Last Wordz

Got any last words?
Yeah, yeah, I got some last words
Once again it's on-
Ice Cube's in the motherfuckin' house
The nigga you love to hate
Ice Cube's in the motherfuckin' house
The nigga you love to hate
Ice Cube's in, Ice Cube's in
Ice Cube's in, Ice Cube's in
Ice Cube's in the motherfuckin' house (yo)
Here comes the nigga with the ruff, the terror
The paranoid, gots to get the boy
Get your steel 'cause I feel like a headbanger
Yeah, I got a gang of shit, styles guns
My Uzi weighs a motherfuckin' ton
Bucking down one, bucking down two
Bucking down your crew, motherfuck' you
Pigs wear blue, I where black, nothing but black
'Cause goddamn it's a brand new payback
Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga
On the trigga, the zigga the zag, the nickel, the bag
The nigga the sag, the 44 mag' got you runnin' like a fag
So keep your motherfuckin' jokes
'Cause, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs
No yokes but smokes
Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers
Get ya for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for the cause, yeah
Ice-T in the motherfuckin' house (L.A. Player)
Ice-T in the motherfuckin' house (L.A. Player)
Ice-T in the motherfuckin' house (L.A. Player)
Ice-T in the motherfuckin' house (L.A. Player)
Ice-T in the motherfuckin' house (L.A. Player)
House, house, house, house (L.A. Player)
O-to-the-mothefuckin'-g, I break crazy
A lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me
Stop me, clock me, cops wanna Glock me
But the punk motherfucking pigs can't stop me
Uh, am I a G? I got proof
Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof
With a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope
2Pac'll string a nigga up if the mob don't
So what's up, Punk? You want what I got
Step to me wrong, fuck around and get shot
Your mom's crying, fuck her, bust her
Bitch talks crazy to me and I'll dust her
Pops got the LP phat, track on hit
Laid by the motherfuckin' Bobcat
Ninety-three suckas want me to go out
Throw the ho out, bitch motherfucker, I'm rich
2Pac's in the motherfuckin' house
Nigga, I'm loc'd, when I smoke from the indo
2Pac's in the motherfuckin' house
Nigga, I'm loc'd, when I smoke from the indo
2Pac's in the motherfuckin' house
Nigga, I'm loc'd, when I smoke, from the indo
Give it to me, give it to me, give it
Got any last words
Now they're after me, why? 'Cause a nigga's black
Spittin' facts and ain't afraid to pull a trigger back
Let 'em come step to a real motherfucker (boom, boom)
Mama ain't raised no suckers
Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked?
Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets?
Motherfucker, rednecks all the same
Fear a real nigga if he ain't balled and chained
That's why we burn shit and wreck
'Cause the punk police ain't learned shit yet
You motherfuckers gonna pay the price
Can't make a Black life? Don't take a Black life
It's on, the next real nigga fall dead
Dread, jheri curl, process, or bald head
Be prepared for the smoke to bust
What niggas need to do is start locin' up
United we stand, divided we fall
They can shoot one nigga but they can't take us all
Let's get along with the Mexicans
And we can all have peace on the sets again, huh
Imagine that if it took place (ha ha)
Keeping the smiles off their white fakes
I ain't racist but let's trade places
Trace the hate and then face it
One nigga teach two niggas, three teach four niggas
And them niggas teach more niggas
And when we blast that'll be the biggest blast you heard
And them is my last words