Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Composer
Sir Jinx
Sir Jinx
Composer
William Earl Collins
William Earl Collins
Composer
Bernie Worrell
Bernie Worrell
Composer
George Clinton
George Clinton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Producer
Sir Jinx
Sir Jinx
Producer
Mr. Stoker
Mr. Stoker
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Godamn it's a brand new payback From the straight fucks the mack and straights ganks the black How many muthafuckers gotta pay Went to the shelf and dusted off the ak Cops gotta get pealed 'Cause the nigga you love to hate still can kill at will It ain't no pop 'cause that sucks And you can new jack swing on my nuts Down wit the niggaz that i bail out I'm platinum bitch and i didn't have to sell out Fuck you ice cube, that's what the people say Fuck america still wit the triple k Cause you know when my nine goes buck It will bust your head like a watermelon dropping 12 stories up Now let's see who'll drop Punk muthafuckers trying to ban hip-hop Fuck r & b and the running man I'm the one to stand wit the gun in hand Make sure before you buck wit duck quick Punk, 'cause i'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit Hell yea, zone you better tell 'em Ice cube and i'm rolling wit the muthafucking lm It's the #1 crew in the area Make a move for your gat and i'll bury ya Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt Punks roaming what i put in work 'Cause lenchmob niggaz are the craziest And y'all muthafuckers can't fade my shit South central, that's where the lenchmob dwell Hitting fools up wit the big ass l One time can't hold me back Sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs Stop giving juice to the raiders 'Cause al davis never paid us I hope he wear a vest It's all about the l-e-n-c-h y'all know the rest Muthafucking crew, muthafucking mob Doing muthafucking job in a muthafucking squad In '91 ice cube grew strong and bigger And i'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit Like i said, it's a brand new payback 9-91, let's see who beats the jack Sir jinx grew a little bit taller (Beat the wack beats out) to muthafucking baller And hoes can't row on Even bitches looking like en vogue gotta hold on Don't let me catch daryl gates in traffic I gotta have it, to peal his cap backwards I hope he wear a vest too and his best blew Going up against the zulu Break his spine like a jellyfish Kick his ass til it smells of shit Off wit the head, off wit the head i say And watch the devil start kicking Run around like a chicken, grand dragon finger licking Yo, turn him over wit a spatula Now he got kentucky fried cracker Mess wit the cube, you get pump quick Pig, cause i'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, George Clinton Jr., William Earl Collins, Bernard Worrell, Anthony D. Wheaton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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