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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
W. Morrison
W. Morrison
Songwriter
W. Nichols
W. Nichols
Songwriter
Allen Williams
Allen Williams
Songwriter
John Barbata
John Barbata
Songwriter
Howard Kaylan
Howard Kaylan
Songwriter
A. Nichol
A. Nichol
Songwriter
Teren D. Jones
Teren D. Jones
Songwriter
Derrick Baker
Derrick Baker
Songwriter
Jim Pons
Jim Pons
Songwriter
Mark Volman
Mark Volman
Songwriter
Anthony D. Wheaton
Anthony D. Wheaton
Songwriter
Roger Troutman
Roger Troutman
Songwriter
William Earl Collins
William Earl Collins
Songwriter
George Clinton
George Clinton
Songwriter
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Songwriter
Parish "PMD" Smith
Parish "PMD" Smith
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Screenwriter
G. Jacobs
G. Jacobs
Songwriter
Garry Marshall Shider
Garry Marshall Shider
Songwriter

Lyrics

Give me that beat fool, it's a full time jack move Chilly chill, yo homie make the track move And I'll jack any Tom, Dick and Hank That's the name of the suckers I done ganked I get away from a copper Drop a dime, I'll break you off somethin' proper With the L-E-N-C-H-M-O-B T-Bone and that's J.D And here's how we'll greet ya Stop fool, come off that beat ya Feel dumb 'cuz you're caught in the dark (Ya little nuttin' ass mark) Raise up, 'cuz you can't have it back You'll say, "I ain't never got gaffled like that" Off the end of the gat you choke Short Dog's in the house, "Whattup Loc?" Nuttin' but a come up Gimme that bass, and don't try to run up 'Cause you'll get banked somethin' sweet Ice Cube and the Lench Mob is jackin' for beats Straight jackin' (Afraid of nothing) Straight jackin' Straight, straight, straight jackin' Huh, and even if you're down wit' my crew (Yo Chuck man, I don't understand this man) (Yo, you got to slow down) I jacked them too And then we'll freak it Kick that bass and look what we did Fade the grade, played and made a few mil And I keep stealin' Ice Cube'll make it bump But right about now, (let's get over the hump) But I don't party and shake my butt I leave that to the brothers with the funny haircuts And it'll drive you nuts Steal your beat, and give it that gangsta touch Like jackin' and mackin' Say hi to the .357 I'm packin' And it sounds so sweet Ice Cube and the Lench Mob is jackin' for beats Straight jackin' Straight, ja-jackin' Straight, straight jackin' Ice Cube, I take a funky beat and re-shape it Locate a dope break, and then I break it And give it that gangsta' lean Dead in your face as I turn up the bass I make punk suckers run and duck because I don't try to hide 'cuz you know that I love e to Jack a fool for his beat and then I'm Audi So when I come to your town don't crowd me 'Cuz I know, you're gonna wanna kick it wit' me But I know, none of y'all can get with me So you think you're protected Well you are 'til you put a funky beat on a record Then I have to show and prove and use your groove 'Cuz suckers can't fade the Cube And if I jack ya' and you keep comin' I'll have you marchin' a hundred miles and running Stop, stop, stop, stop Sa-prize, niggaz
Writer(s): John Barbata, Jim Pons, Mark Volman, Al Nichol, Kevin D Heard, Ice Cube, Delvin Jones, H Kaylan, Anthony Wheaton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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