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Ice Cube( O'Shea Jackson Sr. )
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The N**** Ya Love to Hate
Lyricist:Steve Arrington, Charles Carter, Jr., George Clinton, Buddy Hank, O'shea Jackson, Roger Parker, Eric Sadler, Garry Shider, David Spradley
I heard payback's a motherfucking nigga That's why I'm sick of gettin' treated like a goddamn stepchild Fuck a punk, 'cause I ain't him You gotta deal with the nine-double-limb
The damn scum that you all hate Just think if niggas decide to retaliate And try to keep me from runnin' up I never tell you to get down, it's all about comin' up
So what they do? Go and ban the A K My shit wasn't registered any fuckin' way So you better duck away, run and hide out When I'm rollin' real slow and the light's out
'Cause I'm about to fuck up the program Shootin' out the window of a drop-top Brougham When I'm shootin' let's see who drop The police, the media and suckers that went pop
And motherfuckers that say they too black Put 'em overseas, they be beggin' to come back They say keep 'em on gangs and drugs You wanna sweep a nigga like me up under the rug
Kickin' shit called street knowledge Why more niggas in the pen than in college? Now 'cause of that line I might be your cellmate That's from the nigga ya love to hate
Fuck you, Ice Cube! Yeah, haha, it's the nigga you love to hate Fuck you, Ice Cube! Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me It's the nigga you love to hate
Yo, you ain't doin' nothin', pops Yo, you ain't doin' nothin', pops for the brothers What you gotta say for yourself? You don't like how I'm livin'? Well, fuck you!
Once again it's on, the motherfuckin' psycho Ice Cube, the bitch killa, cap peeler Yo runnin' through the line like Bo It's no pot to piss in, I put my fist in
Now who do ya love to hate? 'Cause I talk shit and down the eight-ball 'Cause I don't fake, you're beggin' I fall off The crossover, might as well cut them balls off
And get your ass ready for the lynchin' The mob is droppin' common sense and We'll gank in the pen, will shank Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Any Tom, Dick and Hank or get the ass
Fake it ain't about how right or wrong you live And how long you live, I ain't with the bullshit I meet cold bitches, no hoes Don't wanna sleep so I keep poppin' no-doz
And tell the young people what they gotta know 'Cause I hate when niggas gotta live low And if you're locked up, I dedicate my style in From San Quentin to Rykers Island
We got 'em afraid of the funky shit I like to clown, so pump up the sound In the jeep, make the old ladies say 'Oh my God', wait it's the nigga ya love to hate
Fuck you, Ice Cube, yeah come on, fool It's the nigga you love to hate Fuck you, Ice Cube, yeah run up, punk It's the nigga you love to hate
Yo, who the fuck you think you are callin' girls bitches? You ain't all that That's all I hear, bitch, bitch I ain't nobody's bitch, a bitch is a
Soul Train done lost they soul Just call it Train, 'cause the bitches look like hoes I see a lotta others, damn It almost look like a bandstand
You ask me, did I like Arsenio About as much as the Bicentennial I don't give a fuck about dissin' these fools 'Cause they all scared of the Ice Cube
And what I say, what I portray and all that And they ain't even seen the gat I don't wanna see no dancin' I'm sick of that shit, listen to the hit
'Cause yo, if I look and see another brother On the video tryin' to out dance each other I'm a tell T-Bone to pass the bottle And don't give me that shit about role model
It ain't wise to chastise and preach Just open the eyes of each 'Cause laws are made to be broken up What niggas need to do is start lockin' up And build, mold and fold theyself into shape Of the nigga ya love to hate
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