[Chris Rock]

You ain't gotta lie ta kick it



[Ice Cube] (verse one) {:02}

I know ya like to see me doin' bad

But i'm doin' good, fuck the police that's rollin' thru my neighborhood

Fuckin' peaker wood see me in the five speed

I don't care if his motherfuckin' eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)

This is my weed, this is my world

Don't get mad when you see them hundred smokes squirel (?)

Candied out while you spit yo' last on the pearl

The Don Daada, i'm hotta than holly watta

Wish i was your baby fatha, cuz i got a fuckin' 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



[Chris Rock]

Yo Cube, im goan have all da biches here



--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--



Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey ain't call me back

But i just paged my auntie



--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--



[Ice Cube]

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--



[Ice Cube] (verse two) {1:02}

I'm a be as real as I can with this

Not just the fake analyst on canabis, who only say that the world is

Scandalist, without findin' out a way to handle this

Dismantle this, either with the rhyme or the fist

How the fuck we get in the belly of this bitch?

I be rich if