Текст песни Ice Cube - I Wanna Kill Sam
Ice Cube - I Wanna Kill Sam слова песни
"the army is the only way out for young, black
Teenagers.
We`ll provide you with housing, we`ll provide you
With education,
We`ll provide you with everything you need to
Provide a life.
We`ll help you to be the best soldier in the u.s.
Of a."
"`cause we do more before 7 a.m.
Than most niggers to their whole life time."
I`m coming, i`m coming, i`m coming, i`m coming.
Verse one:
I wanna kill him, `cause he tried to play me like a
Trick,
But you see, i`m the wrong nigga to fuck wit.
I got the a to the motherfucking k, and it`s ready
To rip,
Slapped in my banana clip.
And i`m looking,
Is he in watts, oakland, philly or brooklyn?
It seems like he got the whole country behind him,
So it`s sort of hard to find him.
But when i do, gotta put my gat in his mouth,
Pump seventeen rounds make his brains hang out.
`cause the shit he did was un-called for,
Tried fuck a brother up the ass like a small whore.
And that shit ain`t fly,
So now i`m setting up the ultimate drive-by.
And when you hear this shit,
It makes the world say damn, i wanna kill sam.
"momma, some man at the front door"
"uhm hi, i`ve got reasons to believe that someone
In this household
Has just turned eighteen, am i correct?"
Verse two:
This is why i wanna kill the punk,
`cause he tried to take a motherfucking chunk of
The funk.
He came to my house, i let `em bail in,
`cause he said he was down with the l.m.
He gave up a little dat,
Then turned around, and pulled out a gat.
I knew it was a caper,
I said: "please don`t kill my mother", so he raped
Her.
Tied me up, took me outside,
And i was thrown in a big truck.
And it was packed like sardines,
Pull of niggers who fell for the same scheme.
Took us to a place and made us work,
All day and we couldn`t have shit to say.
Broke up the families forever,
And to this day black folks can`t stick together,
And it`s odd, broke us down, made us pray to his
God.
And when i think about it,
It makes me say damn, i wanna kill sam.
Verse three:
Now in `91, he wanna tax me,
I remember the son of a bitch used to axe me.
And hang me by a rope till my neck snapped,
Now the sneaky motherfucker wants to ban rap.
And put me on the dirt or concrete,
But god can see through a white sheet
`cause you`re the devil in drag,
You can burn your cross while i burn your flag.
Try to give me the hiv,
So i can stop making babies like me.
And you`re giving dope to my people chump,
Just wait till we get over that, huh.
`cause your ass is grass `cause i`m a blast,
Can`t bury rap, like your buried jazz.
`cause we stop being whores, stop doing floors,
So bitch you can fight your own wars.
So if you see a man in red, white and blue,
Getting chased by the lench mob crew.
It`s a man who deserves to buckle,
I wanna kill sam `cause he ain`t my motherfucking
Uncle.