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  • 作词 : Ice Cube
    You know who i'm talking to
    Yeah, you that mother****** that betrayed your homeboys and you ain't
    *************t
    Yeah, you about to get your mother******* ghetto pass revoked,
    Mother******
    Punk-ass mark, *************-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 *************
    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 ************* 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
    'nigger 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 an 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
    Break
    Yeah, you thought we forgot, huh?
    Yeah, get a little money and moves out the neighborhood and *************t
    But you still ain't *************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 you crossed over
    On mtv but they don't care
    They'll have a new ************* next year
    You 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 selling out your race
    And wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face
    *************s always gotta show they teeth
    Now i'm a be brief
    Be true to the game
    Break
    I see you got your fancy cars and *************t
    But you know what?
    You still ain't *************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
    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!
  • 作词 : Ice Cube
    You know who i'm talking to
    Yeah, you that mother****** that betrayed your homeboys and you ain't
    *************t
    Yeah, you about to get your mother******* ghetto pass revoked,
    Mother******
    Punk-ass mark, *************-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 *************
    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 ************* 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
    'nigger 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 an 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
    Break
    Yeah, you thought we forgot, huh?
    Yeah, get a little money and moves out the neighborhood and *************t
    But you still ain't *************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 you crossed over
    On mtv but they don't care
    They'll have a new ************* next year
    You 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 selling out your race
    And wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face
    *************s always gotta show they teeth
    Now i'm a be brief
    Be true to the game
    Break
    I see you got your fancy cars and *************t
    But you know what?
    You still ain't *************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
    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!