Who's the Mack? - Ice Cube

There's no such thing as a harmless joke There's no such thing as a gentle toke There's no such thing as Panama Jack Who's got the crack? Who's got the crack? Who's got the crack? Who's got the crack? I am a goat in a moat With a boat Who's got the crack? Who's got the crack? Who's got the crack? Who's got the crack? I like it when my hair is poofy I like it when you slip me a roofie I like it when you've got the crack Who's got the crack? Who's got the crack? Who's got the crack? Who's got the crack? I wanna be a hippie But I forgot how to love It's hard to be a garbage man When the sailor stole my glove I wanna be reckless But I'm feeling so uptight Put your mama in a headlock, baby And do it right Who's got the crack? Who's got the crack? Who's got the crack? Who's got the crack? Who's got the crack?

Hey what's you favorite thing in the whole world? Fantastic! Now you tell me how much do you love me? Oh about this much, mmm, heavy Who's your baby Who's the one you love You're the only one for me Who's your baby Who's you dreamin' of You're the only one my eyes can see An' let me say in ev'ry way you're dynamite Do you know how good you really are Please don't let her stray away I pray each night Can't stop now, it's been so good so far Upon opening your eyes when mornin' comes What's the first thing on your mind If you had enough Hey would you give me some And would a thank you to you do you Who's your baby in the morning Who's your baby at night Who do you want when you want Somebody to come and hold you

(Oh, oh, oh) There is no rose without a thorn No rain without the storm(Oh, oh, oh) There is no laughter without tears No wisdom without years (Oh, oh, oh) In a world gone crazy Torn between the roads That we must choose Win or lose If every soul should lose it's way If every face should lose it's name Tell me who's gonna stop the rain? (Oh, oh, oh) (Oh, oh, oh) (Oh, oh, oh) Each day another boy and girl Sets foot into this world (Oh, oh, oh) One reaches out to touch the sky One never learns to fly (Oh, oh, oh) Where is it written in the stone That any child should walk alone Out on their own? If no one tries to end this game Or find a way to ease the pain Tell me who's gonna stop the rain? (Oh, oh, oh) Who's gonna stop the rain? I said, who's gonna stop the rain? Hey, hey, yeah How many rivers must we cross before we learn That the flood is rising high And the bridges all have burned Each time another dream is washed into the sea It's another piece of you It's another piece of me Oh yeah (Oh, oh, oh) Sure as the blood runs through your veins Sure as the falling rain, oh yeah (Oh, oh, oh) We'll taste the tears of each defeat The bitter and the sweet, yeah, oh yeah (Oh, oh, oh) As the days grow colder Wonder if we'll ever see the sun When winter comes, yeah If no one stands to take the weight If no one answers to the blame Tell me who's gonna stop the rain? (Oh, oh, oh) (Oh, oh, oh) (Oh, oh, oh) Who's gonna stop the rain? If every soul should lose it's way If every face should lose it's name If no one tries to end this game Or find a way to ease the pain Who's gonna stop the rain? (Oh, oh, oh) If no one stands to take the weight If no one answers to the blame Tell me who's gonna stop? Who's gonna stop ... the rain? (Oh, oh, oh) (Oh, oh, oh) Who's gonna stop the rain?

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