The Predator

You can run but you can't hide from the westside
Night stalker, shit talker, run and tell them mr l.m.
Nigga with the gat and i'm back
Off the everyday prey that i slay
Rolling with the fo' chase ya through south-central
Monkey-wrench ho's should know that, she'll get the balzac
Cause i'm not staving, but fuck that
Johnny carson ho' never had me on the late night show
Coming with the shit that'll hitch
Steady mobbing cause the flavours good
There goes the neighbourhood nigga with the third album
How come he don't fall off?
Rolling with the sawed-off gauge
Turn the page of the chapter, caught up in the rapture
But you know anita, she can get the pita
Eat 'em up yum, and your flawed
Mutha-fuck billboard and the editor
Here comes the predator.

Check your head for the new style
Fuck lawerence powell and presino, wynd and koon
Pretty soon we'll fuck them like they fucked us and won't kiss 'em
Riots ain't nothing but dodge for the system
Fighting with the beast, no justice, no peace
If any, even if we fuck up denny
Niggaz are sick of your white mans tricks with no treat
Thats right, now it's on, on sight
You call me a muslim, no i'm not a resident, still got my vote in
Farrakhan for president, a white america, i'm tearing ya
A new ass ho', who's the nigga with the new black
Strolling to your suburb house and i douse with gas
Now who's cleaning up trash?
Eat 'em up yum, and your flawed
Mutha-fuck billboard and the editor
Here comes the predator.

Get my black rag showing and i'm ?????
Kiss my grips like ??? or mel's diner
I'm meaner than a mutha-fucking hyena, chasing antelope
Put a chrome to your dome, watch it bust like a cantelope
I can't stand a rope, so don't try to hang 'em
Talk about dog's, boy i can sling 'em
Ratta-tat-tat on your noggin
Cause ice will cream your ass like ???? chocolate
I get crazy when i catch a rap
Even be flipping the toungue like ???? das-efx
So who is ice cube?
I'm a rapper, actor, macker
Got a little problem with the redneck cracka
Get the polly, whack her, ???? is a devil shit-packer
Coming with a crazy pitch
And the statue of liberty ain't nothing but a lazy bitch
Don't wanna give up the crack to the black
But you call it racial, if we go and break the ho'
But eat 'em up yum and your flawed
Mutha-fuck billboard and the editor
Here comes the predator

You can't trust a big butt and a smile
No, that's the old style
In ninety-deuce, shit ain't quite the same
Bitches gotta brand new game, yo
It's kinda hard to see
But the dating game ain't what it used to be
Back in the day, if a ho wanted ya dough
She give you a piece of ass and there we go
Go and get knocked up and then get socked up
You be broke and locked up
But the news done hit
Bitches all over on some new improved shit
To y'all macks
Come to find out that bitches are pullin jacks
I remember every night all you had to worry about
Was gettin caught at a red light
And the nigga gettin ya five, day to days
Now shit done changed
Cos you gots to watch the ones in the skirt
And it ain't about gettin burnt
I know it sounds strange, but could you
Stop thinkin with ya dick for a change
Cos you'll get a bullet in your brain, mr rich
And about that bitch, don't trust em

Chorus

(ice cube comin at'cha with a crazy bitch)
Don't trust no (bitch! bitch! bitch!)
(ice cube comin at'cha with a crazy bitch)
You can't trust no (bitch! bitch! bitch!)
*repeat*

Here's how the bitches jack:
They try to catch a dumb nigga in the act
You came to the club, stepped to the bar
And pulled out a wad of doves
After you got buzzed, she walk by
You saw how big her ass was
Got her on the dancefloor
And she started dancin like a ho
Jimmy got stiff, she ain't have a ride home
So you gave the bitch a lift
She didn't wanna trouble you
But hopped her big ass in your bmw
Hopped to her house and started kissin
And jimmy just wouldn't listen
Cos you got real horny
And that ain't cool at four in the morning
Started undressing the ho
Got to the drawers and the ho said "no!
"not on the first date
"it's gettin kinda late, could you come back at eight?"
You said "yeah!" cos you thought you met a wholesome ho
But nigga, she know you rollin in some dough
And you'll regret and somethin 'bout a bitch you just met
Don't trust em!

Interlude:
(scratching of bbd's 'poison' and pe's 'don't believe the hype')

Eight o'clock on the dot, nigga's hot
Dick hard as a rock
Straight on a solo creep
Can't wait till her little boy go to sleep
So you can seduce the g
Bust a nut and make an excuse to leave
You got her worked out cos you the man
But the bitch got diff'rent plans
She said "take off your clothes, jump in the bed"
While she powder her nose
You get butt naked, cos you ready to wreck it!
Cos you's a motherfuckin punk, next thing you know
The door flies open with a blast
With four niggas in ski masks
Pointin a gun at the pimp
You're scared as a motherfucker and jimmy done went limp
They beat you down just a taste
Take ya to your house and make ya open up the safe
Drove you far, tied up in the trunk of your own fuckin car
Take you out and pop the cap
I told you the bitch was a trap
Don't trust em!

Chorus

Verse one:

God damn, another fucking payback wit' a twist
Them motherfuckers shot but the punks missed
Ice cube is out-gunned, what is the outcome?
Will they do me like malcolm?
Cuz i bust styles, new styles, standing. . .
Strong. . . while, others run a hundred miles
But i never run, never will
Deal wit' the devil wit' my mother fucking steel - boom!
Media try to do me
But i was a boy-n-the-hood before the movie, yeah
Call me nigga, bigger than a spook
But you the one that voted for duke, motherfucker
White man is something i tried to study
But i got my hands bloody, yeah.
They say i can sing like a jaybird
But nigga don't say the j-word.
I thought they was bugging. . .
Cuz to us uncle sam is hitler without an oven
Burning our black skin
Buy my neighborhood - then push the crack in
Doing us wrong from the first day
And don't understand why a nigga got an ak.
Calling me an african-american
Like everything is fair again, shit
Devil you got to get the shit right i'm black
Blacker than a trillion midnights
"don't believe the hype" was said in 88 by the great chuck d
Now they're trying to fuck me . . .
{wit' no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline}
Its a great day for genocide
Thats the day all the niggas died
They killed jfk in '63
So what the fuck you think they'll do to me?
But i'm the o.g. and i bust back, boom boom
Bust back, boom boom,
Peel a cap, boom boom!
Gimme room in the fire of the sun
Hear the mack come
Hear the black come
Watch jack run
Motherfuckers can't gank me
Fuck a devil, fuck a rebel, and a yankee
Overrun and put the presidency
After needin that, i'm down wit' o.p.p.
I met farrakhan and had dinner
And you ask if i'm a five-percenter, well. . .
No, but i go where the brothas go
Down with compton mosque, number 54
Made a little dough, still got a sister on my elbow
Did ice cube sell out? you say "hell no!"
A black woman is my manager, not in the kitchen,
So could you please stop bitchin'?


Verse two:

{gun shots}

You missed and didn't hit the lench mob either
[guerillas in the mist] without jungle fever
But i got the fever for the flava of a cracker, not a pringle
Bust a single, here's my new jingle
The kkk has got three-piece suits
Using niggas like turkey shoots
My motto is "treat 'em like a prostitute."
If i say no violence devil, you won't respect mine,
Fuck the dumb shit and get my tek-9.
And if they approach us
A-ight, a-ight - i bury those cockroaches.
And if you can't deal wit' my "kill at will"
Here's a new gift to get
Try my "death certificate".
Amerikkka's most, amerikkka's burnt - its like toast
Like jordan i'm going coast to coast.
Dribbling the funk
Here comes the nigga wit' the mother fucking monster dunk
Get off me punk
{you better eat your wheaties}
Darryl gates got the studio surrounded
Cuz he don't like the niggas that i'm down wit'
Mother fucker wanna do us
Cuz i like nat, huey, malcolm, and louis.
Most got done by a black man's bullet
Give a trigga to a nigga and watch him pull it.
Negro assassin,
I'ma dig a ditch, bitch, and throw your ass in
When they shoot, no, it won't be a cracker
They use somebody much blacker
What i do?
I call up the geto boy crew
Cuz my mind's playing tricks on me too.
Never die, surround my crib
____________ makin' sure nobody creep when i sleep
Keep a 9 millimeter in my jeep - peep!
When i roll, i gots to roll deep.
Ain't going out cheap
Make the mad circle on cypress hill cuz its so steep.
They'll never get me
They'll never hit me
Mother fuck that shit j-dee.
Now i relax
Grab the st. ides brew so i can max.
Sitting on the window cuz its so fucking hot,
And then i heard a shot -
Boom.

[break me]
[shit..]
[yo..]

Just waking up in the morning gotta thank god
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barking from the dogs, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out
Hooked it up on later as i hit the do'
Thinking will i live, another twenty-fo'
I gotta go cause i got me a drop top
And if i hit the switch, i can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from kim and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and i'm askin y'all
Which court, are y'all playin basketball?
Get me on the court and i'm trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freaking brothers everyway like m.j.
I can't believe, today was a good day

Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didn't even get no static from the cowards
Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin, didn't even look in a niggaz direction
As i ran the intersection
Went to $hort dog's house, they was watchin yo! mtv raps
What's the haps on the craps
Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em
Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do' joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and i'm yellin domino
And now i am yelling dominoes
Plus nobody i know got killed in south central l.a.
Today was a good day

Left my niggaz house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade
It's ironic, i had the brew she had the chronic
The lakers beat the supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep so deep so deep
Put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
She didn't hesitate, to call ice cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and i'm coasting
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off, then i chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn't even see a berry flashing those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the morning got the fat burger
Even saw the lights of the goodyear blimp
And it read ice cube's a pimp
Drunk as hell but no throwing up
Half way home and my pager still blowing up
Today i didn't even have to use my a.k.
I got to say it was a good day.

Hey wait, wait a minute fool
Stop the shit
What the fuck am i thinking about?

Verse 1

Drivin down the motherfuckin highway
The flyway hey bitch, you goin my way?
Now i got a passenger
I look at the miniskirt, now i'm askin her
Would you like to hit the fat bud,
Or perhaps should i run your name through the mud
I mean, are you giving up the nappy dugout?
She said no, well then get the fuck out
Cause i know where the hoes be feinin'
Plus your fat ass got my six-deuce leanin'
Bust a u on the avenue
Why oh why there ain't shit to do
But then sir jinx played his mix
And you thought that shit played out in eighty six
Lookin for my dogs
Looked up in the mirror being followed by the hogs
One time's on my motherfuckin line
Why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me
They must thind i'm a gee
They both walk up with the g. l. o. c.
(freeze! there was a robbery and the nigger looked just like you. now
Get out of the car with your hands up and legs spread.)
Started they investigation
No driver's liscence no registration
When i stepped out the car they slammed me
Goddamn ya'll who got the camera?

Chorus
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit
Who got the camera?
(x2)


Verse 2:

No lights no camera no action
And the pigs wouldn't believe that my slave name was jackson
He said don't lie to me
I'm lookin for john, matt, or spike lee
The motherfucker called for back up
I guess they planned to beat the mack up
He called me a silly ass thug
And pulled out his billy ass club
Tearin up my coupe lookin for the chronic
Goddamn nobody got a panasonic
Found an empty can of old gold
Came around and put my ass in a choke hold
Fucked around and broke my pager
Then they hit a nigga with the tazer
The motherfucking pigs were tryin to hurt me
I fell to the floor and yelled lord have mercy
Then they hit me in the face ya'll
But to them it ain't nuttin but (a friendly game of base ball)
Crowd stood around i said goddamn ya
Who got the camera

Repeat chorus

Verse 3

I knew when i saw that deputy smirkin'
That they were gonna put some work in
Mr. law had to hit me in the jaw
Cause i called them faggots with guns and badges
They played rat-a-tat-tat on me head
But if i had the gatty-gat-gat they'd be dead
A victim of a big fat 187
And little devils don't go to heaven
Last night there were eleven but they were'nt scarin me
So they tried the flashlight therapy
I looked at the black one and called him a traitor
I don't give a fuck if you got a beta
Just take my fuckin picture
So i can go downtown and bitch and pitch ya (?)
The one that called me a spook
His name is officer david duke
If the crowd weren't around they would've shot me
Tried to play me out like my name was rodney
Fuckin police gettin badder
But if i had a camera the shit wouldn't matter
(bitch), uh who got my nine, who got my nine
Ya'll done did it this time, uh
Who the fuck got my nine