Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ill-Legal, artist - C.I.A.. Date of issue: 31.12.1986
Song language: English
Ill-Legal |
| Ah yeah |
| Right about now C.I.A. |
| is in effect |
| My name is Dr. Dre their producer |
| And we gon’cold get retarted |
| A little somethin like this |
| All the guys act eerie (why?) I don’t know |
| Cause I am Darryl (but I’m not Joe) |
| Posse 1 to the mic, Ice Cube (that's you) |
| (Kid Dee) that’s me, I’m Posse 2 |
| Sir Jinx is without a doubt Posse 3 |
| 3rd to the cut, boy, evidently |
| Funky fresh, freshly-funky Kid Dee is coldly-coolin |
| And my boys, we bust out on the west cause I am rulin it Schoolin it, boy, and you don’t want none |
| Much like a 808 because my bass hums |
| I am ill gettin iller, Ice Cube is illustratin it A brand new cut, keep the b-boys hatin it Don’t get paid, but that’s alright |
| I got the riches of a king when I hold the mic |
| Ill-legal gettin busy, a strong black villain |
| Ice Cube (Sir Jinx) Kid Dee (what — chillin) |
| Yeah |
| (West Coast style) |
| (The names have been changed to protect the innocent) |
| (Word) |
| Now Ice Cube’s gettin busy, my girls are dizzy |
| Always on the scene with the schoolyard skizzy |
| Posse 2 playin, def rhyme-sayin |
| And at the Snooty Fox is where I’m stayin |
| ???, pizza man-jacking |
| Always in a daze and my mouth keeps yapping |
| Crenshaw dweller, mix tape seller |
| Cute with the loot plus I’m a fresh fella |
| G-g-g-girlie abuser, 8Ball user |
| I hold the title of the Crenshaw cruiser |
| Bark like a beagle, word’s ill-legal |
| Fuck Boy and drive-by Seagal |
| Kool-Aid I guzzle which makes me puzzled |
| Moms on my tip, bought her a new muzzle |
| Ugly girls shakin, miniskirt-takin |
| Ice Cube (oh yeah) Kid Dee’s money-makin |
| (Hold it) |
| (Go) (go) (go) (go) (go) |
| (L.A. is the place) |
| (Ah yeah) |
| (4 and) (3 and) (2 and) (1) (what up) -→Beastie Boys |
| Had the girlies here early morning, all of them fine |
| Pushing and shoving, wasn’t even in line |
| Out here to see me do my thing |
| Car stopped, door opened, out steps the king |
| Buggin and sluggin, to wreck the car |
| You know why, Kid Dee, cause I’m a rap star |
| Girl kissed my hand and fell to her knees |
| Said, Hold it everybody, no autographs please |
| Well me I’m Kid Dee, I stepped out next |
| I don’t smoke but I’m down for music and sex |
| I’m the big star and it ain’t no thing |
| Let facts be facts, I’m down with the king |
| Tryin not lyin, I keep my profile low |
| And wouldn’t you know they still ripped my clothes |
| Knocked me off my feet, right on my seat |
| Girls caused a riot, bodyguards got beat |
| (Is that right?) |
| Now Jinx was last to hit the party |
| Girls was touchin all on my body |
| Suckin and grabbin, ripped and torn |
| The crew was bonin out to the backstage door |
| Females went nuts, pinchin my butt |
| Funky fresh Filas kicked the door shut |
| Huffin and puffin cause we ran far |
| So we rushed the dressing room with the biggest star |
| Ill-legal, y’all |
| (West Coast style) -→C.I.A. |
| (Raised in L.A.) -→Ice-T |
| (From L.A.) |
| (The names have been changed to protect the innocent) |
| (Word) |
| He is so conceited but he don’t show it Who me Ice Cube? |
| (Word up) You know it Broke my leg and I had to hobble |
| Still did the wop, still quick to squabble |
| Well, I’m jammin not slammin, don’t give a goddamn and |
| When I go out to eat it’s caviar not salmon |
| (Why not?) Cause it’s in stereo |
| And when we perform, here’s how it goes |
| Now Jinx’s out first, cause that’s our style |
| But when my Filas hit the stage, the crowd went wild |
| Jinx cuts the beat cause he’s the band |
| I grab the microphone and I throw the mic stand |
| I threw my hands high cause I need to be seen |
| I go second to the mic cause that’s the routine |
| I introduced him and he’d do it for me Yo, that’s Ice Cube (and that’s Kid Dee) |
| Yo |