Released: September 22, 1992
Featuring: Ice Cube
Songwriter: Clyde Stubblefield Terry E Gray Ice Cube Cecil Hunt Bobby Watley Jimmy Munford J-Dee
Producer: Ice Cube
Ice Cube:
It's like push, push, in the bush (man fuck you)
You from the cluck crew
Nigga I got money like a black man (man fuck you)
Jay-Dee
Negro you and your payroll
Ice Cube:
Say ho this nigga got the yay-O
Pump that shit from L.A. to San Diego
Now do you wanna join my crew?
Jay-Dee
Man fuck you nigga, I thought you knew
Now I gotta lay you out, play you out
For sellin' that shit all about
Ice Cube:
Nigga I got clout
Throughout the projects
Jay-Dee
Yeah, for robbin' black folks for their checks
Now we gotta break necks
Ice Cube:
Black man don't flex on a brother
Unless you a plain clothes, undercover
Jay-Dee
Man fuck you
You can't get your slang on
But you got black folks singin that same song (yeah)
Ice Cube:
I used to get my bang on
Now I got money anythang's on
Jay-Dee
Man fuck you
Because you're dead wrong
Use your mind black man
I can tell that you're head strong
Ice Cube:
So what should I do?
Work for $3.22?
"Welcome to McDonald's may I please help you?"
I don't think so homey don't play that
Jay-Dee
Yeah, but heres a gun
Can homey say gat? (yep)
So ease back
Or we'll peel your cap
'Cuz you can get a smack for that, black
Ice Cube:
So do you wanna join my crew?
Jay-Dee
Punk, I don't work for nobody (man fuck you)
Chorus:
(Ice Cube) I can tell, you're all on my nutsac
(Ice Cube) Motherfuckin peasants is all on my nutsac
Jay-Dee
Niggas never thought dope-dealin would play out
So now they move way out
But nigga you can stay out - the ghetto
With your little baggies and shit
Ice Cube:
But I gotta buy my silk shirt and my khakis from the swap meet
Jay-Dee
Yeah fuckin' with them Japs you got beat
And whitey can't wait to see yo' ass in the hot seat
Ice Cube:
Man, fuck you 'cuz I got rocks in my pockets
Get you so high niggas call my shit rockets
Money parlayin', got my car layin'
Bendin' on the corner sellin'
Crack to the corners motherfucker
Jay-Dee
You'se a sucker
I hope a good ducker
Looks like I'mma have to bust a cap on my brother (yeah)
Ice Cube:
So do you wanna join my crew?
Jay-Dee
I told your little ass before (man fuck you)
Chorus:
(Ice Cube) It's a shame, you're all on my nutsac
(Ice Cube) And it's apparent, you're all on my nutsac
Jay-Dee
Driving through my hood
Rollin in your crack car
Baseheads out the block chasing like track stars
Ice Cube:
I might let a few of them catch me
Fuck the police the motherfuckers wanna stretch me
Have a big nigga undress me
Call me sweetheart or even sexy
Jay-Dee
Now who's giving up the crack
And I ain't talkin' about the plastic sacks
Man fuck that, you gonna let Jack play the mack
Guaranteed to hit your ass from the back
Ice Cube:
Man fuck you Jay-Dee
You got three babies
Talkin' that shit
Punk, you can't phase me
Jay-Dee
But my nine goes "buck-buck...pow!"
Bitch! (now look at you now)
Ice Cube:
Man fuck you!
Jay-Dee
A tisket a tasket
Now look who's in a casket
I knew I'd get your ass one day
You scandalous bastard
It's like push, push, in the bush (man fuck you)
You from the cluck crew
Nigga I got money like a black man (man fuck you)
Jay-Dee
Negro you and your payroll
Ice Cube:
Say ho this nigga got the yay-O
Pump that shit from L.A. to San Diego
Now do you wanna join my crew?
Jay-Dee
Man fuck you nigga, I thought you knew
Now I gotta lay you out, play you out
For sellin' that shit all about
Ice Cube:
Nigga I got clout
Throughout the projects
Jay-Dee
Yeah, for robbin' black folks for their checks
Now we gotta break necks
Ice Cube:
Black man don't flex on a brother
Unless you a plain clothes, undercover
Jay-Dee
Man fuck you
You can't get your slang on
But you got black folks singin that same song (yeah)
Ice Cube:
I used to get my bang on
Now I got money anythang's on
Jay-Dee
Man fuck you
Because you're dead wrong
Use your mind black man
I can tell that you're head strong
Ice Cube:
So what should I do?
Work for $3.22?
"Welcome to McDonald's may I please help you?"
I don't think so homey don't play that
Jay-Dee
Yeah, but heres a gun
Can homey say gat? (yep)
So ease back
Or we'll peel your cap
'Cuz you can get a smack for that, black
Ice Cube:
So do you wanna join my crew?
Jay-Dee
Punk, I don't work for nobody (man fuck you)
Chorus:
(Ice Cube) I can tell, you're all on my nutsac
(Ice Cube) Motherfuckin peasants is all on my nutsac
Jay-Dee
Niggas never thought dope-dealin would play out
So now they move way out
But nigga you can stay out - the ghetto
With your little baggies and shit
Ice Cube:
But I gotta buy my silk shirt and my khakis from the swap meet
Jay-Dee
Yeah fuckin' with them Japs you got beat
And whitey can't wait to see yo' ass in the hot seat
Ice Cube:
Man, fuck you 'cuz I got rocks in my pockets
Get you so high niggas call my shit rockets
Money parlayin', got my car layin'
Bendin' on the corner sellin'
Crack to the corners motherfucker
Jay-Dee
You'se a sucker
I hope a good ducker
Looks like I'mma have to bust a cap on my brother (yeah)
Ice Cube:
So do you wanna join my crew?
Jay-Dee
I told your little ass before (man fuck you)
Chorus:
(Ice Cube) It's a shame, you're all on my nutsac
(Ice Cube) And it's apparent, you're all on my nutsac
Jay-Dee
Driving through my hood
Rollin in your crack car
Baseheads out the block chasing like track stars
Ice Cube:
I might let a few of them catch me
Fuck the police the motherfuckers wanna stretch me
Have a big nigga undress me
Call me sweetheart or even sexy
Jay-Dee
Now who's giving up the crack
And I ain't talkin' about the plastic sacks
Man fuck that, you gonna let Jack play the mack
Guaranteed to hit your ass from the back
Ice Cube:
Man fuck you Jay-Dee
You got three babies
Talkin' that shit
Punk, you can't phase me
Jay-Dee
But my nine goes "buck-buck...pow!"
Bitch! (now look at you now)
Ice Cube:
Man fuck you!
Jay-Dee
A tisket a tasket
Now look who's in a casket
I knew I'd get your ass one day
You scandalous bastard
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