Ice Cube F/ Chris Rock lyrics
Ice Cube F/ Chris Rock lyrics
"You Ain't Gotta Lie Ta Kick It Lyrics"
It's Never Quite What It Seems Lyrics
It's Never Quite What It Seems words: Detweiler and Bergquist music: Bergquist recording: Good Dog Bad Dog (Back Porch re-release) and your face I do know well every breath breathes farewell it's so still no soul could tell but one day like this the angels fell and it's never quite what it seems and it bleeds this setting sun and my arms ache from holding on let it go this dying
It's Never Quite What It Seems words: Detweiler and Bergquist music: Bergquist recording: Good Dog Bad Dog (Back Porch re-release) and your face I do know well every breath breathes farewell it's so still no soul could tell but one day like this the angels fell and it's never quite what it seems and it bleeds this setting sun and my arms ache from holding on let it go this dying
[Chris Rock]
You ain't gotta lie ta kick it
[Ice Cube] (verse one) {:02}
I know ya like to see me doin' bad
But i'm doin' good, fuck the police that's rollin' thru my neighborhood
Fuckin' peaker wood see me in the five speed
I don't care if his motherfuckin' eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, this is my world
Don't get mad when you see them hundred smokes squirel (?)
Candied out while you spit yo' last on the pearl
The Don Daada, i'm hotta than holly watta
Wish i was your baby fatha, cuz i got a fuckin' head on my shoulder
And lead in my holster, face on the poster
The kinda nigga that you wanna get close ta'
But you can't so you start the lyin'
Just like that nigga that think he dyin'
Get ta cryin', snitchin' and testifyin'
To all my people if i'm talkin 'bout your baby mama
When she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama
[Chris Rock]
Yo Cube, im goan have all da biches here
--You ain't got to li
Sunday Morning Lyrics
SUNDAY MORNING One morning, one morning, one morning in spring I heard a fair damsel so gallantly sing As she sat under her kallamaking*, "Please God, I'll be married next Sunday!" "Fourteen years is too young to get married. A girl of your age is apt to get sorry. For seven long years I'd have you tarry. Put off your wedding next Sunday!" "Old man, old man, you talk on a cheap scale, That's seven long years against my will. My mind i
e ta kick it--SUNDAY MORNING One morning, one morning, one morning in spring I heard a fair damsel so gallantly sing As she sat under her kallamaking*, "Please God, I'll be married next Sunday!" "Fourteen years is too young to get married. A girl of your age is apt to get sorry. For seven long years I'd have you tarry. Put off your wedding next Sunday!" "Old man, old man, you talk on a cheap scale, That's seven long years against my will. My mind i
Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey ain't call me back
But i just paged my auntie
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
[Ice Cube]
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
[Ice Cube] (verse two) {1:02}
I'm a be as real as I can with this
Not just the fake analyst on canabis, who only say that the world is
Scandalist, without findin' out a way to handle this
Dismantle this, either with the rhyme or the fist
How the fuck we get in the belly of this bitch?
I be rich if it wasn't for the snitch
Lyin' to the enemies, wild conspiracies
I'm a say this 'till the day that I die
Seven thirty fives bring on bitches lies
While you bullshitin', I'm hard hittin' like
2pac, I keep spittin' 'till my heart stop
Young niggas tryin' to tell me that i'm played
The Punk Meets The Godfather Lyrics
---- ----- --- --------- PUNK: You declared you would be three inches taller You only became what we made you. Thought you were chasing a destiny calling You only earned what we gave you. You fell and cried as our people were starving, Now you know that we blame you. You tried to walk on the trail we were carving, Now you know that we framed you. G.F.: I'm the guy in the sky Flying high Flashing eyes No surprise I told lies
> Once they say you played, nigga you must be payed (HA HA! huh ha)
Pushin' weight since the tenth grade do my thing
Got more plaques than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin'
[Chris Rock]
Yo Cube, i got the new Biz 9000
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
I got the Playstation in the windshield nigga!
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
[Ice Cube]
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
[Ice Cube] (verse three) {2:02}
I hate to see your ass comin' (yep), with your mouth runnin'
Talkin' 'bout somethin' (what?), that ain't meanin' nothin'
'Bout your second cousin (hmm), who be always buzzin'
Where she was or wasn't, who she now fuckin'
Stories by the dozen Punch you got the sequel (what?)
To let you tell it Randy Moss is your people
It's evident,
One Thug Lyrics
(Z-Ro talking) This is dedicated to the motherfuckers That think we don't go through shit, just one thug baby [Chorus - 2x] One thug, one thug, lord showing love and mercy on one thug Cause one slug, one slug, you know it only takes just one [Z-Ro] Now if I die tonight, would you cry for me, would you get high for me And if you know who did the deed would you ride for me
your ass lie like the president(Z-Ro talking) This is dedicated to the motherfuckers That think we don't go through shit, just one thug baby [Chorus - 2x] One thug, one thug, lord showing love and mercy on one thug Cause one slug, one slug, you know it only takes just one [Z-Ro] Now if I die tonight, would you cry for me, would you get high for me And if you know who did the deed would you ride for me
But stretch marks on your mouth is the evidence (ha ha)
How the fuck can your friends be the benjamins?! (punk)
And your little ass car's full of fender benz
There you go on the stand with your hand up (lyin')
Testifyin' about a man that's in handcuffs
We should do you like the Mack said
And if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a black head
Let him ooze, let him loose
Let him lie by his motherfuckin' ass on the news (yeah yeah)
[Chris Rock]
Yo Cube, check out this ring, 69 karots
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
It's Kryptonite nigga, Kryptonite!
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
[Ice Cube]
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
{repeat last 4 lines}
[Chris Rock - ad lib outro...]