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Ice Cube
Uh-huh, understand this
I don't give a fk about what y'all talkin about
I ain't tryin to hear none of that s**t
nigg* I'ma do what I wanna do
When I wanna do it, how I wanna do it
And you better hope I don't do it to you
Now, I don't care what momma got to say
I don't care what grandmomma got to say
nigg* I'm grown
Let me tell you a lil' somethin about me
I was born not to give a fk, wanna drink, get your cup
Turn it up, throw it up, take the world, blow it up
Somebody slow it up, roll it up, smoke it up
My own momma can't keep me from loc'n up
One ear out the other, one man out to smother
The neighborhood, that left me here without my brother
fk you undercovers and you dirty motherfkers
In the hood, that still fk without rubbers
Club hop, bar hop, car shop, nail shop
To the mall, spend it all, why the hell not
What bills, what rent, don't know what's spent
Why you care, do you work for the government?
Chorus
fk it homey, I'ma laugh now and cry later
Get your paper we can laugh now and cry later
All you players you can laugh now and cry later
Investigators let you laugh now and cry later
Ice Cube
See I'm a product of this urban decay
A nigg* dyin for tomorrow, but live for today
A nigg* lie steal and borrow, and cheating's okay
Don't you tell these motherfkers that my name is O'Shea
Cause I'ma fk up my baby's credit, let him regret it
7 months old he's already got a jail record
I'm the one to blame, put it in my momma name
She's a drama queen, but I got the bling bling
I need the watch and the bracelet and the earrings
I need you all to show up at my hearings
Tell the judge I'm a nice nigg*, good nigg*
And I'ma play the sad face when he look nigg*
Chorus
Interlude: repeat 2X
"The number you are calling was lost, and cannot be called back"
"Your last call return service"
Ice Cube
It's fked up, that y'all won't accept my calls
Tell momma, at least she can send some drawers
These walls, make y'all forget about me
I'm comin home, in 2033
But that's irrelevant, did you get the mail I sent
What I tell a b*tch, you better stay celibate
She start lyin to me, tell me who she ain't fkin
Never tell me that my homeboys ain't nothin
Bun in the oven, it belong to my cousin
Got the nerve, to tell me that you really love me
(What?) I'ma kill her as* when a nigg* make parole
Hit her with my cane, cause a nigg* gray and old
Chorus
Outro: Ice Cube
Man, it ain't right man
Y'know y'all ain't doin me right man
A nigg* tryin to do right man
Y'know I'm tryin to change my life man, y'know?
I done found the Lord while I'm in here, y'know?
I I'm tryin to do right now, I mean
Y'know I'm sorry for everythang
That I, I I mean y'know
That's fked up how y'all doin me man
Y'all could at least send me somethin
"Alright, first four guys, let's go... lock it up"
