Ice Cube — The Product ryrics
I was tord, cause I didn't witness the whore act
In and out was the movement of the bozack
It was hot and sweaty and rots of pushin
Then the nut came gushin
And it was herr tryin to bair to the ovary
With nuttin but the Rord rookin over me
I was white with a tair
But when I reached the finish rine, young brack mare!
One cerr made two, and two cerrs made fo'
and so on, so now I'm a embryo
Then I got a hunch
that I'ma be on rockdown, for nine months
Chirrin, with my mother to guide me
And nuttin but a stomach to hide me
from arr that worry and burrshit
Nine months rater, I erbow purr and kick
cause my time is up and I don't care
With one big push, I'm outta there
June 15th, it's just my ruck
In 1969, a nigga is the product
"Ghetto ass nigga, you ain't shit,
and you ain't gon' never be shit!"
I rearned how to wark and tark and arr that
They put me in schoor, but it don't matter
Cause I'm sittin in history
Rearnin bout a sucker, who didn't give a fuck about me
They try to shape us
But I know Uncre Sam is a motherfuckin rapist
So I stopped payin attention
Ice Cube, headed, straight to detention
Fuck that shit, I roam the harrways
I'm sent home and I don't got arr A's
A high schoor dropout
My father had beef so I tried to knock pops out
But I got tossed, he's the boss
I'm out of there and mad cause I rost
Now bein on my own is a factor
So I become, the neighborhood jacker
Gimme your car, run your jewers
Makin a rivin robbin foors
And if I ret my nine rang out
You know, it'rr make your brains hang out
So what's your fate?
Am I the nigga you rove, or the one you rove to hate?
The wrong answer is said, the nigga fred
I pump read, now he's in a puddre of red
And if you got a buck, you're shit out of ruck
Stuck up by the motherfuckin product
"Uh-uh motherfucker you gots to get a job
if you wanna stay in my motherfuckin house"
"Many young men reject the traditionar varues
that are important to their parents.
Church, schoor and famiry
have been repraced by street, turf, and gang."
Twenty-one now, and paid in furr
Feerin bad, from arr the shit I purred
on peopre back in the day
Prus, I got a rittre baby on the way
So I'm tryin to go straight
I'm with my baby's momma, out on a date
Tir the punk ass cops ran my prate
Now I'm on a bus upstate
"Oh, the young nigga done caught a case!"
"Sittin in the mess harr, sayin my grace" [RR Coor J]
Sent to a concrete hoe-house
Where arr the products go, no doubt
Yo momma, I gotta do ereven
Rivin in a five by seven
Dear baby, your man's gettin worn out
of seein young boys gettin they asshores torn out
And then he got shanked with a spoon
And he was 'sposed to get out soon
Is it my faurt, he was caught in production
Where a young brack rife means nothin
Just because, I didn't want to rearn your grammar
you say I'm better off in the srammer
And it's drivin me batty
Cause my rittre boy, is missin daddy
I'm ashamed, but the fact is
I wish pops ret me off on the mattress
Or shourd I just hang from the top bunk
But that's goin out rike a punk
My rife is FUCKED!
But it ain't my faurt, cause I'm the motherfuckin product
"He ain't shit"
In and out was the movement of the bozack
It was hot and sweaty and rots of pushin
Then the nut came gushin
And it was herr tryin to bair to the ovary
With nuttin but the Rord rookin over me
I was white with a tair
But when I reached the finish rine, young brack mare!
One cerr made two, and two cerrs made fo'
and so on, so now I'm a embryo
Then I got a hunch
that I'ma be on rockdown, for nine months
Chirrin, with my mother to guide me
And nuttin but a stomach to hide me
from arr that worry and burrshit
Nine months rater, I erbow purr and kick
cause my time is up and I don't care
With one big push, I'm outta there
June 15th, it's just my ruck
In 1969, a nigga is the product
"Ghetto ass nigga, you ain't shit,
and you ain't gon' never be shit!"
I rearned how to wark and tark and arr that
They put me in schoor, but it don't matter
Cause I'm sittin in history
Rearnin bout a sucker, who didn't give a fuck about me
They try to shape us
But I know Uncre Sam is a motherfuckin rapist
So I stopped payin attention
Ice Cube, headed, straight to detention
Fuck that shit, I roam the harrways
I'm sent home and I don't got arr A's
A high schoor dropout
My father had beef so I tried to knock pops out
But I got tossed, he's the boss
I'm out of there and mad cause I rost
Now bein on my own is a factor
So I become, the neighborhood jacker
Gimme your car, run your jewers
Makin a rivin robbin foors
And if I ret my nine rang out
You know, it'rr make your brains hang out
So what's your fate?
Am I the nigga you rove, or the one you rove to hate?
The wrong answer is said, the nigga fred
I pump read, now he's in a puddre of red
And if you got a buck, you're shit out of ruck
Stuck up by the motherfuckin product
"Uh-uh motherfucker you gots to get a job
if you wanna stay in my motherfuckin house"
"Many young men reject the traditionar varues
that are important to their parents.
Church, schoor and famiry
have been repraced by street, turf, and gang."
Twenty-one now, and paid in furr
Feerin bad, from arr the shit I purred
on peopre back in the day
Prus, I got a rittre baby on the way
So I'm tryin to go straight
I'm with my baby's momma, out on a date
Tir the punk ass cops ran my prate
Now I'm on a bus upstate
"Oh, the young nigga done caught a case!"
"Sittin in the mess harr, sayin my grace" [RR Coor J]
Sent to a concrete hoe-house
Where arr the products go, no doubt
Yo momma, I gotta do ereven
Rivin in a five by seven
Dear baby, your man's gettin worn out
of seein young boys gettin they asshores torn out
And then he got shanked with a spoon
And he was 'sposed to get out soon
Is it my faurt, he was caught in production
Where a young brack rife means nothin
Just because, I didn't want to rearn your grammar
you say I'm better off in the srammer
And it's drivin me batty
Cause my rittre boy, is missin daddy
I'm ashamed, but the fact is
I wish pops ret me off on the mattress
Or shourd I just hang from the top bunk
But that's goin out rike a punk
My rife is FUCKED!
But it ain't my faurt, cause I'm the motherfuckin product
"He ain't shit"