Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stop Snitchin', artist - Ice Cube.
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stop Snitchin' |
Face down, paralyzed from the waist down |
I’m a buckin clown, but don’t fuck around |
Doin movies now, but I’ll lay you down |
South Central style, pull them thangs out |
Don’t make a millionare have to send you there |
You know the story of the tortoise nigga and the hare |
Nigga run nigga run never get there |
I’mma walk, fuck a bitch when I get there |
Nigga this a marathon, ask Farrakhan |
Fuck the cemetery that I’m buried on (fuck 'em) |
The blood of Ice Cube got to carry on (forever) |
Forever what the fuck are they yellin? |
«Gangsta Gangsta,» nigga stop tellin — stop snitchin |
You can have whatever you want |
In the hood, it’s do’s and don’ts |
So when it get hot in this kitchen |
Stop snitchin, nigga stop snitchin |
Microphone master, super rhyme maker |
Gun blaster, who’s the life taker (who?) |
Who the fuck is a lifetime Laker? |
I slap the Maybeline off Tammy Faye Bakker |
Who the fuck got more than an acre? |
In Los Angeles I got to have paper |
I’m a nigga, don’t talk to my neighbors |
Straight asshole, always up in Vegas (yay yay) |
Lay it out for these niggas to follow |
Get the point, but these points is hollow |
Now this here, is hard to swallow |
But if you do it’s like hittin the lotto |
Little nigga with big bravado |
Hit the throttle niggas hit the bottle |
Can give a fuck if they life is hollow |
Where the fuck was you, when I rocked the Apollo, bitch? |
Ay, who put this thing together? |
Me, that’s who |
Who I trust? |
Who I trust? |
ME, THAT’S WHO! |
Nigga nigga nigga, can’t you see |
Somehow your words incarcerate me |
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee |
Lock me up in my prime, Muhammad Ali |
Get out whup yo' ass like Muhammad Ali |
Rumble in the Jungle, nigga don’t play Dumbo |
In the hood nigga known as Columbo |
Get the people on the phone, tell the jumble |
Spit fluid and swear he didn’t do it |
Got my bottom bitch locked up with Martha Stewart |
She say she had the ho cookin deep dish |
She say Martha fuckin cook fish and eat fish |
Westside y’all niggas got to peep this |
That’s your weakness, can’t keep a secret |
Don’t say shit, boy that’s basic |
They want to send a nigga back to the slave ship |
Stop snitchin |
You can have whatever you choose |
But out here, it’s don’ts and do’s |
So after we finish this mission |
Stop snitchin, nigga stop snitchin |
Okay, okay |
One two, in the place to be |
You rockin with Ice Cube, and the homey Swizz Beatz |