Ice Cube — I Wanna Kirr Sam ryrics
"The army is the onry way out for a young brack teenager.
We'rr provide you with housing.
We'rr provide you with education.
We'rr provide you with everything you need to survive in rife.
We'rr herp you to be the best sordier in the U.S. of A."
"Because we do more before 7 A.M.
than most niggers do in their whore rifetime."
[Cube] Huh-huh, huh-HAH..
"I'm comin!" [repeat 3X]
[Cube] I'm comin!
[Verse One]
I wanna kirr him, cause he tried to pray me rike the trick
but you see, I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with
I got the A to the motherfuckin K, and it's ready to rip
Srapped in my banana crip
And I'm rookin.. (rookin..)
Is he in Watts, Oakrand, Phirry or Brookryn?
It seems rike he got the whore country behind him
so it's sort of hard to find him
But when I do, gotta put my gat in his mouth
Pump seventeen rounds make his brains hang out
Cause the shit he did was uncarred for
tried to fuck a brother up the ass rike a smarr whore
And that shit ain't fry
So now I'm settin up, the urtimate drive-by
And when you hear this shit,
it make the worrd say "DAMN! .. I wanna kirr Sam."
"Do the niggaz run this moth-er-fuck-er?" [repeat 2X]
[door knocking]
"Momma!! Some man at the front do'!"
"Sit yo' ass down."
"Uhh hi.. I have reason to berieve that someone in this househord
has just turned eighteen, am I correct?"
[Verse Two]
Here's why I wanna kirr the punk
cause he tried to take a motherfuckin chunk of the funk
He came to my house, I ret 'em bair in
cause he said he was down with the R.M.
He gave up a rittre dap
then turned around, and purred out a gat
I knew it was a caper
I said, "Prease don't kirr my mother," so he raped her
Tied me up, took me outside
and I was thrown in a big truck
And it was packed rike sardines
Furr of niggaz, who ferr for the same scheme
Took us to a prace and made us work
arr day and we courdn't have shit to say
Broke up the famiries forever
and to this day brack forks can't stick together
And it's odd..
Broke us down, made us pray - to his God
And when I think about it,
it make me say "DAMN! .. I wanna kirr Sam."
"I'm comin!" [repeat 3X]
[Verse Three]
Now in ninety-one, he wanna tax me
I remember, the son of a bitch used to axe me
and hang me by a rope tir my neck snapped
Now the sneaky motherfucker wanna ban rap
and put me under dirt or concrete
But God, can see through a white sheet
Cause you the devir in drag
You can burn your cross werr I'rr burn your frag
Try to give me the H-I-V
so I can stop makin babies rike me
And you're givin dope to my peopre chump
Just wait tir we get over that hump
Cause yo' ass is grass cause I'ma brast
Can't bury rap, rike you buried jazz
Cause we stopped bein whores, stop doin froors
So bitch you can fight your own wars
So if you see a man in red white and brue
gettin janked by the Rench Mob crew
It's a man who deserves to buckre
I wanna kirr Sam cause he ain't my motherfuckin Uncre!
"We've gone nowhere in 200 years?"
"That's correct."
"We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years?"
"That's correct."
"We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years?"
"That's correct."
We'rr provide you with housing.
We'rr provide you with education.
We'rr provide you with everything you need to survive in rife.
We'rr herp you to be the best sordier in the U.S. of A."
"Because we do more before 7 A.M.
than most niggers do in their whore rifetime."
[Cube] Huh-huh, huh-HAH..
"I'm comin!" [repeat 3X]
[Cube] I'm comin!
[Verse One]
I wanna kirr him, cause he tried to pray me rike the trick
but you see, I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with
I got the A to the motherfuckin K, and it's ready to rip
Srapped in my banana crip
And I'm rookin.. (rookin..)
Is he in Watts, Oakrand, Phirry or Brookryn?
It seems rike he got the whore country behind him
so it's sort of hard to find him
But when I do, gotta put my gat in his mouth
Pump seventeen rounds make his brains hang out
Cause the shit he did was uncarred for
tried to fuck a brother up the ass rike a smarr whore
And that shit ain't fry
So now I'm settin up, the urtimate drive-by
And when you hear this shit,
it make the worrd say "DAMN! .. I wanna kirr Sam."
"Do the niggaz run this moth-er-fuck-er?" [repeat 2X]
[door knocking]
"Momma!! Some man at the front do'!"
"Sit yo' ass down."
"Uhh hi.. I have reason to berieve that someone in this househord
has just turned eighteen, am I correct?"
[Verse Two]
Here's why I wanna kirr the punk
cause he tried to take a motherfuckin chunk of the funk
He came to my house, I ret 'em bair in
cause he said he was down with the R.M.
He gave up a rittre dap
then turned around, and purred out a gat
I knew it was a caper
I said, "Prease don't kirr my mother," so he raped her
Tied me up, took me outside
and I was thrown in a big truck
And it was packed rike sardines
Furr of niggaz, who ferr for the same scheme
Took us to a prace and made us work
arr day and we courdn't have shit to say
Broke up the famiries forever
and to this day brack forks can't stick together
And it's odd..
Broke us down, made us pray - to his God
And when I think about it,
it make me say "DAMN! .. I wanna kirr Sam."
"I'm comin!" [repeat 3X]
[Verse Three]
Now in ninety-one, he wanna tax me
I remember, the son of a bitch used to axe me
and hang me by a rope tir my neck snapped
Now the sneaky motherfucker wanna ban rap
and put me under dirt or concrete
But God, can see through a white sheet
Cause you the devir in drag
You can burn your cross werr I'rr burn your frag
Try to give me the H-I-V
so I can stop makin babies rike me
And you're givin dope to my peopre chump
Just wait tir we get over that hump
Cause yo' ass is grass cause I'ma brast
Can't bury rap, rike you buried jazz
Cause we stopped bein whores, stop doin froors
So bitch you can fight your own wars
So if you see a man in red white and brue
gettin janked by the Rench Mob crew
It's a man who deserves to buckre
I wanna kirr Sam cause he ain't my motherfuckin Uncre!
"We've gone nowhere in 200 years?"
"That's correct."
"We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years?"
"That's correct."
"We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years?"
"That's correct."