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Ice Cube on Suffering Jukebox is a free online music player. Stream every album, open the lyrics, rate tracks, and build playlists. Open the interactive player at https://www.sufferingjukebox.stream/ice-cube. Catalog added by Church Street Studio.
Songs: You Know How We Do It, It Was A Good Day, Why We Thugs, Ghetto Bird (Music Video)
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Yeah, every hood's the same Every hood's the same, come on They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us I'm from the land of the gang bang Since I was little, ain't a goddamn thang changed It's the same old saying Bush run shit like Saddam Hussein I cock and aim, clinically insane To deal with this bullshit day-to-day If I sell some yay or smoke some hay You bitches wanna throw me up in Pelican's Bay Call me an animal up in the system But who's the animal that built this prison? Who's the animal that invented lower-livin'? The projects, thank God for Russell Simmons Thank God for Sugarhill I'm putting a different kind of steel up to my grill Y'all know what it is, scared for your own kids How these ghetto niggas taking over showbiz? They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us It's boys in the hood, it's toys in the hood Y'all wanna know why there's noise in the hood 'Cause there's drugs in the hood, thugs in the hood Nigga killed a Crip and a Blood in the hood (forreal) 'Cause when niggas get tribal It's all about survival, nobody liable I got caught by Five-O Grandmama came to court with her Bible But when the judge hit the gavel Now I'm too far from my family to travel (fuck) I just came unraveled Socked the D.A. before I got gaffled Owned by C.A, State Property Just like the year 1553 Looking for me, a one-way ticket out Don't understand, what's so hard to figure out? They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us Damn, I can't take the pressure Pulled the 4-4 up out the dresser Grabbed the weight up out the closet Po-po coming, but I'm scared to toss it Y'all know what happened last time I lost it Can't tell you niggas what the fuckin' boss did D game got a nigga exhausted Gotta go for the plea bargain they offered 20 years for what? Breaking these laws, that's so corrupt Taking these halls and fillin' them up Some powder keg shit that's about to erupt Aye, y'all, I'm about to be stuck Until the year 2000-what the fuck? In the hood, don't press your luck 'Cause these motherfuckers will set you up, word up They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us Every hood's the same, every hood's the same Every hood's the same, every hood's the same Every hood's the same, stop trippin' on it Every hood's the same, every hood's the same Every hood's the same, every hood's the same Every hood's the same
Yeah (yeah, yeah) yeah (yeah, yeah) Fool, you know how we do it (whoa-oh, oh) West Side Comin' from the West Side Nothin' but the West Side (whoa-oh, oh) Ain't nothin' goin' on but the bomb-ass rap song Hittin' all night long Just like me on the black and white ivory Gettin' six on artillery, you don't want to see a G (whoa-oh, oh) Break yo' ass like dishes Buster-ass tricks, sleep with the fishes Runnin' from Lennox, up at Venice They wanna have me in stripes, like Dennis the Menace (whoa-oh, oh) But that ain't poppin', ain't no stoppin' Fo'-hoppin', ass droppin', Coupe DeVille My troupe can kill, fool I got skills So, back on up 'fore I check that chin Down for whatever and I'm full off Henn' You gets no love and I thought you knew it Fool, you know how we do it Comin' from the West Side West Side, comin' from the West Side (Whoa-oh, oh) Chillin' with the homies, smellin' the bud Double-parked and I'm talkin' to Dub About who got a plan, who got a plot Who got got, and who got shot (whoa-oh, oh) 'Cause everybody knows that he got the info Crazy Toones hangin' out the window Fool, I got them bomb-ass tapes Da Lench Mob, Planet of the Apes (whoa-oh, oh) I'm down with Eiht, and Watts Up Kam and Solo, they got nuts When Ice Cube write a sentence I want "The Bomb," just like George Clinton S-K-P is down to catch a body Put on Knee Deep, we'll turn out your party You gets no love and I thought you knew it Fool, you know how we do it (whoa-oh, oh) You know how we do it (whoa-oh, oh) Jack be nimble, and Jack be quick If you wanna jack me on a lick, 'cause I'm that fool from South Central You think you stuck yourself, with a number two pencil (whoa-oh, oh) That's how I poke hot lead in yo' ass With "Mo' Bounce to the Ounce" in the dash Mash up, Van Ness, headed for the West Everything is great, slow down for the dip (whoa-oh, oh) On a 100 and 8th and keep mashin' Don't drink and drive to keep the fo' from crashin' Stashin' a Glock and I thought you knew it You know how we do it (whoa-oh, oh) You know how we do it (whoa-oh, oh) West Side It's hittin' on the West Side It's comin' on the West Side It's nothin' on the West Side (whoa-oh, oh)
Break 'em! Shit! Yo! Yeah! Just wakin' up in the mornin', gotta thank God I don't know, but today seems kinda odd No barkin' from the dog, no smog And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog (damn!) I got my grub on, but didn't pig out Finally, got a call from a girl I wanna dig out (what's up?) Hooked it up fo' later as I hit the do' Thinkin', "Will I live another 24'?" I gotta go 'cause I got me a drop top And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop Had to stop at a red light Lookin' in my mirror, not a jacker in sight And everything is alright I got a beep from Kim, and she can fuck all night Called up the homies, and I'm askin' y'all Which park, are y'all playin' basketball? Get me on the court and I'm trouble Last week fucked around and got a triple-double Freakin' niggas every way like MJ I can't believe, today was a good day, shit! Drove to the pad and hit the showers Didn't even get no static from them cowards 'Cause just yesterday, them fools tried to blast me Saw the police, and they rolled right past me No flexin', didn't even look in a nigga's direction As I ran, the intersection Went to Short Dog's house, they was watchin' Yo! MTV Raps What's the haps on the craps? Shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em! Roll 'em in a circle of niggas, and watch me break 'em Wit' the seven, 7-11, 7-11 Seven, even back do' Lil Joe I picked up the cash flow Then we played bones, and I'm yellin' "Domino!" Plus, nobody I know got killed in South Central LA Today was a good day, shit! Left my nigga's house paid Picked up a girl been tryna fuck since the 12th grade It's ironic, I had the brew, she had the chronic The Lakers beat the Supersonics I felt on her big fat fanny Pulled out the jammy and killed the punani And my dick runs deep, so deep, so deep Put her ass to sleep Woke her up around one She didn't hesitate to call Ice Cube the top gun Drove her to the pad and I'm coastin' Took another sip of the potion, hit the three-wheel motion I was glad everything had worked out Dropped her ass off, and then chirped out Today was like one of those fly dreams Didn't even see a berry flashin' those high beams No helicopter lookin' for a murder Two in the mornin', got the Fatburger Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp And it read, "Ice Cube's a pimp!" (Yeah) Drunk as hell, but no throwin' up Halfway home, and my pager's still blowin' up Today, I didn't even have to use my AK I gotta say it was a good day, shit! Hey, wait, wait a minute! Pooh, stop this shit! What the fuck am I thinkin' about?
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