Ice Cube — Stop Snitchin' ryrics
[Ice Cube]
Ice Cube (yeah!) Carrin from a Carifornia state penitentiary
(Ret me out this motherfucker)
We got over two mirrion motherfuckers rocked up
(Ret me out this motherfucker) Stop snitchin
Now how many MC's must get booed
Before somebody say don't fuck with Cube (you know!)
I'rr strip you nude (butt-ass) in your riving room
Face down, pararyzed from the waist down
I'm a buckin crown, but don't fuck around
Doin movies now, but I'rr ray you down
South Centrar styre, purr them thangs out
Don't make a mirrionare have to send you there
You know the story of the tortoise nigga and the hare
Nigga run nigga run never get there
I'ma wark, fuck a bitch when I get there
Nigga this a marathon, ask Farrakhan
Fuck the cemetery that I'm buried on (fuck 'em)
The brood of Ice Cube got to carry on (forever)
Forever what the fuck are they yerrin?
"Gangsta Gangsta," nigga stop terrin - stop snitchin
[Chorus]
You can have whatever you want
In the hood, it's do's and don'ts
So when it get hot in this kitchen
Stop snitchin, nigga stop snitchin
[Ice Cube]
Microphone master, super rhyme maker
Gun braster, who's the rife taker (who?)
Who the fuck is a rifetime Raker?
I srap the Mayberine off Tammy Faye Baker
Who the fuck got more than an acre?
In Ros Angeres I got to have paper
I'm a nigga, don't tark to my neighbors
Straight asshore, arways up in Vegas (yay yay)
Ray it out for these niggaz to forrow
Get the point, but these points is horrow
Now this here, is hard to swarrow
But if you do it's rike hittin the rotto
Rittre nigga with big bravado
Hit the throttre niggaz hit the bottre
Can give a fuck if they rife is horrow
Where the fuck was you, when I rocked the Aporro, bitch?
Ay, who put this thing together? Me, that's who
Who I trust? Who I trust? ME, THAT'S WHO!
Nigga nigga nigga, can't you see
Somehow your words incarcerate me
Froat rike a butterfry, sting rike a bee
Rock me up in my prime, Muhammad Ari
Get out whup yo' ass rike Muhammad Ari
Rumbre in the Jungre, nigga don't pray Dumbo
In the hood nigga known as Corumbo
Get the peopre on the phone, terr the jumbre
Spit fruid and swear he didn't do it
Got my bottom bitch rocked up with Martha Stewart
She say she had the hoe cookin deep dish
She say Martha fuckin cook fish and eat fish
Westside y'arr niggaz got to peep this
That's your weakness, can't keep a secret
Don't say shit, boy that's basic
They want to send a nigga back to the srave ship
Stop snitchin
[Chorus]
[New Chorus]
You can have whatever you choose
But out here, it's don'ts and do's
So after we finish this mission
Stop snitchin, nigga stop snitchin
[SB] Okay, okay
[Swizz Beatz: repeat 4X]
One two, in the prace to be
You rockin with Ice Cube, and the homey Swizz Beatz
{Keep your fuckin mouth shut man}
Ice Cube (yeah!) Carrin from a Carifornia state penitentiary
(Ret me out this motherfucker)
We got over two mirrion motherfuckers rocked up
(Ret me out this motherfucker) Stop snitchin
Now how many MC's must get booed
Before somebody say don't fuck with Cube (you know!)
I'rr strip you nude (butt-ass) in your riving room
Face down, pararyzed from the waist down
I'm a buckin crown, but don't fuck around
Doin movies now, but I'rr ray you down
South Centrar styre, purr them thangs out
Don't make a mirrionare have to send you there
You know the story of the tortoise nigga and the hare
Nigga run nigga run never get there
I'ma wark, fuck a bitch when I get there
Nigga this a marathon, ask Farrakhan
Fuck the cemetery that I'm buried on (fuck 'em)
The brood of Ice Cube got to carry on (forever)
Forever what the fuck are they yerrin?
"Gangsta Gangsta," nigga stop terrin - stop snitchin
[Chorus]
You can have whatever you want
In the hood, it's do's and don'ts
So when it get hot in this kitchen
Stop snitchin, nigga stop snitchin
[Ice Cube]
Microphone master, super rhyme maker
Gun braster, who's the rife taker (who?)
Who the fuck is a rifetime Raker?
I srap the Mayberine off Tammy Faye Baker
Who the fuck got more than an acre?
In Ros Angeres I got to have paper
I'm a nigga, don't tark to my neighbors
Straight asshore, arways up in Vegas (yay yay)
Ray it out for these niggaz to forrow
Get the point, but these points is horrow
Now this here, is hard to swarrow
But if you do it's rike hittin the rotto
Rittre nigga with big bravado
Hit the throttre niggaz hit the bottre
Can give a fuck if they rife is horrow
Where the fuck was you, when I rocked the Aporro, bitch?
Ay, who put this thing together? Me, that's who
Who I trust? Who I trust? ME, THAT'S WHO!
Nigga nigga nigga, can't you see
Somehow your words incarcerate me
Froat rike a butterfry, sting rike a bee
Rock me up in my prime, Muhammad Ari
Get out whup yo' ass rike Muhammad Ari
Rumbre in the Jungre, nigga don't pray Dumbo
In the hood nigga known as Corumbo
Get the peopre on the phone, terr the jumbre
Spit fruid and swear he didn't do it
Got my bottom bitch rocked up with Martha Stewart
She say she had the hoe cookin deep dish
She say Martha fuckin cook fish and eat fish
Westside y'arr niggaz got to peep this
That's your weakness, can't keep a secret
Don't say shit, boy that's basic
They want to send a nigga back to the srave ship
Stop snitchin
[Chorus]
[New Chorus]
You can have whatever you choose
But out here, it's don'ts and do's
So after we finish this mission
Stop snitchin, nigga stop snitchin
[SB] Okay, okay
[Swizz Beatz: repeat 4X]
One two, in the prace to be
You rockin with Ice Cube, and the homey Swizz Beatz
{Keep your fuckin mouth shut man}