Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted, artist - Ice Cube. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted |
| A nigga that’s livin in the city of the criminal zone |
| One-time can’t keep the law in order |
| cos everybody’s goin crazy for a quarter |
| You’re tuned in to the number one crew in the area |
| The way I’m talkin I’m scarin ya |
| I’m darin ya to raise hell and bail and brag and sag |
| or beat down for ya flag |
| Cos if you is or you ain’t a gangbanger |
| Keep one in the chamber |
| Cos you’ll get them thangs put on ya son |
| Ice Cube has got the 4−1-1 |
| All the ol' school house fellows are crooks |
| So I get jealous looks |
| They keep thinkin did my hair grow? |
| Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube? |
| Hell no, I’ll static son, you’ll see it’s okay |
| I keep my 9 anyway |
| for the day one of my homies wanna squab |
| I’m still rollin wit The Lench Mob |
| (AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted) |
| Back in the day I dip my shirt in dirt |
| Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes people got hurt |
| But if you know me, you know that I’m liable |
| to bust a cap cos it’s all about survival of the fittest |
| I’m a menace crook |
| I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book |
| From the shit I took from people |
| I reap all your fat shit, jack |
| Back to the criminals sect |
| I leave crew after crew but they can’t catch me yet |
| Cos I’m slick as slippery |
| They can’t get wit me, cops ain’t shit to me |
| I can’t dig a pig so I drop the dogs |
| and sweat em like sweathogs |
| and get mad, mad cos I’m the nigga that flaunt it |
| AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted |
| Aiyo, here’s what the poster read: |
| 'Ice Cube is wanted dead' |
| That’s all it said |
| I put heads to bed and fled the scene wit all the green |
| Hear shots and si-reens |
| When I feet first they yo' rings, now they my rings |
| So give it up punk and then I just |
| put another jack in progress |
| It’s the American way |
| cos I’m the G-A-N-G-S-T-A |
| Ice Cube — a motherfuckin clepto |
| and tried to catch the early bird but they slept, so |
| who gets the worm? |
| And if I’m caught in a trap |
| you know I’ma beat the wack |
| with a payoff, cop gotta lay off |
| FBI on my dick, stay off! |
| I’m not a rebel or a renegade on a quest |
| I’m a nigga with a 'S' on his chest |
| so get the Kryptonite cos I’m a rip tonight |
| Cos I’m scarin ya, wanted by America |
| (Aiyo Cube man, they on your ass) |
| Word, but who the fuck has heard? |
| It’s time to take a trip to the suburbs |
| Let em see a nigga invasion |
| Point blank for the caucasian |
| Cock the hammer then crackle, smile |
| Take me to your house, pal |
| Got to the house, my pockets got fat, see |
| Crack the safe, got the money and the jewellry |
| Three weeks later, I’m at the P-A-D |
| Had a little fly ass bitch wit me |
| Sittin in a dig, yo it couldn’t be |
| (Whattup G?) Saw my face on TV |
| Damn (oh shit!) I didn’t know I lucked out |
| Struck out, I gotta get the fuck out |
| Pack my bags and tried to hit the dough when |
| the ol' bitch down the street must’ve turned me in |
| Cos the feds was out there ten deep |
| I got hassled and gaffled in the back seat |
| I think back when I was robbin my own kind |
| The police didn’t pay it no mind |
| But when I start robbin the white folks |
| Now I’m in the pen wit the soap-on-a-rope |
| I said it before and I’ll still taught it |
| Every motherfucker with a colour is most wanted |