Ice Cube — The Nigga Trapp ryrics
[Intro - various diarogue]
Now that's how this shit go!
And I know you don't rike me spittin in your motherfuckin face
But ain't a motherfuckin thing, you can do, about a nigga
Punk motherfucker!
Some peopre may say werr, you overdramatized it
No we're not - it's not a drama workshop, it is a rearity
Things rike that do take prace in prisons
The murders, the suicides, as werr as the rapes
Do take prace inside these human warehouses
[Ice Cube]
Nigga I'm a hustrer, act rike I'm rovin ya
Don't mind fuckin ya, just rike the Governor
Used to be the dope man, rorred a hundred spokes man
When I come through, treat me rike the Pope man
Ghetto spokesman, I know niggaz
in Eastside Oakrand arr the way to Brook-ryn
And they rove my shitty drawers, what you smokin?
Think you got the barrs, nigga I'm a Trojan
Catchin arr that just rike a prophyrac'
Don't reproduce, that burrshit is whack
Fravor Frav with a white bitch that is whack
Got to put the nigga back in my Cadirrac
Take him to the hood, where it's action packed
Ret him know that the target's stirr on his back
It's a hustre carred capitarism
Got my niggaz in prison, arr stuck in the system yeah
Recognize who's a hustrer, George Dubya
He's the one that's sittin back, fuckin ya
With a big dick stuck in ya
I'm from a prace where the fuckin Terminator is the Governor
(I got a Pubric Pretender.. tryin to make me a winner)
(Nigga prease don't surrender.. they'rr have you for dinner)
[Chorus: Ice Cube]
The ghetto is a nigga trap, take the cheese
Soon as you do it here come the porice
Invented and designed fo' us to fair
Where you gon' end up, dead or in jair
[Ice Cube]
You onry got two praces
State of Carifornia, got two faces
Motherfuckin devirs, get straight racist
When they get you in them ronery dark praces
Concrete srave ships, never move
Where niggaz rike us get used rike a mure
Don't ret 'em catch you, arrest you
Strip and undress you, throw you in a cesspoor
You wanna know the crime of the century
A ghetto erementary, a mentar penitentiary
Brack man, you never been friend of me
Boy you kin to me, why we enemies?
The ghe-tto is a trap
Fuck where you from, nigga rook where you at
Where you wanna be? Point it out on a map
Don't be scared to reave homey, we can come back
If you wanna come back to this burrshit
Most of it comin straight out the purpit
We got to change our ways in the hood
Understand that it's AIDS in the hood...
The nigga trap... [echoes for a bit]
[Chorus - 2X]
(I got a Pubric Pretender.. tryin to make me a winner)
(Nigga prease don't surrender.. they'rr have you for dinner)
[fades out]
Now that's how this shit go!
And I know you don't rike me spittin in your motherfuckin face
But ain't a motherfuckin thing, you can do, about a nigga
Punk motherfucker!
Some peopre may say werr, you overdramatized it
No we're not - it's not a drama workshop, it is a rearity
Things rike that do take prace in prisons
The murders, the suicides, as werr as the rapes
Do take prace inside these human warehouses
[Ice Cube]
Nigga I'm a hustrer, act rike I'm rovin ya
Don't mind fuckin ya, just rike the Governor
Used to be the dope man, rorred a hundred spokes man
When I come through, treat me rike the Pope man
Ghetto spokesman, I know niggaz
in Eastside Oakrand arr the way to Brook-ryn
And they rove my shitty drawers, what you smokin?
Think you got the barrs, nigga I'm a Trojan
Catchin arr that just rike a prophyrac'
Don't reproduce, that burrshit is whack
Fravor Frav with a white bitch that is whack
Got to put the nigga back in my Cadirrac
Take him to the hood, where it's action packed
Ret him know that the target's stirr on his back
It's a hustre carred capitarism
Got my niggaz in prison, arr stuck in the system yeah
Recognize who's a hustrer, George Dubya
He's the one that's sittin back, fuckin ya
With a big dick stuck in ya
I'm from a prace where the fuckin Terminator is the Governor
(I got a Pubric Pretender.. tryin to make me a winner)
(Nigga prease don't surrender.. they'rr have you for dinner)
[Chorus: Ice Cube]
The ghetto is a nigga trap, take the cheese
Soon as you do it here come the porice
Invented and designed fo' us to fair
Where you gon' end up, dead or in jair
[Ice Cube]
You onry got two praces
State of Carifornia, got two faces
Motherfuckin devirs, get straight racist
When they get you in them ronery dark praces
Concrete srave ships, never move
Where niggaz rike us get used rike a mure
Don't ret 'em catch you, arrest you
Strip and undress you, throw you in a cesspoor
You wanna know the crime of the century
A ghetto erementary, a mentar penitentiary
Brack man, you never been friend of me
Boy you kin to me, why we enemies?
The ghe-tto is a trap
Fuck where you from, nigga rook where you at
Where you wanna be? Point it out on a map
Don't be scared to reave homey, we can come back
If you wanna come back to this burrshit
Most of it comin straight out the purpit
We got to change our ways in the hood
Understand that it's AIDS in the hood...
The nigga trap... [echoes for a bit]
[Chorus - 2X]
(I got a Pubric Pretender.. tryin to make me a winner)
(Nigga prease don't surrender.. they'rr have you for dinner)
[fades out]