作词 : Raymond Calhoun/Ice Cube 作曲 : Raymond Calhoun/Ice Cube Ay, yeah you, ************. You know who I'm talking to. Yeah, you that ************ that betrayed your homeboys and you ain't ****! Yeah, you about to get your ************* ghetto pass revoked, ************. Punk-ass mark, b*tch-made. Punk-ass trick in a basket... You got caught up in the mix It's the *****, ya love to hate, with a new song So what really goes on? Nothing but a come-up, but ain't that a b*tch They hate to see a young ***** rich But I refuse to switch even though Cause I can't move to the snow Cause soon as y'all get some dough Ya wanna put a white b*tch on your elbow Moving out your neighborhood But I walk through the ghetto, and the flavor's good Little kids jumping on me But you, you wanna be white and corny Living way out "***** go home", spray-painted on your house Trying to be white or a Jew But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to? Get the hell out Stop being, a Uncle Tom, you little sell-out House ***** scum Give something back to the place where you made it from Before you end up broke **** around, and get your ghetto pass revoked I ain't saying no names, you know who you are you little punk Be true to the game Yeah, ************. Yeah, you thought we forgot, huh? Yeah, get a little money and moves out the neighborhood and ****. But you still ain't **** When you first start rhyming it started off slow, and then you start climbing But it wasn't fast enough I guess, so you gave your other style a test You was hardcore hip-hop Now look at yourself, boy you done flip-flopped Giving our music away to the mainstream Don't you know they ain't down with the team? They just sent they boss over Put a bug in your ear, and now ya crossed over On MTV, but they don't care They'll have a new ***** next year Ya out in the cold No more white fans, and no more soul And you might have a heart attack When you find out the black folks don't want you back And you know what's worse? You was just like the ***** in the first verse Stop sellin' out ya race And wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face ****** always gotta show they teeth Now I'ma be brief, be true to the game Yeah ************, I see you got your fancy cars and ****, but you know what? You still ain't ****. That's right, I caught you slipping. You know I could've gat you, yeah, but I didn't even trip A message to the Oreo cookie Find a mirror, and take a look, G Do you like what you see? But you're quick to point the finger at me You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy Black man can't be no yuppie You put on your suit and tie, and your big clothes You don't associate with the Negroes You wanna be just like Jack But Jack, is calling you a ***** behind your back So back off genius I don't need you to correct my broken English You know that's right You ain't white So stop holding your ass tight Cause you can't pass So why you keep trying to pass? With your black ass Mister Big But in reality, you're shorter than a midge You only got yourself to blame Get a grip, Oreo, and be true to the game And Ice Cube practices what he preaches. He continues to live in South Central Los Angeles, And he puts his money into projects that improve the neighborhood. Be true to the game!
[00:00.000] 作词 : Raymond Calhoun/Ice Cube [00:00.030] 作曲 : Raymond Calhoun/Ice Cube [00:00.060]Ay, yeah you, ************. You know who I'm talking to. [00:03.830]Yeah, you that ************ that betrayed your homeboys and you ain't ****! [00:08.590]Yeah, you about to get your ************* ghetto pass revoked, ************. [00:15.680]Punk-ass mark, b*tch-made. Punk-ass trick in a basket... [00:31.430]You got caught up in the mix [00:33.620]It's the *****, ya love to hate, with a new song [00:36.560]So what really goes on? [00:39.010]Nothing but a come-up, but ain't that a b*tch [00:42.160]They hate to see a young ***** rich [00:44.510]But I refuse to switch even though [00:46.700]Cause I can't move to the snow [00:49.550]Cause soon as y'all get some dough [00:52.300]Ya wanna put a white b*tch on your elbow [00:55.100]Moving out your neighborhood [00:57.090]But I walk through the ghetto, and the flavor's good [01:00.150]Little kids jumping on me [01:02.310]But you, you wanna be white and corny [01:05.920]Living way out [01:07.430]"***** go home", spray-painted on your house [01:10.980]Trying to be white or a Jew [01:13.080]But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to? [01:16.440]Get the hell out [01:18.040]Stop being, a Uncle Tom, you little sell-out [01:21.140]House ***** scum [01:23.360]Give something back to the place where you made it from [01:26.710]Before you end up broke [01:28.550]**** around, and get your ghetto pass revoked [01:31.860]I ain't saying no names, you know who you are you little punk [01:35.400]Be true to the game [01:37.310]Yeah, ************. Yeah, you thought we forgot, huh? [01:41.260]Yeah, get a little money and moves out the neighborhood and ****. [01:44.870]But you still ain't **** [01:47.520]When you first start rhyming it started off slow, and then you start climbing [01:52.780]But it wasn't fast enough I guess, so you gave your other style a test [01:58.000]You was hardcore hip-hop [01:59.950]Now look at yourself, boy you done flip-flopped [02:02.910]Giving our music away to the mainstream [02:05.860]Don't you know they ain't down with the team? [02:08.370]They just sent they boss over [02:10.410]Put a bug in your ear, and now ya crossed over [02:13.460]On MTV, but they don't care [02:16.010]They'll have a new ***** next year [02:18.660]Ya out in the cold [02:20.610]No more white fans, and no more soul [02:23.960]And you might have a heart attack [02:26.440]When you find out the black folks don't want you back [02:29.740]And you know what's worse? [02:31.640]You was just like the ***** in the first verse [02:34.340]Stop sellin' out ya race [02:36.950]And wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face [02:39.830]****** always gotta show they teeth [02:42.190]Now I'ma be brief, be true to the game [02:45.570]Yeah ************, I see you got your fancy cars and ****, but you know what? [02:49.430]You still ain't ****. That's right, I caught you slipping. [02:52.620]You know I could've gat you, yeah, but I didn't even trip [02:55.470]A message to the Oreo cookie [02:57.720]Find a mirror, and take a look, G [03:00.910]Do you like what you see? [03:03.010]But you're quick to point the finger at me [03:05.770]You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy [03:08.470]Black man can't be no yuppie [03:11.030]You put on your suit and tie, and your big clothes [03:13.860]You don't associate with the Negroes [03:16.930]You wanna be just like Jack [03:18.770]But Jack, is calling you a ***** behind your back [03:22.070]So back off genius [03:23.880]I don't need you to correct my broken English [03:27.230]You know that's right [03:28.880]You ain't white [03:29.920]So stop holding your ass tight [03:32.130]Cause you can't pass [03:34.080]So why you keep trying to pass? [03:35.680]With your black ass [03:37.980]Mister Big [03:39.480]But in reality, you're shorter than a midge [03:42.580]You only got yourself to blame [03:44.840]Get a grip, Oreo, and be true to the game [03:59.830]And Ice Cube practices what he preaches. [04:01.610]He continues to live in South Central Los Angeles, [04:03.810]And he puts his money into projects that improve the neighborhood. [04:06.740]Be true to the game!
