| See who the fuck I’mma jack today
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| Nigga broke, shit
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| And it’s early in the mornin
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| «Today I’m going to tell you the story of Robin Hood»
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| At last, grab my ski-mask out the closet
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| Now let’s see how big did my balls get?
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| I brush my teeth — it takes a thief
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| Swervin, cause I’m tryin to roll up the chronic leaf
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| At a stop sign, I take a hit and hold it on
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| I cough (*cough cough*) now I’m off
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| Drivin down the two-lane highway
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| It’s all bad, thinkin bout shit I never had
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| Pass through the W.S. |
| (neighbor-hood)
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| Knowin I can do my best in Westwood
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| Cut off by a white BM, driven by a yuppie
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| He sticks up his finger like, «Fuck me»
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| Now I gotta to follow him HOME, with my CHROME
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| Send him to the Twilight ZONE, it’s ON
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| Niggas say I’m gone cause I’m fuckin with the rich
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| (say what?) but they all full of bitch (yeah)
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| Don’t need a snitch, so I’m rollin solo
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| In a straight bucket, no it ain’t a low-low
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| He pulls up to a seven bedroom, eight bath
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| Oh yeah! |
| He’s got to feel the wrath
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| Pistola to the neck, devil turn off the Westec (?)
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| And when you’re rollin have mo' respect (bitch)
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| Tied his ass up and took everything I could
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| A nigga straight robbin, mobbin, back to the hood
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| All my niggas love the adventures of
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| All my niggas love the adventures of
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| All my niggas love the adventures of…
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| . |
| Robin hood, cause it ain’t all good
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| Since two-eleven is my favorite number
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| Fuck squabbin, cause I be Robin like the Boy Wonder
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| «Holy Bandit!» |
| Leave yo' ass stranded and you know that
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| Unhook the LoJack, cellular phone under the flo' mat
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| (Uh) They wanna say that it’s federal
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| Actin like your ninety-five Coupe, is headed fo'
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| Beirut they wanna shoot me like a terrorist
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| But I don’t give a FUCK, cause I’m takin care of this
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| Trigger finger got blisters
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| Heard from your sisters, you be rollin on the twisters
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| Now when we meet, I can make your heart beat.
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| and make you feel, so neat
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| Or you can get us fifteen
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| Twenties out the ATM, I’ll take all of them (give 'em up)
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| I’m king of the slim jim, it’s the incredible
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| Nine-oh-two-one-oh, is where I’m headed foe
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| Don’t need no Merry Men, I fuck around and bury them
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| (POW!) if they told, what I stole (uh)
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| Motherfuckers got to know that I’m lethal
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| Steal from the rich, and slide it to my people
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| I stalk, rich ass people like Hudson Hawk
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| Bitch don’t talk, let’s take a walk
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| Nigga got nuttin to lose, you know the rules
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| The purse and the jewels or the eleven o’clock news
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| Which one? |
| Magnum gun to the titties
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| Makin scared devils, move from my city
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| With the strong-arm, fuck the long arm of the law
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| Bitch count to ten and forget who you saw (hurry up)
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| Had to clock her with the handle, cause
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| Your husband’s a thief with an S&L scandal
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| Don’t feel bad if you’re stuck up, ahhhh
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| Nobody move, nobody get — shut the fuck up!
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| I’m nervous, quick to serve this
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| Heat in yo' meat, make your blood skeet
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| A nigga just tryin to get on his feet
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| So hurry up rich bitch, before I twitch
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| She said, «Don't rape me, and don’t kill me»
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| Nigga don’t want to fuck, yo' filthy ass
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| Just give me the cash and we good
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| All I wanna do is rob you on my way to the hood
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| All my niggas love the adventures of
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| All my niggas love the adventures of
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| All my niggas love the adventures of…
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| … Robin Hood, cause it ain’t all good |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Robbin' Hood (Cause It Ain't All Good) , by - Ice Cube. Song from the album Bootlegs And B-Sides, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп