| Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up
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| Whassup nigga?
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| Get over there… shit
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| Ya lil punk ass nigga
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| C’mere, c’mere, c’mere boy
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| God damnit you stop that shit now
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| Take him to jail and get him the hell from in front of this house
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| Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man
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| Whassup?
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| Wait a minute?
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| There are police, go!
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| Give me that beat, fool, it’s a full time jack move
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| Chilly Chill, yo homie make the track move
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| And I’ll jack any Tom, Dick and Hank
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| That’s the name of the SUCKERS I done ganked
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| I get away from a copper
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| Drop a dime, I’ll break you off somethin proper
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| With the L-E-N-C-H-M-O-B
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| T-Bone and that’s J-Dee
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| And here’s how we’ll greet ya
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| Stop fool, come off that beat ya
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| Feel dumb cause you’re caught in the dark
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| (ya lil nuttin ass mark)
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| Raise up, cause you can’t' have it back
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| You said — «I ain’t never got gaffled like that»
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| Off the end of the gat you choke
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| Short Dog’s in the house — «Whattup loc?»
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| Nuttin but a come up
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| Gimme that bass, and don’t try to run up
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| Cause you’ll get banked somethin sweet
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| Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob, is jackin for beats
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| Huh, and even if you’re down with my crew
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| You got to slow down*
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| I jack them too
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| And then we’ll freak it
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| Kick that bass, and look what we did
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| Fade the grade, played, and made a few mil
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| And I keep stealin
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| Ice Cube’ll make it thump
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| But right about now — *let's get over the hump*
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| But I don’t party and shake my butt
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| I leave that to the brothers with the funny haircuts
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| And it’ll drive you nuts
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| Steal your beat, and give it that gangsta touch
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| Like jackin and mackin
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| Say hi to the three fifty-seven I’m packin
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| And it sounds so sweet
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| Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob, is jackin for beats
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| Ice Cube, will take a funky beat and reshape it
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| Locate a dope break, and then I break it
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| And give it that gangsta lean
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| Dead in your face as I turn up the bass
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| I make punk suckers run and duck because
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| I don’t try to hide cause you know that I love to
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| Jack a fool for his beat and then I’m outtie
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| So when I come to your town don’t crowd me
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| Cause I know, you’re gonna wanna kick it with me
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| But I know, none of y’all can get with me
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| So you think you’re protected
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| Well you are til you put a funky beat on a record
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| Then I have to show and prove and use your groove
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| Cause suckers can’t fade the Cube
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| And if I jack you and you keep comin
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| I’ll have you marks a 100 Miles and Running!
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| Sa-prize, niggas* |