Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Extradition, artist - Ice Cube. Album song War & Peace Vol. 1 (The War Disc), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Best Side
Song language: English
Extradition |
Dear Mum, If some people came by the house lookin for me |
I’m innocent of anything they say I done |
Now I don’t know when I’ll be able to write you again |
But I will be back to California to see you |
Your son, Ice-motherfucking-Cube |
Keep my hand on my gun cos they got me on the run |
I swear I didn’t do what they say I done (x2) |
Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer |
This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin for ya Got to get the fuck out of here (yeah right) |
This bitch dimmed the lights (nigga, spend the night) |
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 |
I gotta holla cos I’m smokin on double breasts |
Tweakin, niggaz be leakin, information |
Got the feds seekin, incarceration |
Niggaz say my name popped up Bitch hop up Nigga close the shop up They tryina stop up my cashflow |
Leave me asshole naked (fuck!) |
Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records |
Nigga gettin skinny eating Denny’s |
Count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties |
Listen, these Feds fishin for this extradition |
I’m on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, dodge 'em, ditch 'em |
I gotta kick rocks, I can’t pick locks |
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-box |
It’s so hard to get a room without a credit card |
It’s so hard not to let 'em know where you are |
Tried to get a Rent-A-Car |
Whitey laughed when I showed him cash |
Had to mash 'fore he called the Feds on my ass |
Went to Vegas for the weekend |
Met a ho down for freakin |
Hey bitch, why you sneakin? |
Grabbed the paper out her hand |
Am I the man on the front page? |
(Fuck!) |
Same height, same age (click-click) |
Rap gauge, put it down the G-way |
Got my hostage suckin sausage on the freeway |
She say let’s hit or suck ok? |
Ran inside and made the niggaz all pay |
It’s like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado |
Brought a ??? |
for his wallet and my votto |
That’s my motto and I gotta warn ya Before I’m through, I’m going back to California |
My boys, Utah to Illinois |
Settin decoys, so I can infiltrate |
All fifty states |
Can’t wait till I’m back on my feet |
Switch and shake this bitch in her sleep |
Low key you feds can’t see me All up in D.C. with strike number three |
Clownin, made a little stock to get a little cock |
Now I got niggaz bangin in Little Rock |
I’m going back to Cali westbound with my strikes |
Don’t give a fuck who’s on the marin or the mic |
I should’ve known when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby |
looking like he wanna rob me (Fuck!) |
Federal, don’t like no black hetero-sexual, intellectual |
Tried to turn me into a vegetable |
An I’m 'a sue all black and blue |
When I come to-hand cuff (Fuck y’all!) |
Big grey bus, scandalous (Fuck you too!) |
Cos they can’t stand us They get excited and I tried to fight it (mama) |
I’m going back to Cali for sure, extradited |
Hey mama, when y’all send pictures you can’t send a polaroid |
Got to be the regular pictures |
An’they got us in here puttin’in computer chips or something |
I don’t know. |
Like they playin with us, it’s like a game |
It ain’t nuttin’but a game to them mama |
It’s my life |