[Ice Cube Talking] 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-muther ing-Cube.
[Hook] Keep my hand on my gun cos they got me on the run I swear I didn t do what they say I done [x2] [Verse 1] Ghetto destroyer
paranoia
I need a lawyer This bitch named Netoia
say they lookin for ya Got to get the out of here (yeah right) This bitch dimmed the lights (nigga
spend the night) Bust a quick nut
got to up and gat on Cos this the same street I got shot on So God bless Don Polla
double-s I gotta holla cos I m smokin on double breath Freakin
niggaz be leakin
information Got the feds seekin
incarceration Niggaz say my name popped up Bitch hop up Nigga close the shop up They try to stop em My cash flow leave me 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
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 [Verse 2] 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? ( ) 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 niggaz 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 [Hook] [Chorus] [Verse 3] My boys Utah to Illinois 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 niggaz bangin and lootin rock I m going back to Cali where it s bound with my strikes Don t give a who s on the ?marin or the mic I should ve known when I seen that mother er in the lobby looking like he wanna rob me ( ) 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 ( y all) Big grey bus
scandalous Cos they can t stand us They get excited and I try to fight it (mama) I m going back to Cali to show
extradited [Hook] [Chorus] [Ice Cube talking] 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 nuttin but a game to them mama It s my life

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