Extradition

Dear Momma If some people came by the house lookin' for me I'm innocent of anything they say I done Now I don't know when I'll be able to write you again But I will be back to California to see you Your son, Ice-motherfucking-Cube Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run I swear I didn't do what they say I done Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run I swear I didn't do what they say I done Ghetto destroyer paranoia, I need a lawyer This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin' for ya (what?) Got to get the fuck out of here (yeah, right) This bitch dimmed the lights (nigga, spend the night) Bust a quick nut, got to fuck up and gat on 'Cause this the same street I got shot on So God bless the Impala double-S I gotta holla 'cause I'm smokin on double stress Freakin, niggas be leakin', information Got the feds seekin', incarceration Niggas say my name popped up, bitch, hop up Nigga close the shop up (shit), they try to stop 'em My cash flow leave me asshole naked (fuck!) Gone in 60 seconds, burn all records Nigga gettin' skinny eating dinnies Count my pennies, only got a bag full of 20s Listen, these feds fishin' for this extradition I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em I gotta kick rocks, can't pick locks Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-box It's so hard to get a room without a credit card It's so hard not to let 'em know where you are Tried to get a Rent-A-Car But he laughed when I showed him cash Had to mash 'fore he called the Feds on my ass Went to Vegas for the weekend, met a ho-down freakin' Hey bitch, why you sneakin'? Grabbed the paper out her hand Am I the man on the front page? (Fuck), same height, same age Rap gauge, put it down the G-way Got my hostage suckin' sausage on the freeway She say "Let's hear the Circle-K" Ran inside and made the niggas all pay It's like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado Brought it there for his wallet and my bottle That's my motto and I gotta warn ya Before I'm through, I'm going back to California Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run (uh) I swear I didn't do what they say I done (I didn't do it) Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run I swear I didn't do what they say I done Listen, these feds fishin' for this extradition I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em I gotta kick rocks, can't pick locks Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-box My boys, you're taught at Illonois Set the poise, so I can infiltrate all 50 states Can't wait 'til I'm back on my feet (what?) Switch and shake this bitch in her sleep Low key, you feds can't see me I'm up in D.C. with strike number three Clownin', made a little stock to get a little cock Now I got niggas bangin' and lootin' rock I'm going back to Cali where it's bound with my strikes (uh) Don't give a fuck who's on the marin or the mic (what?) I should've known when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby Looking like he want to rob me (fuck) Federal, don't like no black hetero, sexual, intellectual Tried to turn me into a vegetable, an I'ma sue all black and blue When I come to hand cuff (fuck you all), big grey bus, scandalous 'Cause they can't stand us They get excited, and I try to fight it (mama) I'm going back to Cali to show, extradited Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run I swear I didn't do what they say I done Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run I swear I didn't do what they say I done Listen, these feds fishin' for this extradition I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em I gotta kick rocks, can't pick locks Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-box Hey mama, when you all send pictures you can't send a Polaroid It got to be the regular pictures An' they got us in here puttin' in computer chips or something I don't know Like they playin' with us, it's like a game It ain't nothin' but a game to them mama This my life