Can't stand bitch made niggaz Ice Cube, youse an actor Not a muthafuckin' killa What neighborhood you from? What don't you ever done? When the shit goes down
bitch made niggaz Ice Cube, youse an actor Not a muthafuckin' killa What neighborhood you from? What dirt you ever done? When the shit goes down You
The Bay (LA To The Bay) Living Life In California [Verse 1: Ice Cube] And Jay-Z Can Rap About The NYC Why Can't I Talk About The Shit I See? Without
't bout a dollar really it ain't shit shawty I'm OG shawty ridin lo key shawty you know me seatbelt big heat shawty shop open he ain't never closed shawty
the chain In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9 we dippin oil, we drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down [Chorus] [Mike
got robbed and shit You know what I mean? We love a lot of things in the hood But time goes on and if we don't change a lot of shit Shit always gonna
Snakes in my file Shit, I'll sit down all stand-up comic rappers Who diss that who go on about fashion Fasten your seatbelts til he melts to ice T
in 1988 I couldn't wait to get straight and dominate state to state Went to feud, bullshit evil, exterminatin flows Check your grip, don't slip or get a dose on how it goes
can't get no dough It's a drunk laid out in the V.I.P., can't talk about a 3 on 3 Heard a freak ask Sheek, "Big Luch why don't you pee on me?" And her
work I make it all go down right In front of your face Another life goes to waste For names sake of the paper chaser It ain't safe here, the bright
can raid but you can't fade me if It ain't rough, it ain't rugged And If You Can't hear it, you can't dub it. COME ON CHORUS (X2) If It ain't rough,
Fuck you! I don't want a Lemon Ben and Jerry, baby Don't you wanna? I don't want a Tropicana Dairy, baby Don't you wanna? I don't want a Coconut Flurry
bloody ice peak Kidnap your kids , smake up the one ? We break yours, we ? force, take weight off Break north, off my nutsack, lick the cake off This how shit goes
't nothin', this nigga in here stressin' Talkin' that old off the wall back to Africa shit again What, that God Body shit? Yeah, that dumb shit I'm tryin
fuck ya I'm down with Lil' Jon ain't got to pretend (Yeah) Crunk Juice, nigga run the club that you in (Hey) You scary motherfuckers don't wanna bring
punk motherfuckers fled And those who didn't make it got two to the fuckin' head Buck him down, buck him down, come again Two to the chin, Ice Cube'
y'all muthafuckers can't fade my shit South central, that's where the lenchmob dwell Hitting fools up wit the big ass l One time can't hold me back Sweatshirt
the neighborhood and shit But you still ain't shit When you first start rhymin' It started off slow and then you start climbin' But it wasn't fast enough