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Chris Rock
You ain't gotta lie ta kick it
Ice Cube (verse one) :02
I know ya like to see me doin' bad
But i'm doin' good, fk the police that's rollin' thru my neighborhood
fkin' peaker wood see me in the five speed
I don't care if his motherfkin' eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, this is my world
Don't get mad when you see them hundred smokes squirel (?)
Candied out while you spit yo' last on the pearl
The Don Daada, i'm hotta than holly watta
Wish i was your baby fatha, cuz i got a fkin' head on my shoulder
And lead in my holster, face on the poster
The kinda nigg* that you wanna get close ta'
But you can't so you start the lyin'
Just like that nigg* that think he dyin'
Get ta cryin', snitchin' and testifyin'
To all my people if i'm talkin 'bout your baby mama
When she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama
Chris Rock
Yo Cube, im goan have all da biches here
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
Yo man fk dem girls, dey ain't call me back
But i just paged my auntie
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
Ice Cube
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
Ice Cube (verse two) 1:02
I'm a be as real as I can with this
Not just the fake analyst on canabis, who only say that the world is
Scandalist, without findin' out a way to handle this
Dismantle this, either with the rhyme or the fist
How the fk we get in the belly of this b*tch?
I be rich if it wasn't for the snitch
Lyin' to the enemies, wild conspiracies
I'm a say this 'till the day that I die
Seven thirty fives bring on girls lies
While you bulls**tin', I'm hard hittin' like
2pac, I keep spittin' 'till my heart stop
Young tryin' to tell me that i'm played
Once they say you played, nigg* you must be payed (HA HA! huh ha)
Pushin' weight since the tenth grade do my thing
Got more plaques than Jordan got rings, nigg* sayin'
Chris Rock
Yo Cube, i got the new Biz 9000
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
I got the Playstation in the windshield nigg*!
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
Ice Cube
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
Ice Cube (verse three) 2:02
I hate to see your as* comin' (yep), with your mouth runnin'
Talkin' 'bout somethin' (what?), that ain't meanin' nothin'
'Bout your second cousin (hmm), who be always buzzin'
Where she was or wasn't, who she now fkin'
Stories by the dozen Punch you got the sequel (what?)
To let you tell it Randy Moss is your people
It's evident, your as* lie like the president
But stretch marks on your mouth is the evidence (ha ha)
How the fk can your friends be the benjamins?! (punk)
And your little as* car's full of fender benz
There you go on the stand with your hand up (lyin')
Testifyin' about a man that's in handcuffs
We should do you like the Mack said
And if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a black head
Let him ooze, let him loose
Let him lie by his motherfkin' as* on the news (yeah yeah)
Chris Rock
Yo Cube, check out this ring, 69 karots
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
It's Kryptonite nigg*, Kryptonite!
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
Ice Cube
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--
repeat last 4 lines
Chris Rock - ad lib outro...
