You aint gotta lie ta kick it
I know ya like to see me doin bad
But im doin good, fuck the police thats rollin thru my neighborhood
Fuckin peaker wood see me in the five speed
I dont care if his motherfuckin eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, this is my world
Dont get mad when you see them hundred spokes twirl
Candied out while you spit yo last on the pearl
The Don Daada, im 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 cant so you start the lyin
Just like that nigga that think he dyin
Get ta cryin, snitchin and testifyin
To all my people if im talkin bout your baby mama
When she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama
Yo Cube, im goan have all da biches here
--You aint got to lie ta kick it--
Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey aint call me back
But i just paged my auntie
--You aint got to lie ta kick it--
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie
--You aint got to lie ta kick it--
Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
--You aint got to lie ta kick it--
Im 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 it wasnt for the snitch
Lyin to the enemies, wild conspiracies
Im a say this till the day that I die
Seven thirty fives bring on bitches lies
While you bullshitin, Im hard hittin like
2pac, I keep spittin till my heart stop
Young niggas tryin to tell me that im played
Once they say you played, nigga you must be payed (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 Biz 9000
--You aint got to lie ta kick it--
I got the Playstation in the windshield nigga!
--You aint got to lie ta kick it--
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie
--You aint got to lie ta kick it--
Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
--You aint got to lie ta kick it--
I hate to see your ass comin (yep), with your mouth runnin
Talkin bout somethin (what?), that aint meanin nothin
Bout your second cousin (hmm), who be always buzzin
Where she was or wasnt, who she now fuckin
Stories by the dozen Punch you got the sequel (what?)
To let you tell it Randy Moss is your people
Its evident, your ass lie like the president
But stretch marks on your mouth is the evidence (ha ha)
How the fuck can your friends be the benjamins?! (punk)
And your little ass cars full of fender benz
There you go on the stand with your hand up (lyin)
Testifyin about a man thats 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 motherfuckin ass on the news (yeah yeah)
Yo Cube, check out this ring, 69 karots
--You aint got to lie ta kick it--
Its Kryptonite nigga, Kryptonite!
--You aint got to lie ta kick it--
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie
--You aint got to lie ta kick it--
Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
--You aint got to lie ta kick it--
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