Текст песни: Ice Cube - Extradition



[Ice Cube Talking]

Dear Mama, If some people came by the house lookin for me

I`m innocent of anything they say I done

Now I don`t know when I`ll be able to write you again

But I will be back to California to see you

Your son, Ice-mutherfucking-Cube.



[Hook]

Keep my hand on my gun cos they got me on the run

I swear I didn`t do what they say I done [x2]



[Verse 1]

Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer

This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin for ya

Got to get the fuck out of here (yeah right)

This bitch dimmed the lights (nigga, spend the night)

Bust a quick nut, got to fuck up and gat on

Cos this the same street I got shot on

So God bless Don Polla, double-s

I gotta holla cos I`m smokin on double breath

Freakin, niggaz be leakin, information

Got the feds seekin, incarceration

Niggaz say my name popped up

Bitch hop up

Nigga close the shop up

They try to stop em

My cash flow leave me asshole neck it

Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records

Nigga gettin skinny eating dinnies

Count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties



[Chorus]

Listen, these feds fishin for this extradition

I`m on a mission, fuck em, fight em, dine em, ditch em

I gotta kick rocks, can`t pick locks

Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-?bath



[Verse 2]

It`s so hard to get a room without a credit card

It`s so hard not to let em know where you are

Tried to get a rent a car

But he laughed when I showed him cash

Had to mash `fore he called the feds on my ass

Went to Vegas for the weekend

Met a hoe down freakin

Hey bitch, why you sneakin?

Grabbed the paper out her hand

Am I the man on the front page? (Fuck)

Same height, same age (click-click)

Rap gauge, put it down the G-way

Got my hostage suckin sausage on the freeway

She say "Let`s hear the circle K"

Ran inside and made the niggaz all pay

It`s like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado

Brought it there for his wallet and my bottle

That`s my motto and I gotta warn ya

before I`m through, I`m going back to California



[Hook]

[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

My boys Utah to Illinois

Set the poise, so I can infiltrate

All fifty states

Can`t wait till I`m back on my feet

Switch and shake this bitch in her sleep

Low key you feds can`t see me

I`m up in D.C. with strike number three

Clownin, made a little stock to get a little cock

Now I got niggaz bangin and lootin rock

I`m going back to Cali where it`s bound with my strikes

Don`t give a fuck who`s on the ?marin or the mic

I should`ve known when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby

looking like he wanna rob me (Fuck)

Federal, don`t like no black hetero, sexual, intellectual

Tried to turn me into a vegetable

An I`m `a sue all black and blue

When I come to- hand cuff (Fuck y`all)

Big grey bus, scandalous

Cos they can`t stand us

They get excited and I try to fight it (mama)

I`m going back to Cali to show, extradited



[Hook]

[Chorus]



[Ice Cube talking]

Hey mama, when y`all send pictures you can`t send a polaroid

Got to be the regular pictures

An` they got us in here puttin` in computer chips or something

I don`t know. Like they playin with us, it`s like a game

It ain`t nuttin` but a game to them mama

It`s my life

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[Ice Cube Talking]

Dear Mama, If some people came by the house lookin for me

I`m innocent of anything they say I done

Now I don`t know when I`ll be able to write you again

But I will be back to California to see you

Your son, Ice-mutherfucking-Cube.



[Hook]

Keep my hand on my gun cos they got me on the run

I swear I didn`t do what they say I done [x2]



[Verse 1]

Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer

This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin for ya

Got to get the fuck out of here (yeah right)

This bitch dimmed the lights (nigga, spend the night)

Bust a quick nut, got to fuck up and gat on

Cos this the same street I got shot on

So God bless Don Polla, double-s

I gotta holla cos I`m smokin on double breath

Freakin, niggaz be leakin, information

Got the feds seekin, incarceration

Niggaz say my name popped up

Bitch hop up

Nigga close the shop up

They try to stop em

My cash flow leave me asshole neck it

Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records

Nigga gettin skinny eating dinnies

Count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties



[Chorus]

Listen, these feds fishin for this extradition

I`m on a mission, fuck em, fight em, dine em, ditch em

I gotta kick rocks, can`t pick locks

Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-?bath



[Verse 2]

It`s so hard to get a room without a credit card

It`s so hard not to let em know where you are

Tried to get a rent a car

But he laughed when I showed him cash

Had to mash `fore he called the feds on my ass

Went to Vegas for the weekend

Met a hoe down freakin

Hey bitch, why you sneakin?

Grabbed the paper out her hand

Am I the man on the front page? (Fuck)

Same height, same age (click-click)

Rap gauge, put it down the G-way

Got my hostage suckin sausage on the freeway

She say "Let`s hear the circle K"

Ran inside and made the niggaz all pay

It`s like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado

Brought it there for his wallet and my bottle

That`s my motto and I gotta warn ya

before I`m through, I`m going back to California



[Hook]

[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

My boys Utah to Illinois

Set the poise, so I can infiltrate

All fifty states

Can`t wait till I`m back on my feet

Switch and shake this bitch in her sleep

Low key you feds can`t see me

I`m up in D.C. with strike number three

Clownin, made a little stock to get a little cock

Now I got niggaz bangin and lootin rock

I`m going back to Cali where it`s bound with my strikes

Don`t give a fuck who`s on the ?marin or the mic

I should`ve known when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby

looking like he wanna rob me (Fuck)

Federal, don`t like no black hetero, sexual, intellectual

Tried to turn me into a vegetable

An I`m `a sue all black and blue

When I come to- hand cuff (Fuck y`all)

Big grey bus, scandalous

Cos they can`t stand us

They get excited and I try to fight it (mama)

I`m going back to Cali to show, extradited



[Hook]

[Chorus]



[Ice Cube talking]

Hey mama, when y`all send pictures you can`t send a polaroid

Got to be the regular pictures

An` they got us in here puttin` in computer chips or something

I don`t know. Like they playin with us, it`s like a game

It ain`t nuttin` but a game to them mama

It`s my life

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