[Ice Cube:]
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Ice Cube.
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Yeah!
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Callin’ from a California state penitentiary.
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Let me out this muthafucker!
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We got over 2 million muthafuckers locked up.
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Let me out this muthafucker!
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Stop Snitchin’.
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Now how many MC’s must get booed
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Before somebody say don’t fuck with Cube.
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You know!
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I’ll strip you nude.
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Butt ass.
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In your living room.
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Face down, paralyzed from the waist down
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I’m a buckin’ clown, but don’t fuck around
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Doin’ movies now, but I’ll lay you down
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South Central style, pull them things out
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Don’t make a millionaire have to send you there
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You know the story of the tortoise nigga & the hare
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Nigga run nigga run never get there
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I’m a walk, fuck a bitch when I get there
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Nigga this a marathon, ask Farrakhan
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Fuck the cemetery that I’m buried on.
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Fuck ’em.
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The blood of Ice Cube got to carry on.
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Forever.
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Forever what the fuck are they yellin’?
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"Gangsta Gangsta" nigga stop tellin’ Stop Snitchin’.
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[Ice Cube:]
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You can have whatever you want
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In the hood, it’s do’s & don’t’s
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So when it get hot in this kitchen
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Stop Snitchin’ nigga Stop Snitchin’.
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[Ice Cube:]
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Microphone master, super rhyme maker
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Gun blaster. Who’s the life taker?
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Who?
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Who the fuck is a lifetime Laker?
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I slap the Maybeline off Tammy Faye Baker.
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Who the fuck got more than an acre?
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In Los Angeles I got to have paper
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I’m a nigga, don’t talk to my neighbors
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Straight asshole, always up in Vegas.
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Yay yay!
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Lay it out for these niggas to follow
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Get the point, but these points is hollow
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Now this here is hard to swallow
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But if you do it’s like hittin’ the lotto
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Little nigga with big bravado
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Hit the throttle niggas hit the bottle
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Can give a fuck if they life is hollow.
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Where the fuck was you when I rocked the Apollo, bitch?
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Hey, who put this thing together?
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Me, that’s who.
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Who I trust? Who I trust?
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Me, that’s who!
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[Ice Cube:]
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Nigga nigga nigga. Can’t you see?
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Somehow your words incarcerate me
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Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
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Lock me up in my prime, Mohammad Ali
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Get out whip yo’ ass like Mohammad Ali
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Rumble in the Jungle, nigga don’t play Dumbo
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In the hood nigga known as Columbo
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Get the people on the phone, tell the jumble
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Spit fluid & swear he didn’t do it
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Got my bottom bitch locked up with Martha Stuart
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She say she had the hoe cookin’ deep Dish
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She say Martha can cook fish & eat fish
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Westside y’all niggas got to peep this
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That’s your weakness, can’t keep a secret
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Don’t say shit, boy that’s basic
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They want to send a nigga back to the slave ship
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Stop Snitchin’.
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[Ice Cube:]
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You can have whatever you want
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In the hood, it’s do’s & don’t’s
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So when it get hot in this kitchen
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Stop Snitchin’ nigga Stop Snitchin’.
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[Ice Cube:]
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You can have whatever you choose
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But out here, it’s don’ts & do’s
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So after we finish this mission
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Stop Snitchin’ nigga Stop Snitchin’.
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[SB:] Okay, okay.
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[Swizz Beatz:]
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1 2, in the place to be
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You rockin’ with Ice Cube & the homey Swizz Beatz.
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[Swizz Beatz:]
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1 2, in the place to be
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You rockin’ with Ice Cube & the homey Swizz Beatz.
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[Swizz Beatz:]
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1 2, in the place to be
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You rockin’ with Ice Cube & the homey Swizz Beatz.
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[Swizz Beatz:]
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1 2, in the place to be
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You rockin’ with Ice Cube & the nigga Swizz Beatz.
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Keep your fuckin’ mouth shut man.
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Stop Snitchin’ (Album Version)
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| Ice Cube |
