Endangered Species (Tales From The Darkside) Lyrics
| Song | Endangered Species (Tales From The Darkside) |
| Artist | Ice Cube |
| Album | Featuring... |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Artist：Ice Cube/Chuck D | |
| Verse One：Ice Cube | |
| Peace - don't make me laugh! | |
| All I hear is mother******s rappin sucotash | |
| Livin large, tellin me to get out the gang | |
| I'm a *************, gotta live by the trigger | |
| How the ************* do you figure? | |
| that I can say peace and the gunshots will cease?! | |
| Every cop killer goes ignored | |
| They just send another ************* to the morgue | |
| A point scored- they could give a ************* about us | |
| They rather catch us with guns and white powder | |
| If I was old, they'd probably be a friend of me | |
| Since I'm young, they consider me the enemy | |
| They kill ten of me to get the job correct | |
| To serve, protect, and break a *************s neck | |
| Cuz I'm the one with the trunk of funk | |
| And '************* tha Police' in the tape deck | |
| You should listen to me cuz there's more to see | |
| Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities | |
| The other color don't know you can run but not hide | |
| These are tales from the darkside... | |
| Verse Two: | |
| You wanna free Africa, I stare at yuh | |
| Cuz we ain't got it too good in America | |
| I can't ************* with them overseas | |
| My homeboy died over a key of ************* | |
| It was plain and simple | |
| The 9mm went to the temple | |
| was the sound I put the ************* down | |
| And ran to the schoolyard bathroom | |
| Looked in the trash can yo it had room | |
| So I ducked my ass in it for a minute | |
| Covered with trash I had to lay back | |
| Mad as *************, thinkin' about the payback | |
| Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun | |
| I went home and cut the barrel of my shotgun | |
| It's gettin critical - I stole a 5.0 | |
| I let it go - drive real slow | |
| I yelled out 'Ice Cube sucka' | |
| The shot-gun kicked - and it murdered mother******s | |
| I told you last album | |
| when I got a sawed off, bodies are hauled off | |
| Its a shame, that *************s die young | |
| But to the light side it don't matter none | |
| It'll be a drive by homicide | |
| But to me its just another tale from the darkside... | |
| Verse Three: Chuck D | |
| Standing in the middle of war | |
| In the middle we flex | |
| When we die, we won't make +Jet+ | |
| +Ebony+ can't see to the lightside | |
| The term they apply to us is a ************* | |
| Call it what you want, cause I'm comin from the coroner | |
| Sayin my rhymes with a Ph.D. | |
| Who's black - don't wanna role - sells his soul | |
| Watch his head go rollin | |
| Who the ************* are they foolin? | |
| Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes | |
| Matches the color of the one on my face | |
| as they wonder whats under my waist | |
| [Standin on the verge] of them gettin brown | |
| thats a fact got a fear on their bozack | |
| Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide | |
| Yet Cube, they can't ************* with the darkside! |
| Artist: Ice Cube Chuck D | |
| Verse One: Ice Cube | |
| Peace don' t make me laugh! | |
| All I hear is mother s rappin sucotash | |
| Livin large, tellin me to get out the gang | |
| I' m a , gotta live by the trigger | |
| How the do you figure? | |
| that I can say peace and the gunshots will cease?! | |
| Every cop killer goes ignored | |
| They just send another to the morgue | |
| A point scored they could give a about us | |
| They rather catch us with guns and white powder | |
| If I was old, they' d probably be a friend of me | |
| Since I' m young, they consider me the enemy | |
| They kill ten of me to get the job correct | |
| To serve, protect, and break a s neck | |
| Cuz I' m the one with the trunk of funk | |
| And ' tha Police' in the tape deck | |
| You should listen to me cuz there' s more to see | |
| Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities | |
| The other color don' t know you can run but not hide | |
| These are tales from the darkside... | |
| Verse Two: | |
| You wanna free Africa, I stare at yuh | |
| Cuz we ain' t got it too good in America | |
| I can' t with them overseas | |
| My homeboy died over a key of | |
| It was plain and simple | |
| The 9mm went to the temple | |
| was the sound I put the down | |
| And ran to the schoolyard bathroom | |
| Looked in the trash can yo it had room | |
| So I ducked my ass in it for a minute | |
| Covered with trash I had to lay back | |
| Mad as , thinkin' about the payback | |
| Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun | |
| I went home and cut the barrel of my shotgun | |
| It' s gettin critical I stole a 5. 0 | |
| I let it go drive real slow | |
| I yelled out ' Ice Cube sucka' | |
| The shotgun kicked and it murdered mother s | |
| I told you last album | |
| when I got a sawed off, bodies are hauled off | |
| Its a shame, that s die young | |
| But to the light side it don' t matter none | |
| It' ll be a drive by homicide | |
| But to me its just another tale from the darkside... | |
| Verse Three: Chuck D | |
| Standing in the middle of war | |
| In the middle we flex | |
| When we die, we won' t make Jet | |
| Ebony can' t see to the lightside | |
| The term they apply to us is a | |
| Call it what you want, cause I' m comin from the coroner | |
| Sayin my rhymes with a Ph. D. | |
| Who' s black don' t wanna role sells his soul | |
| Watch his head go rollin | |
| Who the are they foolin? | |
| Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes | |
| Matches the color of the one on my face | |
| as they wonder whats under my waist | |
| Standin on the verge of them gettin brown | |
| thats a fact got a fear on their bozack | |
| Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide | |
| Yet Cube, they can' t with the darkside! |
| Artist: Ice Cube Chuck D | |
| Verse One: Ice Cube | |
| Peace don' t make me laugh! | |
| All I hear is mother s rappin sucotash | |
| Livin large, tellin me to get out the gang | |
| I' m a , gotta live by the trigger | |
| How the do you figure? | |
| that I can say peace and the gunshots will cease?! | |
| Every cop killer goes ignored | |
| They just send another to the morgue | |
| A point scored they could give a about us | |
| They rather catch us with guns and white powder | |
| If I was old, they' d probably be a friend of me | |
| Since I' m young, they consider me the enemy | |
| They kill ten of me to get the job correct | |
| To serve, protect, and break a s neck | |
| Cuz I' m the one with the trunk of funk | |
| And ' tha Police' in the tape deck | |
| You should listen to me cuz there' s more to see | |
| Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities | |
| The other color don' t know you can run but not hide | |
| These are tales from the darkside... | |
| Verse Two: | |
| You wanna free Africa, I stare at yuh | |
| Cuz we ain' t got it too good in America | |
| I can' t with them overseas | |
| My homeboy died over a key of | |
| It was plain and simple | |
| The 9mm went to the temple | |
| was the sound I put the down | |
| And ran to the schoolyard bathroom | |
| Looked in the trash can yo it had room | |
| So I ducked my ass in it for a minute | |
| Covered with trash I had to lay back | |
| Mad as , thinkin' about the payback | |
| Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun | |
| I went home and cut the barrel of my shotgun | |
| It' s gettin critical I stole a 5. 0 | |
| I let it go drive real slow | |
| I yelled out ' Ice Cube sucka' | |
| The shotgun kicked and it murdered mother s | |
| I told you last album | |
| when I got a sawed off, bodies are hauled off | |
| Its a shame, that s die young | |
| But to the light side it don' t matter none | |
| It' ll be a drive by homicide | |
| But to me its just another tale from the darkside... | |
| Verse Three: Chuck D | |
| Standing in the middle of war | |
| In the middle we flex | |
| When we die, we won' t make Jet | |
| Ebony can' t see to the lightside | |
| The term they apply to us is a | |
| Call it what you want, cause I' m comin from the coroner | |
| Sayin my rhymes with a Ph. D. | |
| Who' s black don' t wanna role sells his soul | |
| Watch his head go rollin | |
| Who the are they foolin? | |
| Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes | |
| Matches the color of the one on my face | |
| as they wonder whats under my waist | |
| Standin on the verge of them gettin brown | |
| thats a fact got a fear on their bozack | |
| Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide | |
| Yet Cube, they can' t with the darkside! |
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