Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Voces
Sir Jinx
Sir Jinx
Intérprete
Chilly Chill
Chilly Chill
Intérprete
Del the Funky Homosapien
Del the Funky Homosapien
Voces
D-Nice
D-Nice
Intérprete
EPMD
EPMD
Intérprete
Public Enemy
Public Enemy
Intérprete
Digital Underground
Digital Underground
Intérprete
LL COOL J
LL COOL J
Intérprete
X-Clan
X-Clan
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
W. Morrison
W. Morrison
Autoría
W. Nichols
W. Nichols
Autoría
Allen Williams
Allen Williams
Autoría
John Barbata
John Barbata
Autoría
Howard Kaylan
Howard Kaylan
Autoría
A. Nichol
A. Nichol
Autoría
Teren D. Jones
Teren D. Jones
Autoría
Derrick Baker
Derrick Baker
Autoría
Jim Pons
Jim Pons
Autoría
Mark Volman
Mark Volman
Autoría
Anthony D. Wheaton
Anthony D. Wheaton
Autoría
Roger Troutman
Roger Troutman
Autoría
George Clinton
George Clinton
Autoría
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Autoría
Parish "PMD" Smith
Parish "PMD" Smith
Autoría
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Guionista
G. Jacobs
G. Jacobs
Autoría
Garry Marshall Shider
Garry Marshall Shider
Autoría
William Earl Collins
William Earl Collins
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Producción
Sir Jinx
Sir Jinx
Producción
Chilly Chill
Chilly Chill
Producción

Letra

Gimme 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 suckas 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-Dee
And here's how we'll greet ya
Stop fool, come off that beat, ya
Feel dumb 'cause you're caught in the dark (Ya lil' nothin' ass mark)
Raise up, 'cause you can't' have it back
You said, "I ain't never got gaffled like that"
Off the end of the gat, you choke
Short Dog's in the house, "What up, loc?"
Nothin' but a come up
Gimme that bass, and don't try to run up
'Cause you'll get banked somethin' sweet
Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob, is jackin' for beats
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 jack 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 thump
But right about now (Let's get over the hump)
But I don't party and shake my butt
I leave that to the brothas 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 three fifty-seven, I'm packin'
And it sounds so sweet
Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob, is jackin' for beats
Ice Cube, I'll take a funky beat and reshape 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
Don't try to hide 'cause you know that I love to
Jack a fool for his beat and then I'm outtie
So when I come to your town don't crowd me
'Cause I know, you're gonna wanna kick it with 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
'Cause suckers can't fade the Cube
And if I jack you and you keep comin'
I'll have you marks, a hundred miles and runnin'
Written by: A. Nichol, Allen Williams, Anthony D. Wheaton, Billy Nichols, Derrick Baker, Erick Sermon, G. Jacobs, Garry Marshall Shider, George Clinton, George Clinton Jr., Howard Kaylan, Jim Pons, John Barbata, Jossef Parrish Smith, Mark Volman, O'Shea Jackson, Parish "PMD" Smith, Roger Troutman, Teren D. Jones, W. Morrison, W. Nichols, William Collins
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