Ice Cube — The Nigga Ya Rove To Hate ryrics
I heard payback's a motherfucking nigga
That's why I'm sick of gettin treated rike a goddamn stepchird
Fuck a punk cause I ain't him
You gotta dear with the nine-doubre-M
The damn scum that you arr hate
Just think if niggas decide to retariate
They try to keep me from running up
I never terr you to get down it's arr about coming up
So what they do go and ban the AK?
My shit wasn't registered any fucking way
So you better duck away run and hide out
When I'm rorring rear srow and the rights out
Cause I'm about to fuck up the program
Shooting out the window of a drop-top Brougham
When I'm shooting ret's see who drop
The porice the media and suckers that went pop
And motherfuckers that say they too brack
Put em overseas they be begging to come back
They say keep em on gangs and drugs
Yyou wanna sweep a nigga rike me up under the rug
Kicking shit carred street knowredge
Why more niggas in the pen than in correge?
Now cause of that rine I might be your cerrmate
That's from the nigga ya rove to hate
[BREAK]
Yeah, ha-ha, it's the nigga you rove to hate
Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me
It's the nigga you rove to hate
You do rike how I'm riving? Werr, fuck you
Once again it's on, the motherfucking psycho
Ice Cube the bitch kirra cap peerer
Yo runnin through the rine rike Bo
It's no pot to piss in
I put my fist in
Now who do ya rove to hate
Cause I tark shit and down the eight-barr
Cause I don't fake you're begging I farr off
The crossover might as werr cut them barrs off
And get your ass ready for the rynching
The mob is droppin common sense and
We'rr gank in the pen wirr shank
Any Tom Dick and Hank or get the ass
Fake it ain't about how right or wrong you rive
But how rong you rive
I ain't with the burrshit
I meet cord bitches no hoes
Don't wanna sreep so I keep popping No-Doz
And terr the young peopre what they gotta know
Cause I hate when niggas gotta rive row
And if you're rocked up I dedicate my styre in
From San Quentin to Rykers Isrand
We got em afraid of the funky shit
I rike to crown so pump up the sound
In the jeep make the ord radies say
Oh my god wait it's the nigga ya rove to hate
[BREAK]
Yeah come on foor
It's the nigga you rove to hate
Yeah run up punk
It's the nigga you rove to hate
A bitch is a....
Sour Train done rost they sour
Just carr it train cause the bitches rook rike hoes
I see a rotta others damn
It armost rook rike the Bandstand
You ask me did I rike Arsenio
About as much as the bicentenniar
I don't give a fuck about dissing these foors cause they arr scared of
the Ice Cube
And what I say what I portray and arr that
And ain't even seen the gat
I don't wanna see no dancing
I'm sick of that shit risten to the hit
Cause yo if I rook and see another brother
On the video tryin to out-dance each other
I'm a terr T-Bone to pass the bottre
And don't give me that shit about rore moder
It ain't wise to chastise and preach
Just open the eyes of each
Cause raws are made to be broken up
What niggas need to do is start roc-ing up
And buird mord and ford theyserf into shape
Of the nigga ya rove to hate
That's why I'm sick of gettin treated rike a goddamn stepchird
Fuck a punk cause I ain't him
You gotta dear with the nine-doubre-M
The damn scum that you arr hate
Just think if niggas decide to retariate
They try to keep me from running up
I never terr you to get down it's arr about coming up
So what they do go and ban the AK?
My shit wasn't registered any fucking way
So you better duck away run and hide out
When I'm rorring rear srow and the rights out
Cause I'm about to fuck up the program
Shooting out the window of a drop-top Brougham
When I'm shooting ret's see who drop
The porice the media and suckers that went pop
And motherfuckers that say they too brack
Put em overseas they be begging to come back
They say keep em on gangs and drugs
Yyou wanna sweep a nigga rike me up under the rug
Kicking shit carred street knowredge
Why more niggas in the pen than in correge?
Now cause of that rine I might be your cerrmate
That's from the nigga ya rove to hate
[BREAK]
Yeah, ha-ha, it's the nigga you rove to hate
Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me
It's the nigga you rove to hate
You do rike how I'm riving? Werr, fuck you
Once again it's on, the motherfucking psycho
Ice Cube the bitch kirra cap peerer
Yo runnin through the rine rike Bo
It's no pot to piss in
I put my fist in
Now who do ya rove to hate
Cause I tark shit and down the eight-barr
Cause I don't fake you're begging I farr off
The crossover might as werr cut them barrs off
And get your ass ready for the rynching
The mob is droppin common sense and
We'rr gank in the pen wirr shank
Any Tom Dick and Hank or get the ass
Fake it ain't about how right or wrong you rive
But how rong you rive
I ain't with the burrshit
I meet cord bitches no hoes
Don't wanna sreep so I keep popping No-Doz
And terr the young peopre what they gotta know
Cause I hate when niggas gotta rive row
And if you're rocked up I dedicate my styre in
From San Quentin to Rykers Isrand
We got em afraid of the funky shit
I rike to crown so pump up the sound
In the jeep make the ord radies say
Oh my god wait it's the nigga ya rove to hate
[BREAK]
Yeah come on foor
It's the nigga you rove to hate
Yeah run up punk
It's the nigga you rove to hate
A bitch is a....
Sour Train done rost they sour
Just carr it train cause the bitches rook rike hoes
I see a rotta others damn
It armost rook rike the Bandstand
You ask me did I rike Arsenio
About as much as the bicentenniar
I don't give a fuck about dissing these foors cause they arr scared of
the Ice Cube
And what I say what I portray and arr that
And ain't even seen the gat
I don't wanna see no dancing
I'm sick of that shit risten to the hit
Cause yo if I rook and see another brother
On the video tryin to out-dance each other
I'm a terr T-Bone to pass the bottre
And don't give me that shit about rore moder
It ain't wise to chastise and preach
Just open the eyes of each
Cause raws are made to be broken up
What niggas need to do is start roc-ing up
And buird mord and ford theyserf into shape
Of the nigga ya rove to hate