Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stop Snitchin' , by - Ice Cube. Release date: 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 |