| I know ya like to see me doin' bad
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| But I’m doin' good, fuck the police that’s rollin' thru my neighborhood
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| Fuckin' pecker wood see me in the five speed
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| I don’t care if his motherfuckin' eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)
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| This is my weed, this is my world
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| Don’t get mad when you see them hundred spokes twirl
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| Candied out while you spent yo' last on the pearl
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| The Don Daada, I’m hotta than holly watta
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| Wish i was your baby fatha, cuz I got a fuckin' head on my shoulder
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| And lead in my holster, face on the poster
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| The kinda nigga that you wanna get close ta'
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| But you can’t so you start the lyin'
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| Just like that nigga that think he dyin'
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| Get ta cryin', snitchin' and testifyin'
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| To all my people if I’m talkin 'bout your baby mama
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| When she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama
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| Yo Cube, I’m gon' have all da bitches here
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| --You ain’t got to lie ta kick it--
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| Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey ain’t call me back
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| But I just paged my auntie
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| --You ain’t got to lie ta kick it--
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| Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie
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| --You ain’t got to lie ta kick it--
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| Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
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| --You ain’t got to lie ta kick it--
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| I’m a be as real as I can with this
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| Not just the fake analyst on cannabis
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| Who only say that the world is
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| Scandalous, without findin' out a way to handle this
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| Dismantle this, either with the rhyme or the fist
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| How the fuck we get in the belly of this bitch?
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| I be rich if it wasn’t for the snitch
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| Lyin' to the enemies, bout conspiracies
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| I’m a say this 'till the day that I die
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| Seven thirty fives bring on bitches lies
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| While you bullshitin', I’m hard hittin' like
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| 2pac, I keep spittin' 'till my heart stop
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| Young niggas tryin' to tell me that I’m played
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| Once they say you played, nigga you must be paid (HA HA! huh ha)
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| Pushin' weight since the tenth grade do my thing
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| Got more plaques than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin'
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| Yo Cube, I got the new Benz 9000
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| --You ain’t got to lie ta kick it--
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| It got the PlayStation in the windshield nigga!
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| --You ain’t got to lie ta kick it--
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| Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie
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| --You ain’t got to lie ta kick it--
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| Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
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| --You ain’t got to lie ta kick it--
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| I hate to see your ass comin' (yep), with your mouth runnin'
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| Talkin' 'bout somethin' (what?), that ain’t meanin' nothin'
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| 'Bout your second cousin (hmm), who be always buzzin'
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| Where she was or wasn’t, who she now fuckin'
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| Stories by the dozen plus you got the sequel (what?)
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| To let you tell it Randy Moss is your people
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| It’s evident, your ass lie like the president
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| But stretch marks on your mouth is the evidence (ha ha)
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| How the fuck can your friends be the benjamins?! |
| (punk)
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| And your little ass car’s full of fender bends
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| There you go on the stand with your hand up (lyin')
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| Testifyin' about a man that’s in handcuffs
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| We should do you like the Mack said
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| And if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a black head
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| Let him ooze, let him loose
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| Let him lie by his motherfuckin' ass on the news (yeah yeah)
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| Yo Cube, check out this ring, 69 karats
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| --You ain’t got to lie ta kick it--
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| It’s Kryptonite nigga, Kryptonite!
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| --You ain’t got to lie ta kick it--
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| Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie
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| --You ain’t got to lie ta kick it--
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| Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
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| --You ain’t got to lie ta kick it--
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| Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie
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| --You ain’t got to lie ta kick it--
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| Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
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| --You ain’t got to lie ta kick it-- |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You Ain't Gotta Lie (Ta Kick It) (Feat. Chris Rock) , by - Ice Cube. Song from the album War & Peace Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп