| Dear Mum, If some people came by the house lookin for me
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| I’m innocent of anything they say I done
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| Now I don’t know when I’ll be able to write you again
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| But I will be back to California to see you
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| Your son, Ice-motherfucking-Cube
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| Keep my hand on my gun cos they got me on the run
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| I swear I didn’t do what they say I done (x2)
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| Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer
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| This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin for ya Got to get the fuck out of here (yeah right)
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| This bitch dimmed the lights (nigga, spend the night)
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| Bust a quick nut, got to fuck up and gat on Cos this the same street I got shot on So God bless the Impala double-S
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| I gotta holla cos I’m smokin on double breasts
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| Tweakin, niggaz be leakin, information
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| Got the feds seekin, incarceration
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| Niggaz say my name popped up Bitch hop up Nigga close the shop up They tryina stop up my cashflow
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| Leave me asshole naked (fuck!)
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| Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records
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| Nigga gettin skinny eating Denny’s
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| Count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties
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| Listen, these Feds fishin for this extradition
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| I’m on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, dodge 'em, ditch 'em
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| I gotta kick rocks, I can’t pick locks
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| Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-box
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| It’s so hard to get a room without a credit card
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| It’s so hard not to let 'em know where you are
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| Tried to get a Rent-A-Car
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| Whitey laughed when I showed him cash
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| Had to mash 'fore he called the Feds on my ass
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| Went to Vegas for the weekend
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| Met a ho down for freakin
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| Hey bitch, why you sneakin?
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| Grabbed the paper out her hand
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| Am I the man on the front page? |
| (Fuck!)
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| Same height, same age (click-click)
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| Rap gauge, put it down the G-way
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| Got my hostage suckin sausage on the freeway
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| She say let’s hit or suck ok?
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| Ran inside and made the niggaz all pay
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| It’s like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado
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| Brought a ??? |
| for his wallet and my votto
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| That’s my motto and I gotta warn ya Before I’m through, I’m going back to California
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| My boys, Utah to Illinois
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| Settin decoys, so I can infiltrate
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| All fifty states
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| Can’t wait till I’m back on my feet
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| Switch and shake this bitch in her sleep
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| Low key you feds can’t see me All up in D.C. with strike number three
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| Clownin, made a little stock to get a little cock
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| Now I got niggaz bangin in Little Rock
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| I’m going back to Cali westbound with my strikes
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| Don’t give a fuck who’s on the marin or the mic
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| I should’ve known when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby
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| looking like he wanna rob me (Fuck!)
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| Federal, don’t like no black hetero-sexual, intellectual
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| Tried to turn me into a vegetable
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| An I’m 'a sue all black and blue
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| When I come to-hand cuff (Fuck y’all!)
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| Big grey bus, scandalous (Fuck you too!)
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| Cos they can’t stand us They get excited and I tried to fight it (mama)
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| I’m going back to Cali for sure, extradited
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| Hey mama, when y’all send pictures you can’t send a polaroid
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| Got to be the regular pictures
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| An’they got us in here puttin’in computer chips or something
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| I don’t know. |
| Like they playin with us, it’s like a game
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| It ain’t nuttin’but a game to them mama
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| It’s my life |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Extradition , by - Ice Cube. Song from the album War & Peace Vol. 1 (The War Disc), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп