Текст (слова) песни: Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. 1 (The War Disc)

(Ice Cube Talking)
Dear Mama, 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-mutherfucking-Cube.

[Hook]
Keep my hand on my gun cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn`t do what they say I done (x2)

[Verse 1]
Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer
This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin for ya
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
Cos this the same street I got shot on
So God bless Don Polla, double-s
I gotta holla cos I`m smokin on double breath
Freakin, niggaz be leakin, information
Got the feds seekin, incarceration
Niggaz say my name popped up
Bitch hop up
Nigga close the shop up
They try to stop em
My cash flow leave me asshole neck it
Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records
Nigga gettin skinny eating dinnies
Count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties

[Chorus]
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-?bath

[Verse 2]
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 hoe 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 (click-click)
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 niggaz 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

(Hook)
(Chorus)

[Verse 3]
My boys Utah to Illinois
Set the poise, so I can infiltrate
All fifty states
Can`t wait till I`m back on my feet
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 niggaz bangin and lootin rock
I`m going back to Cali where it`s bound with my strikes
Don`t give a fuck who`s on the ?marin or the mic
I should`ve known when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby
looking like he wanna rob me (Fuck)
Federal, don`t like no black hetero, sexual, intellectual
Tried to turn me into a vegetable
An I`m `a sue all black and blue
When I come to- hand cuff (Fuck y`all)
Big grey bus, scandalous
Cos they can`t stand us
They get excited and I try to fight it (mama)
I`m going back to Cali to show, extradited

(Hook)
(Chorus)

(Ice Cube talking)
Hey mama, when y`all send pictures you can`t send a polaroid
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 nuttin` but a game to them mama
It`s my life

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. 1 (The War Disc) (Ice Cube Talking) Dear Mama, 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-mutherfucking-Cube. [Hook] Keep my hand on my gun cos they got me on the run I swear I didn`t do what they say I done (x2) [Verse 1] Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin for ya 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 Cos this the same street I got shot on So God bless Don Polla, double-s I gotta holla cos I`m smokin on double breath Freakin, niggaz be leakin, information Got the feds seekin, incarceration Niggaz say my name popped up Bitch hop up Nigga close the shop up They try to stop em My cash flow leave me asshole neck it Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records Nigga gettin skinny eating dinnies Count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties [Chorus] 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-?bath [Verse 2] 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 hoe 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 (click-click) 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 niggaz 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 (Hook) (Chorus) [Verse 3] My boys Utah to Illinois Set the poise, so I can infiltrate All fifty states Can`t wait till I`m back on my feet 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 niggaz bangin and lootin rock I`m going back to Cali where it`s bound with my strikes Don`t give a fuck who`s on the ?marin or the mic I should`ve known when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby looking like he wanna rob me (Fuck) Federal, don`t like no black hetero, sexual, intellectual Tried to turn me into a vegetable An I`m `a sue all black and blue When I come to- hand cuff (Fuck y`all) Big grey bus, scandalous Cos they can`t stand us They get excited and I try to fight it (mama) I`m going back to Cali to show, extradited (Hook) (Chorus) (Ice Cube talking) Hey mama, when y`all send pictures you can`t send a polaroid 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 nuttin` but a game to them mama It`s my life Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни War & Peace Vol. 1 (The War Disc): http://musworld.ru/music/eng/108/1/1535.html Все тексты песен: Ice Cube » Ice Cube - Ghetto Bird » Ice Cube - Enemy » Ice Cube - Limos, Demos, and Bimbos » Ice Cube - Three Strikes You In » Ice Cube - Look Who`s Burnin` » Ice Cube - Check Yo Self » Ice Cube - Extradition » Ice Cube - My Summer Vacation » Ice Cube - Cash Over » Ice Cube - Mans Best Friend » Ice Cube - U Ain`t Gonna Take My Life * » Ice Cube - We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up » Ice Cube - Gangsta Fairytale 2 » Ice Cube - X-bitches » Ice Cube - X-Bitches » Ice Cube - Really Doe » Ice Cube - If I Was Fucking You » Ice Cube - We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up » Ice Cube - Turn Off the Radio » Ice Cube - Pushin Weight Remix Рекомендуем скачать: » Шухрат Хусаинов - Посвящение Зинуру » Шухрат Хусаинов - Прости. Прощай. Забудь... » Шелег Михаил - ЗА ТЕБЯ ! » Шамиль Абряров - Беззвучное танго » Шелег Михаил - БАБЬЕ ЛЕТО » Шамиль Абряров - Осторожность » Шухрат Хусаинов - Не шлют уже мне сигналов... » Шуфутинский Михаил - Пиво-воды » Шухрат Хусаинов - Подражание Розенбауму » Шуфутинский Михаил - Червончики » Шамиль Абряров - Платоническое » Шystein Sunde - Bokreol » Шуфутинский Михаил - Карамболь » Шамиль Абряров - Письмо » Шухрат Хусаинов - Это все Вам... » Шухрат Хусаинов - Где ветра, что мою боль уносили... » Шамиль Абряров - Он во сне репетирует жизнь... » Шухрат Хусаинов - Янтарик » Шуфутинский Михаил - Гоп-стоп » Шухрат Хусаинов - По монеткам, по минуткам...
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