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13. Ice Cube - Rollin' wit' the Lench Mob
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Lead Vocals
Sir Jinx
Sir Jinx
Background Vocals
J. Dee
J. Dee
Background Vocals
T-Bone
T-Bone
Background Vocals
Al "Purple" Hayes
Al "Purple" Hayes
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Songwriter
Eric Sadler
Eric Sadler
Songwriter
Keith Shocklee
Keith Shocklee
Songwriter
George Clinton
George Clinton
Songwriter
William Collins
William Collins
Songwriter
Bernie Worrell
Bernie Worrell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Co-Producer
The Bomb Squad
The Bomb Squad
Producer
Sir Jinx
Sir Jinx
Co-Producer
Chris Champion
Chris Champion
Assistant Engineer
Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw
Engineer
Dan Wood
Dan Wood
Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Nick Sansano
Nick Sansano
Engineer

Lyrics

Yo, T-Bone (what up, D?) Yo man, these motherfuckers steppin' to me man talkin' 'bout The Lench Mob ain't in e-fizz-ect! (Motherfuckers pc yo boy tryna fit everybody panic) Word 'em up, matter of fact, I oughta cuff 'em like a brand new pair of Levis! (Like roll them motherfuckers up like a fat ass joint!) Word 'em up! You can't fuck with the criminal, rappin' over gangsta shit First I load the clip, and then I make the hit I know some y'all can't fade this Lench Mob niggas are the craziest So you and your boys are ass-out When I'm rollin in a seven-deuce glass house The Mob ain't nothing but a menace When we get the motherfucking dog in us Playing them oldies I'm pourin' out some of my beer for my homies Ready to peel your cap You can't believe "Faces of Death" on wax Some say the Mob ain't positive Man fuck that shit, 'cause I gots to live How I live and you could either give a fuck punk Yo or get your ass bucked Some rappers are heaven-sent But Self-Destruction don't pay the fuckin' rent So you can either sell dope or get your ass a job I'd rather roll it with the Lench Mob (Lench Mob! Lench Mob! Lench Mob!) For lynching any sucker (Lench Mob! Lench Mob! Lench Mob!) For lynching any sucker (The Lench Mob is takin' a nine to ya mind all the motherfucking time!) (Lench Mob! Lench Mob! Lench Mob!) For lynching any sucker (yeah, motherfucker!) (Lench Mob! Lench Mob! Lench Mob!) For lynching any sucker (do it!) To be down with the Mob is simple Mind your own, you want a spot, find your own And take mine if you're badder than the strongest (what did you do?) I do the right thing, I do the wrong thing Do anything 'cause I ain't faking the scene It's all about how much bacon you bring And if you see something from the ghetto I will stuff it Yo you ain't seen nothing 'Cause if you testify, you're living blind 'Cause in the city you live and let die Rolling with the fools, one-time can't beat On my knees in the street, interlock my hands and feet He said, "I know you" I said "you might My name is Ice Cube, I did a song you didn't like" So he soaked me up like Bounty Had to do a week in the county A piece of cake, it was just like a party 'Cause in the county you know everybody No, I didn't kill or steal or rob Locked up for what? 'Cause I'm rollin' with the Lench Mob (Lench Mob! Lench Mob! Lench Mob!) For lynching any sucker (Lench Mob! Lench Mob! Lench Mob!) For lynching any sucker (The Lench Mob is takin' a nine to ya mind all the motherfucking time!) (Lench Mob! Lench Mob! Lench Mob!) For lynching any sucker (yeah, motherfucker!) (Lench Mob! Lench Mob! Lench Mob!) If you know a female that's rollin' with the Lench Mob Watch your step 'cause the got is kept In the purse like my home girl Yo-Yo You gotta be down and you can't be a ho, no 'Cause if you are, I'll be the first one to bust you out After my crew, I'll be the first one to rush you out Get the picture old bitch You'll get the 86 if she wanna try and mix Business and pleasure make up your own mind You gotta be a ho on your own time Don't sleep 'cause even on a solo creep Yo the Mob is still deep And we'll play ya just like a nitwit You thought you got with the crew you can't get with So get the noose ready for the lynching Now 235 is what I'm benching But nowadays, it's still not enough I got something guaranteed to stop the bum rush Give me the gat, step back, and watch me do the job Rolling with the motherfucking Lench Mob (Lench Mob! Lench Mob! Lench Mob!) For lynching any sucker (Lench Mob! Lench Mob! Lench Mob!) For lynching any sucker (The Lench Mob is takin' a nine to ya mind all the motherfucking time!) (Lench Mob! Lench Mob! Lench Mob!) For lynching any sucker (yeah, motherfucker!) (Lench Mob! Lench Mob! Lench Mob!) For lynching any sucker (do it!) Ayo, fuck that man I'm not going back to jail Fuck that, Ice Cube Man, I'm rollin' wit the Lench Mob
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, George Clinton Jr., Eric T. Sadler, Keith M. Boxley, William Earl Collins, Bernard Worrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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