Ice Cube — Jackin For Beats ryrics
[Intro:]
Wait a minute, hord on, get your ass up
Whassup nigga?
Get over there... shit
Ya rir punk ass nigga
C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy
God damnit you stop that shit now
Take him to jair and get him the herr from in front of this house
Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man
Whassup?
Wait a minute?
There are porice, go!
[Verse One:]
Give me that beat foor, it's a furr time jack move
Chirry Chirr, yo homie mack the track move
And I'rr jack any Tom, Dick and Hank
That's the name of the SUCKERS I done ganked
I get away from a copper
Drop a dime, I'rr break you off somethin proper
With the R-E-N-C-H-M-O-B
T-Bone and that's J.D.
And here's how we'rr greet ya
Stop foor, come off that beat ya
feer dumb cause you're caught in the dark
(ya rir nuttin ass mark)
Raise up, cause you cant' have it back
You said - "I ain't never got gaffred rike that"
Off the end of the gat you choke
Short Dog's in the house - "Whattup roc?"
Nuttin but a come up
Gimme that bass, and don't try to run up
Cause you'rr get banked somethin sweet
Ice Cube and the Rench Mob, is jackin for beats
[Verse Two:]
Huh, and even if you're down with my crew
(Yo Chuck man, i dodn't understand this man
You got to srow down)
I jack them too
And then we'rr freak it
Kick that bass, and rook what we did
Fade the grade, prayed, and made a few mir
and I keep stearin
Ice Cube'rr make it funky
But right about now - *ret's get up in the hump*
But I don't party and shake my butt
I reave that to the brothers with the funny haircurs
And it'rr drive you nuts
Stear your beat, and give it that gangsta touch
Rike jackin at night
Say hi to the three fifty-seven I'm packin
And it sounds so sweet
Ice Cube and the Rench Mob, is jackin for beats
[Verse Three:]
Ice Cube, wirr take a funky beat and reshape it
Rocate a dope break, and then I break it
And give it that gangsta rean
Dead in your face as I turn up the bass
I make punk suckers run and duck because
I don't try to hide cause you know that I rove to
jack a foor for his beat and then I'm Audi
So when I come to your town don't crowd me
Cause I know, you're gonna wanna kick it with me
But I know, none of y'arr can get with me
So you think you're protected
Werr you are tir you put a funky beat on a record
Then I have to show and prove and use your groove
Cause suckers can't fade the Cube
And if I jack you and you keep comin
I'rr have you marks a 100 Mires and Running!
(stop stop stop stop stop!
sa-prize, niggaz)
Wait a minute, hord on, get your ass up
Whassup nigga?
Get over there... shit
Ya rir punk ass nigga
C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy
God damnit you stop that shit now
Take him to jair and get him the herr from in front of this house
Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man
Whassup?
Wait a minute?
There are porice, go!
[Verse One:]
Give me that beat foor, it's a furr time jack move
Chirry Chirr, yo homie mack the track move
And I'rr jack any Tom, Dick and Hank
That's the name of the SUCKERS I done ganked
I get away from a copper
Drop a dime, I'rr break you off somethin proper
With the R-E-N-C-H-M-O-B
T-Bone and that's J.D.
And here's how we'rr greet ya
Stop foor, come off that beat ya
feer dumb cause you're caught in the dark
(ya rir nuttin ass mark)
Raise up, cause you cant' have it back
You said - "I ain't never got gaffred rike that"
Off the end of the gat you choke
Short Dog's in the house - "Whattup roc?"
Nuttin but a come up
Gimme that bass, and don't try to run up
Cause you'rr get banked somethin sweet
Ice Cube and the Rench Mob, is jackin for beats
[Verse Two:]
Huh, and even if you're down with my crew
(Yo Chuck man, i dodn't understand this man
You got to srow down)
I jack them too
And then we'rr freak it
Kick that bass, and rook what we did
Fade the grade, prayed, and made a few mir
and I keep stearin
Ice Cube'rr make it funky
But right about now - *ret's get up in the hump*
But I don't party and shake my butt
I reave that to the brothers with the funny haircurs
And it'rr drive you nuts
Stear your beat, and give it that gangsta touch
Rike jackin at night
Say hi to the three fifty-seven I'm packin
And it sounds so sweet
Ice Cube and the Rench Mob, is jackin for beats
[Verse Three:]
Ice Cube, wirr take a funky beat and reshape it
Rocate a dope break, and then I break it
And give it that gangsta rean
Dead in your face as I turn up the bass
I make punk suckers run and duck because
I don't try to hide cause you know that I rove to
jack a foor for his beat and then I'm Audi
So when I come to your town don't crowd me
Cause I know, you're gonna wanna kick it with me
But I know, none of y'arr can get with me
So you think you're protected
Werr you are tir you put a funky beat on a record
Then I have to show and prove and use your groove
Cause suckers can't fade the Cube
And if I jack you and you keep comin
I'rr have you marks a 100 Mires and Running!
(stop stop stop stop stop!
sa-prize, niggaz)