Titres les plus populaires de Ice Cube
Crédits
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Ice Cube
Leadgesang
Sir Jinx
Begleitgesang
Dan Wood
Begleitgesang
J. Dee
Begleitgesang
Ricky Harris
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ice Cube
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Keith Shocklee
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Eric Sadler
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Ice Cube
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The Bomb Squad
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Sir Jinx
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Chris Champion
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Chris Shaw
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Dan Wood
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Howie Weinberg
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Nick Sansano
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Paroles
Don't try to apprehend him
Ice Cube with The Lench Mob, I got it goin' on
A nigga that's livin' in the city of the criminal zone
One time can't keep the law in order
'Cos everybody's goin' crazy for a quarter
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way I'm talkin' I'm scarin', ya
I'm darin' ya to raise hell and bail and brag and sag
Or beat down for ya flag
'Cos if you is or you ain't a gangbanger
Keep one in the chamber
'Cos you'll get them thangs put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the four-one-one
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin' did my hair grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my nine anyway
For the day one of my homies wanna squab
I'm still rollin' wit The Lench Mob
Them's the motherfuckers you don't wanna fuck with
(America's Most Wanted)
Back in the day I did my share of dirt
Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes people got hurt
But if you know me, you know that I'm liable
To bust a cap 'cos it's all about survival of the fittest
I'm a menace crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
From the shit I took from people
I reap all your fat shit, jack, back to the criminals sect
I leave crew after crew but they can't catch me yet
'Cos I'm slick and slippery
They can't get wit me, cops ain't shit to me
I can't dig a pig so I drop the dogs
And sweat 'em like sweathogs
And get mad, mad 'cos I'm the nigga that flaunt it
AmeriKKKa's most wanted
(Ayo, what the fuck you sweatin me for mister officer man)
(He said a motherfuckin' hamburger stand got broken in)
(Do I look hungry motherfucker?)
We got ways to make you move
Aiyo, here's what the poster read
'Ice Cube is wanted dead', that's all it said
I put heads to bed and fled the scene wit all the green
Hear shots and si-reens
When I feen first they yo' rings, now they my rings
So give it up punk and then I just
Put another jack in progress, it's the American way
'Cos I'm the G-A-N-G-S-T-A
Ice Cube, a motherfuckin' cut-throat
And tried to catch the early bird but they slept, so who gets the worm?
And if I'm caught in a trap, you know I'ma beat the rap
With a payoff, cop gotta lay off, FBI on my dick, stay off
I'm not a rebel or a renegade on a quest
I'm a nigga with a 'S' on his chest
So get the Kryptonite cos I'm a rip tonight
'Cos I'm scarin' ya, wanted by America
Run nigga! Run nigga!
See ya!
(Aiyo Cube man, they on your ass)
Word, but who the fuck is Herb?
It's time to take a trip to the suburbs
Let 'em see a nigga invasion
Point blank for the caucasian
Cock the hammer then crack that ol' smile
Take me to your house, pal
Got to the house, my pockets got fat, see
Crack the safe, got the money and the jewelry
Three weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D
Had a little fly ass bitch wit me
Sittin' in a dig, yo it couldn't be
Whattup G? Saw my face on TV
Damn, oh shit! I didn't know I lucked out
Struck out, I gotta get the fuck out
Pack my bags and tried to hit the door when
The ol' bitch down the street must've turned me in
'Cos the feds was out there ten deep
I got hassled and gaffled in the back seat
I think back when I was robbin' my own kind
The police didn't pay it no mind
But when I start robbin' the white folks
Now I'm in the pen wit the soap on a rope
I said it before and I'll still taunt it
Every young brother where the colour is most wanted
AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted, uh, reports that Ice Cube is the leader of the, uh, Lench Mob. Uh, also in the group they have J-Dee, T-Bone, Chill, Yo-Yo, Del, K-Dee
Sounds like a black thing
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Eric T. Sadler, Keith Shocklee
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