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(ice cube talking) |
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Dear mama, if some people came by the house lookin for me |
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I'm innocent of anything they say i done |
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Now i don't know when i'll be able to write you again |
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But i will be back to california to see you |
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Your son, ice-mutherfucking-cube. |
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[hook] |
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Keep my hand on my gun cos they got me on the run |
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I swear i didn't do what they say i done (x2) |
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[verse 1] |
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Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, i need a lawyer |
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This bitch named netoia, say they lookin for ya |
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Got to get the fuck out of here (yeah right) |
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This bitch dimmed the lights (nigga, spend the night) |
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Bust a quick nut, got to fuck up and gat on |
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Cos this the same street i got shot on |
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So god bless don polla, double-s |
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I gotta holla cos i'm smokin on double breath |
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Freakin, niggaz be leakin, information |
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Got the feds seekin, incarceration |
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Niggaz say my name popped up |
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Bitch hop up |
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Nigga close the shop up |
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They try to stop em |
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My cash flow leave me asshole neck it |
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Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records |
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Nigga gettin skinny eating dinnies |
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Count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties |
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[chorus] |
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Listen, these feds fishin for this extradition |
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I'm on a mission, fuck em, fight em, dine em, ditch em |
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I gotta kick rocks, can't pick locks |
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Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-?bath |
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[verse 2] |
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It's so hard to get a room without a credit card |
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It's so hard not to let em know where you are |
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Tried to get a rent a car |
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But he laughed when i showed him cash |
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Had to mash 'fore he called the feds on my ass |
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Went to vegas for the weekend |
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Met a hoe down freakin |
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Hey bitch, why you sneakin? |
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Grabbed the paper out her hand |
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Am i the man on the front page? (fuck) |
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Same height, same age (click-click) |
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Rap gauge, put it down the g-way |
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Got my hostage suckin sausage on the freeway |
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She say 'let's hear the circle k' |
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Ran inside and made the niggaz all pay |
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It's like i hit the lotto outside colorado |
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Brought it there for his wallet and my bottle |
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That's my motto and i gotta warn ya |
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Before i'm through, i'm going back to california |
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(hook) |
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(chorus) |
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[verse 3] |
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My boys utah to illinois |
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Set the poise, so i can infiltrate |
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All fifty states |
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Can't wait till i'm back on my feet |
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Switch and shake this bitch in her sleep |
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Low key you feds can't see me |
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I'm up in d.c. with strike number three |
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Clownin, made a little stock to get a little cock |
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Now i got niggaz bangin and lootin rock |
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I'm going back to cali where it's bound with my strikes |
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Don't give a fuck who's on the ?marin or the mic |
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I should've known when i seen that motherfucker in the lobby |
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Looking like he wanna rob me (fuck) |
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Federal, don't like no black hetero, sexual, intellectual |
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Tried to turn me into a vegetable |
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An i'm 'a sue all black and blue |
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When i come to- hand cuff (fuck y'all) |
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Big grey bus, scandalous |
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Cos they can't stand us |
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They get excited and i try to fight it (mama) |
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I'm going back to cali to show, extradited |
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(hook) |
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(chorus) |
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(ice cube talking) |
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Hey mama, when y'all send pictures you can't send a polaroid |
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Got to be the regular pictures |
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An' they got us in here puttin' in computer chips or something |
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I don't know. like they playin with us, it's like a game |
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It ain't nuttin' but a game to them mama |
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It's my life |
