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Ice Cube
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ice Cube
Composer
Mark Jordan
Composer
Donnie Ray Sterling
Composer
George Clinton
Composer
Ronald Dunbar
Composer
Garry Marshall Shider
Composer
William Collins
Composer
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Ice Cube
Producer
Mr. Stoker
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
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Boogie Men
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DJ Pooh
Mixing Engineer
Daryll Dobson
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Sir Jinx
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Lyrics
Say, look at this
I've been cleaning out my nest, and I found an old book of my poetry
Fresh out of school 'cause I was a high school grad
Gots to get a job 'cause I was a high school dad
Wish I got paid by rappin' to the nation
But that's not likely, so here's my application
Pass it to the man at AT&T
'Cause when I was in school I got the A.E.E
But there's no SC for this youngsta
I didn't have no money, so now I gotta punch the
Clock, gotta slave, and be half a man
But whitey says, "There's no room for the African"
Always knew that I would clock G's
But welcome to McDonald's, "May I take your order, please?"
Gotta serve ya food that might give you cancer
'Cause my son doesn't take no for an answer
Now I pay taxes, that you never give me back
What about diapers, bottles, and Similac?
Do I have to sell me a whole lotta crack
For decent shelter and clothes on my back?
Or should I just wait for help from Bush?
Or Jesse Jackson, and Operation PUSH?
If you ask me the whole thing needs a douche
A Massengill, what the hell, crack will sell in the neighborhood
To the corner house bitches
Miss Parker, little Joe, and Todd Bridges
Or anybody that he know
So I copped me a bird, better known as a kilo
Now everybody know I went from po'
To a nigga that got dough
So now you put the feds against me
'Cause I couldn't follow the plan of the presidency
I never get love again
But blacks are too fuckin' broke to be Republican
Now I remember, I used to be cool
'Til I stopped fillin' out my W-2
Now senators are gettin' high
And your plan against the ghetto backfired
So now you got a pep talk
But sorry, this is our only room to walk
'Cause we don't want a drug push
But a bird in the hand is worth more than a Bush
Tell the politicians, the hustlers
"Live and let live" (yeah)
Tell the politicians, the hustlers
"Live and let live" (yeah)
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, George Clinton Jr., Ronald Dunbar, Garry Marshall Shider, William Earl Collins, Mark S. Jordan, Donnie Ray Sterling
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