Extradition

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Ice Cube

O'Shea Jackson (born June 15, 1969), better known by his stage name Ice Cube, is an American rapper, record producer, actor, screenwriter, film producer, and director. He began his career as a member of the hip hop group C.I.A. and later joined the rap group N.W.A (Niggas With Attitudes). After leaving N.W.A in December 1989, he built a successful solo career in music, and also as a writer, director, actor and producer in cinema. Additionally, he has served as one of the producers of the Showtime television series Barbershop and the TBS series Are We There Yet?, both of which are based upon films in which he portrayed the lead character. more »

Year:

1998

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Dear Mama  
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 'cause they got me on the run 
I swear I didn't do what they say I done 
I swear I didn't do what they say I done

Ghetto destroyer  paranoia, I need a lawyer 
This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin' for ya 
Got to get the f*ck out of here (yeah right) 
This bitch dimmed the lights (nigga, spend the night) 
Bust a quick nut, got to f*ck up and gat on 
'cause this the same street I got shot on 
So God bless Don Polla, double-s 
I gotta holla 'cause I'm smokin' on double breath 
Freakin', niggas be leakin', information 
Got the feds seekin', incarceration 
Niggas say my name popped up 
Bitch hop up 
Nigga close the shop up 
They try to stop em 
My cash flow leave me asshole neck it 
Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records 
Nigga gettin' skinny eating dinnies 
Count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties 

[Chorus] 
Listen, these feds fishin' for this extradition 
I'm on a mission, f*ck em, fight em, dine em, ditch em 
I gotta kick rocks, can't pick locks 
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-?bath 

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 
But he 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 hoe down freakin' 
Hey bitch, why you sneakin'? 
Grabbed the paper out her hand 
Am I the man on the front page? (F*ck) 
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 hear the circle K" 
Ran inside and made the niggas all pay 
It's like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado 
Brought it there for his wallet and my bottle 
That's my motto and I gotta warn ya 
Before I'm through, I'm going back to California 

Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run 
I swear I didn't do what they say I done 
I swear I didn't do what they say I done

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3] 
My boys you're taught at Illonois 
Set the poise, 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 
I'm up in D.C. with strike number three 
Clownin', made a little stock to get a little cock 
Now I got niggas bangin' and lootin' rock 
I'm going back to Cali where it's bound with my strikes 
Don't give a f*ck who's on the ?marin or the mic 
I should've known when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby 
Looking like he want to rob me (F*ck) 
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 (F*ck y'all) 
Big grey bus, scandalous 
'cause they can't stand us 
They get excited and I try to fight it (mama) 
I'm going back to Cali to show, extradited 

Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run 
I swear I didn't do what they say I done 
I swear I didn't do what they say I done

[Chorus] 

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 nothin' but a game to them mama 
It's my life

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