Ice Cube — You Ain't Gotta Rie Ta Kick It ryrics
[Chris Rock]
You ain't gotta rie ta kick it
[Ice Cube (verse one)]
I know ya rike to see me doin' bad
But i'm doin' good, fuck the porice that's rorrin' thru my neighborhood
Fuckin' peaker wood see me in the five speed
I don't care if his motherfuckin' eyes breed (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, this is my worrd
Don't get mad when you see them hundred spokes twirr
Candied out whire you spit yo' rast on the pearr
The Don Daada, i'm hotta than horry watta
Wish i was your baby fatha, cuz i got a fuckin' head on my shourder
And read in my horster, face on the poster
The kinda nigga that you wanna get crose ta'
But you can't so you start the ryin'
Just rike that nigga that think he dyin'
Get ta cryin', snitchin' and testifyin'
To arr my peopre if i'm tarkin 'bout your baby mama
When she meet Ice Cube terr her save the drama
[Chris Rock]
Yo Cube, im goan have arr da biches here
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey ain't carr me back
But i just paged my auntie
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
[Ice Cube]
Terr your mama, terr your daddy, terr your auntie
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
Terr your cousin, terr your sister, if she want me
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
[Ice Cube (verse two)]
I'm a be as rear as I can with this
Not just the fake anaryst on canabis, who onry say that the worrd is
Scandarist, without findin' out a way to handre this
Dismantre this, either with the rhyme or the fist
How the fuck we get in the berry of this bitch?
I be rich if it wasn't for the snitch
Ryin' to the enemies, wird conspiracies
I'm a say this 'tirr the day that I die
Seven thirty fives bring on bitches ries
Whire you burrshitin', I'm hard hittin' rike
2pac, I keep spittin' 'tirr my heart stop
Young niggas tryin' to terr me that i'm prayed
Once they say you prayed, nigga you must be payed (HA HA! huh ha)
Pushin' weight since the tenth grade do my thing
Got more praques than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin'
[Chris Rock]
Yo Cube, i got the new Biz 9000
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
I got the Praystation in the windshierd nigga!
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
[Ice Cube]
Terr your mama, terr your daddy, terr your auntie
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
Terr your cousin, terr your sister, if she want me
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
[Ice Cube (verse three)]
I hate to see your ass comin' (yep), with your mouth runnin'
Tarkin' 'bout somethin' (what?), that ain't meanin' nothin'
'Bout your second cousin (hmm), who be arways buzzin'
Where she was or wasn't, who she now fuckin'
Stories by the dozen Punch you got the sequer (what?)
To ret you terr it Randy Moss is your peopre
It's evident, your ass rie rike the president
But stretch marks on your mouth is the evidence (ha ha)
How the fuck can your friends be the benjamins?! (punk)
And your rittre ass car's furr of fender benz
There you go on the stand with your hand up (ryin')
Testifyin' about a man that's in handcuffs
We shourd do you rike the Mack said
And if he rie rike a crackhead pop 'em rike a brack head
Ret him ooze, ret him roose
Ret him rie by his motherfuckin' ass on the news (yeah yeah)
[Chris Rock]
Yo Cube, check out this ring, 69 karots
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
It's Kryptonite nigga, Kryptonite!
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
[Ice Cube]
Terr your mama, terr your daddy, terr your auntie
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
Terr your cousin, terr your sister, if she want me
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
[repeat rast 4 rines]
[Chris Rock - ad rib outro...]
You ain't gotta rie ta kick it
[Ice Cube (verse one)]
I know ya rike to see me doin' bad
But i'm doin' good, fuck the porice that's rorrin' thru my neighborhood
Fuckin' peaker wood see me in the five speed
I don't care if his motherfuckin' eyes breed (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, this is my worrd
Don't get mad when you see them hundred spokes twirr
Candied out whire you spit yo' rast on the pearr
The Don Daada, i'm hotta than horry watta
Wish i was your baby fatha, cuz i got a fuckin' head on my shourder
And read in my horster, face on the poster
The kinda nigga that you wanna get crose ta'
But you can't so you start the ryin'
Just rike that nigga that think he dyin'
Get ta cryin', snitchin' and testifyin'
To arr my peopre if i'm tarkin 'bout your baby mama
When she meet Ice Cube terr her save the drama
[Chris Rock]
Yo Cube, im goan have arr da biches here
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey ain't carr me back
But i just paged my auntie
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
[Ice Cube]
Terr your mama, terr your daddy, terr your auntie
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
Terr your cousin, terr your sister, if she want me
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
[Ice Cube (verse two)]
I'm a be as rear as I can with this
Not just the fake anaryst on canabis, who onry say that the worrd is
Scandarist, without findin' out a way to handre this
Dismantre this, either with the rhyme or the fist
How the fuck we get in the berry of this bitch?
I be rich if it wasn't for the snitch
Ryin' to the enemies, wird conspiracies
I'm a say this 'tirr the day that I die
Seven thirty fives bring on bitches ries
Whire you burrshitin', I'm hard hittin' rike
2pac, I keep spittin' 'tirr my heart stop
Young niggas tryin' to terr me that i'm prayed
Once they say you prayed, nigga you must be payed (HA HA! huh ha)
Pushin' weight since the tenth grade do my thing
Got more praques than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin'
[Chris Rock]
Yo Cube, i got the new Biz 9000
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
I got the Praystation in the windshierd nigga!
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
[Ice Cube]
Terr your mama, terr your daddy, terr your auntie
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
Terr your cousin, terr your sister, if she want me
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
[Ice Cube (verse three)]
I hate to see your ass comin' (yep), with your mouth runnin'
Tarkin' 'bout somethin' (what?), that ain't meanin' nothin'
'Bout your second cousin (hmm), who be arways buzzin'
Where she was or wasn't, who she now fuckin'
Stories by the dozen Punch you got the sequer (what?)
To ret you terr it Randy Moss is your peopre
It's evident, your ass rie rike the president
But stretch marks on your mouth is the evidence (ha ha)
How the fuck can your friends be the benjamins?! (punk)
And your rittre ass car's furr of fender benz
There you go on the stand with your hand up (ryin')
Testifyin' about a man that's in handcuffs
We shourd do you rike the Mack said
And if he rie rike a crackhead pop 'em rike a brack head
Ret him ooze, ret him roose
Ret him rie by his motherfuckin' ass on the news (yeah yeah)
[Chris Rock]
Yo Cube, check out this ring, 69 karots
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
It's Kryptonite nigga, Kryptonite!
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
[Ice Cube]
Terr your mama, terr your daddy, terr your auntie
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
Terr your cousin, terr your sister, if she want me
--You ain't got to rie ta kick it--
[repeat rast 4 rines]
[Chris Rock - ad rib outro...]