gun shot ain’t nobody talkin when i’m talkin fellas so shut the fuck up
and who the fuck are you
ohh steppin up in my motherfuckin uhh
chuck taylors knick kickers wallabee’s
on my ass i got the umm um khakis 50’s
on my back i got the uhh sweatshirt
you know with the fat three creases
uhh my tshirt slingshot uhh khaki shirt
umm and i got the cake cutter in myin my pocket
uhh got the afro the braids
motherfuckin uhh rollers
you got to believe in somethin
and i just ask my motherfuckin self uhh
why not believe in me
to g or not to g is the question
and like smith told wesson
i’m shady with the 80 old school diploma
i’ll leave that ass in a coma so
if you got a herringbone welcome to the terrordome
twoeleven sorry reverend
oh my god gettin robbed
reach for the smog atomic dog
hard to swallow janky as rollo
count to ten and don’t try to follow
cause just like waco i can take fo’
atf to they death
bust a left on western go and get a room
don’t want to be a felon like stacey koon
get the right bitch hit the light switch here we go
tap that ass like this really doe
you got to believe somethin
west side lynch mob
i got to believe in me
cause i’m a motherfuckin g
cause i’m a motherfuckin
and who the fuck are you
thirty in a holdin tank catch the vapors
make me a pillow out of toilet paper
concrete bench kickin’ off the hemorrhoids
eses deep don’t fuck with dem boys
phone check collect call from the baller
her mama said please don’t call her
dowahdiddy far from new jack city
seen one of my peers what the fuck you doin in here
he said oneeightyseven on the enemy
and they treat me like i just shot a kennedy
deputy bitch thinks she’s the queen bee
ink on my thumb index and pinky
sir what set you from play dumb
general population
mama put your house up and i can bounce up
out this motherfucker that’s why i love ya
out like a boss with a halfpint of sauce
got the shit sewed up like betsy ross
what a friend know buy some indo
never fuck with a silly ho really doe
you got to believe somethin
west side lynch mob
i got to believe in me
cause i’m a motherfuckin g
cause i’m a motherfuckin
and who the fuck are you
knock you out like nyquil i’ll kill you quick
you suckerforloveass trick
so don’t run up wit ya gun up
cause i got the back breaker double pump rump shaker
cause we can play hookie in the aqua boogie
with concrete nikes ya gets no stripes
livin unforgiven with the mic on
and punks runnin like roaches with the light on
and that’s all the shit i’m startin
bust a cap kakowpow like jerome on martin
you lookin for a punk with benefits
cause you got a baby that take many shits
and you know i got a grip like a baby on a tit
scopin’ hopin’ thighs open
but i kick back sit back and hit the phillie slow
hooker ho really doe
you got to believe somethin
west side lynch mob
i got to believe in me
cause i’m a motherfuckin g
cause i’m a motherfuckin
and who the fuck are you
you got to believe somethin
west side lynch mob
i got to believe in me
cause i’m a motherfuckin g
cause i’m a motherfuckin
and who the fuck are you
Artist: Ice Cube
Year: 1994
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 364