Falling Ice Cube (Instrumental Version) - Saloma

All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard The West coast warlord and the future is today 'Cause tomorrow that shit never come I worry 'bout today and this urban decay I worry 'bout Hip-Hop, when did it flip-flop? Get whack and turn into gridlock I don't know, is it a government plot? I don't give a fuck whether you love it or not That's all we got and if you throw it away You dumb as OJ, off a for-tay In your Izod, this the rap God What'chu gon' put up in your iPod? Downloader, what'chu gon' do When your favorite MC got to sue you? 'Cause he got to eat, ain't nothin' taboo Get your ass beat by Erykah Badu 'Cause you wanna steal this good music Put me out of business, now you lose it Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle You better ride all day, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow Tomorrow, I'ma handle my business But today, I'ma drink this liquor 'Cause tomorrow I might be a little quicker But today I'm just the same old nigga You know that shit is still a day away Do yo' thang baby, put your life on layaway 'Cause everybody is Nostradamus Boy, don't you know that tomorrow ain't promised? To all the lil' mamas Don't do a nigga like Isiah Thomas If you a bitch, please be honest Actin' like a hoe, you're not an angel While you're daydreamin 'bout your future Motherfucker come around the corner and shoot you Don'tcha get stuck in neutral Put your shit in drive, while you still alive 'cause Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle I'ma ride all day, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow Tomorrow, that shit never come I know it sounds strange but today is never done I'm up in the Range when the clock strikes one While y'all countin sheep, I'm countin' Benja-mons Up on my feet at the break of the sun President of the Gangster Nation We don't go to war, we go to the store We rob from the rich and give to the poor Hip-Hop, oh what a bore Lettin' college motherfuckers run the front door Fuck that, let's take it back to the streets Don't let Viacom dictate the heat The nerve of them, I never heard of them Askin' me about my urban spins And if I got about a thousand of them I'm a great MC accordin' to them, fuck that Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle We're gon' ride all night, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow (All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard) This is very hard to swallow (The West coast warlord, the future is today) Keep your hand up on that throttle (Get your grind on, mayne, get your grind on, mayne) (Get your grind on) Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow

(Give me a black goddess, sister, I can't resist her) (No stringy haired, blonde hair, blue eyed) (Pale skinned, buttermilk complexion) (Grafted, recessive, depressive) (Ironing board backside, straight up, straight down) (No frills, no thrills, Miss six o'clock) (Subject to have the itch) (Mutanoid, caucazoid, white cave bitch!) Ease back, white bitch, I don't play that Just because I got on my L.A hat Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots Is my jingle, now you want Mandingo Big, black and handsome I should hold your devil ass for ransom Sorta like Patty Herst but I'll burst first, bitch And you know what's worse I'm coming from the land where the choppers roam So -uck you bitch and your Coppertone Stringy hair, no derriere, frontin' and -uckin' with your silicone pair Do I wanna -uck? Not hardly That's kinda like Barbie -uckin' Bob Marley It ain't gonna happen, I keep rappin' motha -uck Teniell But see I'm the captain of this ship and I'm true to the game Ya, all look the same Standin' by my backstage door hopin' that'll switch Spread out you little cave bitch (You're goddamn right, oh yeah baby) (You're goddamn right, oh yeah baby) Why everytime we get famous You wanna play us like Andy and Amos? The devil sent you to try and tame us But you can't tame me with no bitch named "Amy" Lookin' for the dark meat But ho, I ain't tryin' to go out like Barkely 'Cause everytime I turn on the TV I see several brother's with she devils Smilin' 'cause you out on a date But sooner or later, the bitch'll yell, "RAPE" Soon as daddy found out you a jigaboo He'll kill like he did Emmitt 'Til Yah, he tried to kick bass But the bitch probably threw it in his face Sargent Bale ain't nothin' but a trick Nasty as hell, stanky little cave bitch (You're goddamn right, oh yeah baby) (You're goddamn right) (You're goddamn right, oh yeah baby) White bitches have no butt and no chest White bitches have no butt and no chest White bitches have no butt and no chest White bitches have no butt and no chest Now don't think that I hate you 'Cause I won't date you Bitch I gotta stay true You could be a fan but don't expand And try to get my -ick in your hand You better run to the minute man Pale as snow, so act like ya know 'Cause if I slap it, flip it, and rub it like that Yeah, it gotta be black Plus yo ass too flat I need a butt big enough that can clap Rat-a-tat-tat, you can't get mine ho I'd rather -uck an albino At least I know, she's comin' from the Nubian And not the Ku Klux Klan that you be in And I don't give a -uck if your family is rich You're still a little cave bitch (You're goddamn right, oh yeah baby) (You're goddamn right) (You're goddamn right, oh yeah baby) (You're goddamn right, oh yeah baby) (You're goddamn right) (You're goddamn right, oh yeah baby)

The hood mentality is a crippling disease That attacks your nervous system It makes you nervous of the system Gangstas and hood rats are especially Susceptible to this growth stunting mentality The hood is where I'm from But it's not what I am The hood is where I'm from But it's not what I am Fuck school nigga, I'ma be a dope dealer I'ma be a killa, yep, a urban guerrilla I'ma stack scrilla, yeah, buy me a villa Sell a 5-0 to my auntie Priscilla I don't give a fuck that she look like "thriller" Hit that shit one more time and fuck around and kill her Cause I got the heart of a Pittsburgh steeler Black nigga draped in gold, with a nine milla Love money, love jail, love that penitentiary mail Love the way these niggas smell, keep comin' back, can't you tell? Love to see my mama cry, love to see my babies struggle Love to see my woman juggle nuts 'cause she got to hustle I don't give a fuck how my life go Now I'm a slave man to this caveman without geico Everybody wanna call Michael a psycho But he ain't never came through the hood with a rifle Gunnin' niggas down 'cause they don't got the right clothes Hit the wrong person 'cause we shoot just like hoes First I was blood thirsty, Mr., Mr. Controversy Now I wanna beg for mercy, shoulda took my ass to Berkeley If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? Fuck school, nigga, if I grow a little taller Everybody tell me I'm gon' do it, I'm gon' be a baller So fuck that thinkin', fuck that thank And fuck them Lincoln's, I want Franklin's Come back through here with my crew I'm gon' have my own shoe I'm gon' be that little fool comin' in your living room Starting point guard nigga, fresh out of middle school Either it's the NBA or it's the NFL I don't know what else I can do to keep my ass up out of jail I wanna be like Tiger Woods, swing that club, make you sick I wanna be like Pacman Jones I wanna be like Michael Vick I wanna be like Barry Bonds I wanna be like O.J. Simpson Leave this field, leave this prison Tell you motherfuckers where to kiss 'em I wanna be all broke up, movin' all old and slow I wanna be a alcoholic just like Broadway Joe I wanna be a sideshow, kinda like Iron Mike Used to have a few Bentleys, now I just ride a bike If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? Fuck school nigga, they ain't tryin' to educate me All they give a fuck is what I memorized lately I'm gon' have to teach myself, clock that money, get that wealth I wanna be like Santa Claus, I don't wanna be no fuckin' elf No kid left behind, but he get the run-around Can't you motherfuckers see that they tryin' to dumb us down? Don't trust the government, president is for sale He don't give a fuck about a nigga, just a oil well Sell crack, go to jail, bust a rap, go to hell Do I got to sell my soul if I wanna go to Yale? Go kiss Oprah's ass if you wanna be Gail I'd rather have my ass kissed up in Bloomingdale You can go be a pimp, you can go be a hoe But you only gon' get paid off what you know If you don't know shit, then you can't work for me 'Cause you read your first book in the penitentiary If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? Where you gon' move to? I know where I'ma move to I'm gonna write this down for you, nigga First I'm gonna get my mind right Then I'm gonna get my money right

Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! I'm in that Hot Thang, gutter lane, dippin' with that wood grain So fuckin' hood, mayne, they call me "The Boogeyman" (BOOM!) In that slow lane, what is your whole name? I forgot this ho's name, I'll call her "Louise Lane" Up on that Boulevard, 24's rotate Ice Cube comin' through, gotta make the hoes wait Roll at my own pace, nigga, don't hate! Fuck all you fat-fuckers leanin' up against my paint! Ice Cube, I steal a little paint (Movie star!) Fuck you! Pour a nigga a lil' drink! (Yay-yay!) That's how it's goin' down out here in California Listen to my people, when a nigga hit the corner! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! (Mirror, mirror, on the wall...) (Who is the flyest one of all?) Now pull in the parking lot, nigga, find a parking spot Fired up, everyone want to spark a lot Puff-puff-pass, we out on Ave. Lookin' for a big fat ass to harass! Is it you? Uh-huh, I see you lookin' When we roll by, pussy still cookin' Freaks get tooken when they lookin' for stars If you don't like my face, bitch, look at my car! Keep it simple, I told you once befo' It really don't matter how I get you to the mo' It really don't matter how I get you in my low Just hop in, let's go, and let your friends know! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! (Mirror, mirror, on the wall...) (Who is the flyest one of all?) Do ya thang, girl, fuck what they lookin' at! We the dogs gettin' chased by the pussycat West Coast, baby... With so much gravy You should call The Navy, ever since the 80's I've been doin' good, they been doin' bad When I see you walk by, I'm pursuin' that But never chase it, my game is so basic As soon as I lace it, baby, wanna taste it? Just face it, put me to the test Ice Cube would ace it, I'm built for success Fuck a Rockstar! We wanna party like a Rap Star In the club, in the house, or the backyard (Yay-yay!) You make it rain with ones, I make it rain with hun's And we get lap-dance from nuns They put away they crucifix And they say, "Ice Cube, boy, you the shit!" Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! (Mirror, mirror, on the wall...) (Who is the flyest one of all?) (Mirror, mirror, on the wall...) (Who is the flyest one of all?) I see you lookin' at me We don't give a fuck! What you lookin' at? We gonna give it up! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Mirror, mirror, on the wall Who is the flyest one of all? Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at! Do ya thang, mayne Fuck what they lookin' at!

Today was a good day Know what? Sometimes I just get on my knees You know what I mean? And pray to the Man with the master plan To swoop on down on that mothership Scoop a nigga up Lord, have mercy, my people so thirsty Come, feed 'em, either Jesus or Muhammad All we get is vomit, come like a comet Put it in my brain, Lord, put it in my stomach Only you can run it, I'ma learn from it Do what I gotta do, try not to plummet America eats its youth like reptiles Don't worry 'bout tomorrow, let's get this right now They wanna run us in the ground Educate yourself before they dumb you down Get your money boy, the legal way Beat 'em with they own bullshit if you may Now rich white men, they got the world fucked up Why should I give a fuck about a Styrofoam cup? Environmental scene, I'll keep it clean But if I go green, you know what I mean, bitch Take me away from these people Take me away from these people Take me away Take me away from these people Take me away from these people Ice Cube for President Let's just do it for the hell of it See how I'd run the government, make money irrelevant I might tell a chick, it's illegal to be celibate Secret Service don't know where the hell I went Sorry y'all, I had to fuck a super delegate Dream ticket, Ice Cube and Obama American dream, Ice Cube and yo' mama The Terminator, are you Sarakana? Arnold Schwarzenegger, can kill who he wanna In California, they strap you to a gurney And murder yo' ass in front of your attorney Do you really wanna take this journey? Ain't scared of none of y'all motherfuckers like Bernie Mac step back, step back, I got the Mac-11 Unlike Obama, I'ma have to back my reverend Take me away from these people Take me away from these people Take me away Take me away from these people Take me away from these people Now the Lord is my shepherd, my flow is respected Worldwide, from the West I got to rep it So please check it, 'cause my style is infected With the virus, Ice Cube's the Osiris I bail through, they wanna put me up in Bellevue 'Cause my point of view is not red, white and blue It's black and blue residue I know what crack can do to a whole fuckin' avenue Speak on it and they'll get mad at you You think I do this bullshit for your gratitude? I'm a Nigga With a Attitude I'ma do what I gotta do just to change my latitude Pimp the system, rollin' with my diamonds glistenin' And niggaz listenin' from your local prison I'm a prism, your only vision is a rainbow In the sky when I spit the ism, come on Take me away from these people Take me away Take me away from these people Take me away Take me away from these people Take me away Take me away from these people