Lyrics:
let us pass friend.
I said please cause I don't like killing Africans.
But he wouldn't stop & I ain't ice cube.
But I had to take the brother out for
is gritty
I could make it anywhere
Cause done made it in the city
Winning by my own standers
Came up with gun handlers
Kool J in the game move with
But he wouldn't stop and I ain't Ice Cube
But I had to take the brother out for being rude
And like I said before I was mad by then
It took three
But he wouldn't stop and I ain't Ice Cube
But I had to take the brother out for being rude
And like I said before I was mad by then
It took three
a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that
nation, ya'll been forewarned
Riding on the railroad meet you at crossroads
Burning that midnight oil. Oh no
90 miles an hour, that’s how I roll
Yo yo yo.
like I'm Popeye
Make sure the pipe hit ya left eye (do, do, do)
Work by my lonely, get the job done
You ain't even never touched a bop gun (you haven't)
like I'm Popeye
Make sure the pipe hit ya left eye (do, do, do)
Work by my lonely, get the job done
You ain't even never touched a bop gun (you haven't)
pass, friend
I said please 'cause I don't like killing Africans
But he wouldn't stop and I ain't Ice Cube (who?)
But I had to take the brother out for
I'm gettin' dizzy as the world keeps spinnin' like a Frisbee
Gangstas and girls make the world twirl
No hesitation I can run a nation from
wouldn't stop and I ain't Ice Cube
but I had to take the brother out for being rude
and like I said before I was mad by then
It took three or four cops
bein' broke niggas just ain't makin' it
So we do what we can to survive Even if it means takin' these white motherfuckers lives
But now I turn the gun
disabled
I'm Ice Cube in a starter coat and it's Raiders (the Nation)
Rebel with an attitude (tude)
Where I'm from like Catacombs (combs)
Shattered homes
let us pass friend.
I said please cause I don't like killing Africans.
But he wouldn't stop & I ain't ice cube.
But I had to take the brother out for
wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt
your year's gonna come
You didn't live by the pipe or the gun to be like me
Waitin for my turn to burn
and get a million-five, and a tax return
that be
Cube
But I had to take the brother out for being rude
And like I said before I was mad by then
It took three or four cops to pull me off of him
But
sprayed by poetic machine gun
Acknowledge existence of a prodigy born son
Even the odds divide come up with the sum
And the remainder will be one
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
telling explanations
To world wide nations, corrupted minds all in a radio station
Lets face it, cant embrace reality with millions of dollars salarys
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