masks
Pointin a gun at the pimp
You're scared as a motherfucker and Jimmy done went limp
They beat you down just a taste
Take ya to your house and make ya open up the safe
Drove you far, tied up in the trunk of your own fuckin car
Take you out and pop the cap
I told you the bitch was a trap
Don't trust em!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Down For Whatever"

"Down For Whatever"


[Intro]

Damn.
I'm broke.
My feet hurt.
(Inside the mind of a car jacker)
And that bitch is slippin.
It makes me wanna..creep.
It makes me wanna..creep.

[Verse One]

Damn, I'm such a G it's pathetic
Here comes the big-headed
Nigga that's dippin
Sippin on Courvoisier
Goddamn I must havta floss today
Now pimpin aint easy but it's necessary
So I'm chasin bitches like Tom chased Jerry
I'll put the pedal to the flo-uh
In my two-tone Ford Explo-uh
You know how it's done
Sounds bumpin
Ain't that sumthin?
Jumped on the 110
She's flyin in the Blazer
Like "Go Speed Racer"
But I ain't gonna chase her
Like Racer X
But I won't flex
Til it's time to have sex
So when you wanna get togetha?
Cause you know a nigga like me
Is down for whatever

And I'm down for whatever

[Verse Two]

When I was little I didn't wanna be like Mike
I wanted to be like Ike
Cause
Papa Was A Rolling Stone in the sixties
And he liked green like Bill Bixby
Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty
Pokets never skinny
Played let's get it on in the living room
and when he got drunk you better give him room
Cause he'll turn the party out sayin, "This is MY muthafuckin house"
And y'all gots to go
Through the door
And if you can't find the door
He'll help you with the four-four
Talkin much shit on the grass
And straight down to blast
I'm still in my p.j.'s
He's in a turtleneck sweater
And we down for whatever

And I'm down
Solid Pro is down for whatever
The Don Jaguar is down for whatever
And it don't seem to stop

[Verse Three]

Now
I don't talk a lot of shit
But when it's time to get busy with these hos, let's go
Cause I'd rather see a skinhead dead
Then my niggas wearin blue or red
Cause I got the gift
To hit these hos swift
And I'm smellin like a fifth
Of sumthin
Yeah, that's right
I'm standin in the store
Koreans
Act so nice
Cause I got potentials to blow up a Winchells
Donut
And you know what?
I'm Cool Like Dat like Digable Planets
But don't take a nigga for granted
Cause whether it's a verdict of the L.A. four
You just don't know
That this rappin-ass nigga will change with the weather
And be down for whatever

[Outro]

And I'm down
Creep.
And I'm down for whatever

Ice Cube - devoid of pop
And I will never dance for you trick-ass niggas

It makes me wanna..creep.
It makes me wanna..creep.