| Song | True To The Game |
| Artist | Ice Cube |
| Album | Death Certificate |
| 作词 : Ice Cube | |
| You know who i'm talking to | |
| Yeah, you that mother****er that betrayed your homeboys and you ain't | |
| Shit | |
| Yeah, you about to get your mother****ing ghetto pass revoked, | |
| Mother****er | |
| Punk-ass mark, bitch-made | |
| Punk-ass trick in a basket | |
| You got caught up in the mix...> | |
| It's the nigga ya love to hate with a new song | |
| So what really goes on | |
| Nothing but a come-up, but ain't that a bitch | |
| They hate to see a young nigga rich | |
| But i refuse to switch even though | |
| Cause i can't move to the snow | |
| Cause soon as y'all get some dough | |
| Ya wanna put a white bitch on your elbow | |
| Moving out your neighborhood | |
| But i walk through the ghetto and the flavor's good | |
| Little kids jumping on me | |
| But you, you wanna be white and corny | |
| Living way out | |
| 'nigger go home' spray-painted on your house | |
| Trying to be white or a jew | |
| But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to? | |
| Get the hell out | |
| Stop being an uncle tom, you little sell-out | |
| House nigga scum | |
| Give something back to the place where you made it from | |
| Before you end up broke | |
| **** around and get your ghetto pass revoked | |
| I ain't saying no names, you know who you are | |
| You little punk, be true to the game | |
| Break | |
| Yeah, you thought we forgot, huh? | |
| Yeah, get a little money and moves out the neighborhood and shit | |
| But you still ain't shit...> | |
| When you first start rhyming | |
| It started off slow and then you start climbing | |
| But it wasn't fast enough i guess | |
| So you gave your other style a test | |
| You was hardcore hip-hop | |
| Now look at yourself, boy you done flip-flopped | |
| Giving our music away to the mainstream | |
| Don't you know they ain't down with the team | |
| They just sent they boss over | |
| Put a bug in your ear and now you crossed over | |
| On mtv but they don't care | |
| They'll have a new nigga next year | |
| You out in the cold | |
| No more white fans and no more soul | |
| And you might have a heart attack | |
| When you find out the black folks don't want you back | |
| And you know what's worse? | |
| You was just like the nigga in the first verse | |
| Stop selling out your race | |
| And wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face | |
| Niggas always gotta show they teeth | |
| Now i'm a be brief | |
| Be true to the game | |
| Break | |
| I see you got your fancy cars and shit | |
| But you know what? | |
| You still ain't shit | |
| That's right, i caught you slipping | |
| You know i could've gat you | |
| Yeah, but i didn't even trip...> | |
| A message to the oreo cookie | |
| Find a mirror and take a look, g | |
| Do you like what you see? | |
| But you're quick to point the finger at me | |
| You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy | |
| Black man can't be no yuppie | |
| You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes | |
| You don't associate with the negroes | |
| You wanna be just like jack | |
| But jack is calling you a nigga behind your back | |
| So back off genius | |
| I don't need you to correct my broken english | |
| You know that's right | |
| You ain't white | |
| So stop holding your ass tight | |
| Cause you can't pass | |
| So why you keep trying to pass? | |
| With your black ass | |
| Mister big | |
| But in reality, you're shorter than a midge | |
| You only got yourself to blame | |
| Get a grip, oreo and be true to the game | |
| He continues to live in south central los angeles | |
| And he puts his money into projects that improve the neighborhood...> | |
| Be true to the game! |
| zuò cí : Ice Cube | |
| You know who i' m talking to | |
| Yeah, you that mother er that betrayed your homeboys and you ain' t | |
| Shit | |
| Yeah, you about to get your mother ing ghetto pass revoked, | |
| Mother er | |
| Punkass mark, bitchmade | |
| Punkass trick in a basket | |
| You got caught up in the mix... | |
| It' s the nigga ya love to hate with a new song | |
| So what really goes on | |
| Nothing but a comeup, but ain' t that a bitch | |
| They hate to see a young nigga rich | |
| But i refuse to switch even though | |
| Cause i can' t move to the snow | |
| Cause soon as y' all get some dough | |
| Ya wanna put a white bitch on your elbow | |
| Moving out your neighborhood | |
| But i walk through the ghetto and the flavor' s good | |
| Little kids jumping on me | |
| But you, you wanna be white and corny | |
| Living way out | |
| ' nigger go home' spraypainted on your house | |
| Trying to be white or a jew | |
| But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to? | |
| Get the hell out | |
| Stop being an uncle tom, you little sellout | |
| House nigga scum | |
| Give something back to the place where you made it from | |
| Before you end up broke | |
| around and get your ghetto pass revoked | |
| I ain' t saying no names, you know who you are | |
| You little punk, be true to the game | |
| Break | |
| Yeah, you thought we forgot, huh? | |
| Yeah, get a little money and moves out the neighborhood and shit | |
| But you still ain' t shit... | |
| When you first start rhyming | |
| It started off slow and then you start climbing | |
| But it wasn' t fast enough i guess | |
| So you gave your other style a test | |
| You was hardcore hiphop | |
| Now look at yourself, boy you done flipflopped | |
| Giving our music away to the mainstream | |
| Don' t you know they ain' t down with the team | |
| They just sent they boss over | |
| Put a bug in your ear and now you crossed over | |
| On mtv but they don' t care | |
| They' ll have a new nigga next year | |
| You out in the cold | |
| No more white fans and no more soul | |
| And you might have a heart attack | |
| When you find out the black folks don' t want you back | |
| And you know what' s worse? | |
| You was just like the nigga in the first verse | |
| Stop selling out your race | |
| And wipe that stupidass smile off your face | |
| Niggas always gotta show they teeth | |
| Now i' m a be brief | |
| Be true to the game | |
| Break | |
| I see you got your fancy cars and shit | |
| But you know what? | |
| You still ain' t shit | |
| That' s right, i caught you slipping | |
| You know i could' ve gat you | |
| Yeah, but i didn' t even trip... | |
| A message to the oreo cookie | |
| Find a mirror and take a look, g | |
| Do you like what you see? | |
| But you' re quick to point the finger at me | |
| You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy | |
| Black man can' t be no yuppie | |
| You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes | |
| You don' t associate with the negroes | |
| You wanna be just like jack | |
| But jack is calling you a nigga behind your back | |
| So back off genius | |
| I don' t need you to correct my broken english | |
| You know that' s right | |
| You ain' t white | |
| So stop holding your ass tight | |
| Cause you can' t pass | |
| So why you keep trying to pass? | |
| With your black ass | |
| Mister big | |
| But in reality, you' re shorter than a midge | |
| You only got yourself to blame | |
| Get a grip, oreo and be true to the game | |
| He continues to live in south central los angeles | |
| And he puts his money into projects that improve the neighborhood... | |
| Be true to the game! |