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作曲 : Loren Hill/Richard Shelton/O'Shea Jackson/Carl 'Chucky' Thompson
You ain't gotta lie ta kick it
I know ya like to see me doin' bad
But I'm doin' good, f**k the police that's rollin' thru my neighborhood
F**kin' p****r wood see me in the five speed
I don't care if his motherf**kin' eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, this is my world
Don't get mad when you see them hundred spokes twirl
Candied out while you spent yo' last on the pearl
The Don Daada, I'm hotta than holly watta
Wish i was your baby fatha, cuz I got a f**kin' head on my shoulder
And lead in my holster, face on the poster
The kinda nigga that you wanna get close ta'
But you can't so you start the lyin'
Just like that nigga that think he dyin'
Get ta cryin', snitchin' and testifyin'
To all my people if I'm talkin 'bout your baby mama
When she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama
Yo Cube, I'm gon' have all da b*****s here
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
Yo man f**k dem b*****s, dey ain't call me back
But I just paged my auntie
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
I'm a be as real as I can with this
Not just the fake a**lyst on c******s
Who only say that the world is
Scandalous, without findin' out a way to handle this
Dismantle this, either with the rhyme or the fist
How the f**k we get in the belly of this b***h?
I be rich if it wasn't for the snitch
Lyin' to the enemies, bout conspiracies
I'm a say this 'till the day that I die
Seven thirty fives bring on b*****s lies
While you bullshitin', I'm hard hittin' like
2pac, I keep spittin' 'till my heart stop
Young niggas tryin' to tell me that I'm played
Once they say you played, nigga you must be paid (HA HA! huh ha)
Pushin' weight since the tenth grade do my thing
Got more plaques than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin'
Yo Cube, I got the new Benz 9000
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
It got the PlayStation in the windshield nigga!
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
I hate to see your ass comin' (yep), with your mouth runnin'
Talkin' 'bout somethin' (what?), that ain't meanin' nothin'
'Bout your second cousin (hmm), who be always buzzin'
Where she was or wasn't, who she now f**kin'
Stories by the dozen plus you got the sequel (what?)
To let you tell it Randy Moss is your people
It's evident, your ass lie like the president
But stretch marks on your mouth is the evidence (ha ha)
How the f**k can your friends be the benjamins?! (punk)
And your little ass car's full of fender bends
There you go on the stand with your hand up (lyin')
Testifyin' about a man that's in handcuffs
We should do you like the Mack said
And if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a black head
Let him ooze, let him loose
Let him lie by his motherf**kin' ass on the news (yeah yeah)
Yo Cube, check out this ring, 69 karats
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
It's Kryptonite nigga, Kryptonite!
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
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