作曲 : Stephen Anderson/O'Shea Jackson (ice cube talking) Dear mama, if some people came by the house lookin for me I'm innocent of anything they say i done Now i don't know when i'll be able to write you again But i will be back to california to see you Your son, ice-muther*******-cube. [hook] Keep my hand on my gun cos they got me on the run I swear i didn't do what they say i done (x2) [verse 1] Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, i need a lawyer This ************ named netoia, say they lookin for ya Got to get the ******* out of here (yeah right) This ************ dimmed the lights (*******, spend the night) Bust a quick nut, got to ******* up and gat on Cos this the same street i got shot on So god bless don polla, double-s I gotta holla cos i'm smokin on double breath Freakin, *******z be leakin, information Got the feds seekin, incarceration *******z say my name popped up ************ hop up ******* close the shop up They try to stop em My cash flow leave me asshole neck it Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records ******* gettin skinny eating dinnies Count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties [chorus] Listen, these feds fi************n for this extradition I'm on a mission, ******* em, fight em, dine em, ditch em I gotta kick rocks, can't pick locks Or spend the rest of my life in a ************t-?bath [verse 2] It's so hard to get a room without a credit card It's so hard not to let em know where you are Tried to get a rent a car But he laughed when i showed him cash Had to mash 'fore he called the feds on my ass Went to vegas for the weekend Met a hoe down freakin Hey ************, why you sneakin? Grabbed the paper out her hand Am i the man on the front page? (*******) Same height, same age (click-click) Rap gauge, put it down the g-way Got my hostage suckin sausage on the freeway She say 'let's hear the circle k' Ran inside and made the *******z all pay It's like i hit the lotto outside colorado Brought it there for his wallet and my bottle That's my motto and i gotta warn ya Before i'm through, i'm going back to california (hook) (chorus) [verse 3] My boys utah to illinois Set the poise, so i can infiltrate All fifty states Can't wait till i'm back on my feet Switch and shake this ************ in her sleep Low key you feds can't see me I'm up in d.c. with strike number three Clownin, made a little stock to get a little ****** Now i got *******z bangin and lootin rock I'm going back to cali where it's bound with my strikes Don't give a ******* who's on the ?marin or the mic I should've known when i seen that mother****** in the lobby Looking like he wanna rob me (*******) Federal, don't like no black hetero, ***ual, intellectual Tried to turn me into a vegetable An i'm 'a sue all black and blue When i come to- hand cuff (******* y'all) Big grey bus, scandalous Cos they can't stand us They get excited and i try to fight it (mama) I'm going back to cali to show, extradited (hook) (chorus) (ice cube talking) Hey mama, when y'all send pictures you can't send a polaroid Got to be the regular pictures An' they got us in here puttin' in computer chips or something I don't know. like they playin with us, it's like a game It ain't nuttin' but a game to them mama It's my life
作曲 : Stephen Anderson/O'Shea Jackson (ice cube talking) Dear mama, if some people came by the house lookin for me I'm innocent of anything they say i done Now i don't know when i'll be able to write you again But i will be back to california to see you Your son, ice-muther*******-cube. [hook] Keep my hand on my gun cos they got me on the run I swear i didn't do what they say i done (x2) [verse 1] Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, i need a lawyer This ************ named netoia, say they lookin for ya Got to get the ******* out of here (yeah right) This ************ dimmed the lights (*******, spend the night) Bust a quick nut, got to ******* up and gat on Cos this the same street i got shot on So god bless don polla, double-s I gotta holla cos i'm smokin on double breath Freakin, *******z be leakin, information Got the feds seekin, incarceration *******z say my name popped up ************ hop up ******* close the shop up They try to stop em My cash flow leave me asshole neck it Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records ******* gettin skinny eating dinnies Count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties [chorus] Listen, these feds fi************n for this extradition I'm on a mission, ******* em, fight em, dine em, ditch em I gotta kick rocks, can't pick locks Or spend the rest of my life in a ************t-?bath [verse 2] It's so hard to get a room without a credit card It's so hard not to let em know where you are Tried to get a rent a car But he laughed when i showed him cash Had to mash 'fore he called the feds on my ass Went to vegas for the weekend Met a hoe down freakin Hey ************, why you sneakin? Grabbed the paper out her hand Am i the man on the front page? (*******) Same height, same age (click-click) Rap gauge, put it down the g-way Got my hostage suckin sausage on the freeway She say 'let's hear the circle k' Ran inside and made the *******z all pay It's like i hit the lotto outside colorado Brought it there for his wallet and my bottle That's my motto and i gotta warn ya Before i'm through, i'm going back to california (hook) (chorus) [verse 3] My boys utah to illinois Set the poise, so i can infiltrate All fifty states Can't wait till i'm back on my feet Switch and shake this ************ in her sleep Low key you feds can't see me I'm up in d.c. with strike number three Clownin, made a little stock to get a little ****** Now i got *******z bangin and lootin rock I'm going back to cali where it's bound with my strikes Don't give a ******* who's on the ?marin or the mic I should've known when i seen that mother****** in the lobby Looking like he wanna rob me (*******) Federal, don't like no black hetero, ***ual, intellectual Tried to turn me into a vegetable An i'm 'a sue all black and blue When i come to- hand cuff (******* y'all) Big grey bus, scandalous Cos they can't stand us They get excited and i try to fight it (mama) I'm going back to cali to show, extradited (hook) (chorus) (ice cube talking) Hey mama, when y'all send pictures you can't send a polaroid Got to be the regular pictures An' they got us in here puttin' in computer chips or something I don't know. like they playin with us, it's like a game It ain't nuttin' but a game to them mama It's my life
