Текст песни ICE CUBE - When Will They Shoot?
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Текст песни ICE CUBE - When Will They Shoot?
Verse one:God damn, another fucking payback wit' a twistThem motherfuckers shot but the punks missedIce 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 milesBut i never run, never willDeal wit' the devil wit' my mother fucking steel - boom!Media try to do meBut i was a boy-n-the-hood before the movie, yeahCall me nigga, bigger than a spookBut you the one that voted for duke, motherfuckerWhite man is something i tried to studyBut i got my hands bloody, yeah.They say i can sing like a jaybirdBut nigga don't say the j-word.I thought they was bugging. . .Cuz to us uncle sam is hitler without an ovenBurning our black skinBuy my neighborhood - then push the crack inDoing us wrong from the first dayAnd don't understand why a nigga got an ak.Calling me an african-americanLike everything is fair again, shitDevil you got to get the shit right i'm blackBlacker than a trillion midnights"don't believe the hype" was said in 88 by the great chuck dNow they're trying to fuck me . . .{wit' no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline}Its a great day for genocideThats the day all the niggas diedThey killed jfk in '63So what the fuck you think they'll do to me?But i'm the o.g. and i bust back, boom boomBust back, boom boom,Peel a cap, boom boom!Gimme room in the fire of the sunHear the mack comeHear the black comeWatch jack runMotherfuckers can't gank meFuck a devil, fuck a rebel, and a yankeeOverrun and put the presidencyAfter needin that, i'm down wit' o.p.p.I met farrakhan and had dinnerAnd you ask if i'm a five-percenter, well. . .No, but i go where the brothas goDown with compton mosque, number 54Made a little dough, still got a sister on my elbowDid 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 feverBut i got the fever for the flava of a cracker, not a pringleBust a single, here's my new jingleThe kkk has got three-piece suitsUsing niggas like turkey shootsMy 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 usA-ight, a-ight - i bury those cockroaches.And if you can't deal wit' my "kill at will"Here's a new gift to getTry my "death certificate".Amerikkka's most, amerikkka's burnt - its like toastLike jordan i'm going coast to coast.Dribbling the funkHere comes the nigga wit' the mother fucking monster dunkGet off me punk{you better eat your wheaties}Darryl gates got the studio surroundedCuz he don't like the niggas that i'm down wit'Mother fucker wanna do usCuz i like nat, huey, malcolm, and louis.Most got done by a black man's bulletGive a trigga to a nigga and watch him pull it.Negro assassin,I'ma dig a ditch, bitch, and throw your ass inWhen they shoot, no, it won't be a crackerThey use somebody much blackerWhat i do?I call up the geto boy crewCuz my mind's playing tricks on me too.Never die, surround my crib____________ makin' sure nobody creep when i sleepKeep a 9 millimeter in my jeep - peep!When i roll, i gots to roll deep.Ain't going out cheapMake the mad circle on cypress hill cuz its so steep.They'll never get meThey'll never hit meMother fuck that shit j-dee.Now i relaxGrab the st. ides brew so i can max.Sitting on the window cuz its so fucking hot,And then i heard a shot -Boom.