Текст песни: Ice Cube - True To The Game




You know who I`m talking to

Yeah, you that motherfucker that betrayed your homeboys and you ain`t

shit

Yeah, you about to get your motherfucking ghetto pass revoked,

motherfucker

Punk-ass mark, bitch-made

Punk-ass trick in a basket

You got caught up in the mix...>



It`s the nigga ya love to hate with a new song

So what really goes on

Nothing but a come-up, but ain`t that a bitch

They hate to see a young nigga rich

But I refuse to switch even though

Cause I can`t move to the snow

Cause soon as y`all get some dough

Ya wanna put a white bitch on your elbow

Moving out your neighborhood

But I walk through the ghetto and the flavor`s good

Little kids jumping on me

But you, you wanna be white and corny

Living way out

"Nigger go home" spray-painted on your house

Trying to be White or a Jew

But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to?

Get the hell out

Stop being an Uncle Tom, you little sell-out

House nigga scum

Give something back to the place where you made it from

Before you end up broke

Fuck around and get your ghetto pass revoked

I ain`t saying no names, you know who you are

You little punk, be true to the game



[BREAK]


Yeah, you thought we forgot, huh?

Yeah, get a little money and moves out the neighborhood and shit

But you still ain`t shit...>



When you first start rhyming

It started off slow and then you start climbing

But it wasn`t fast enough I guess

So you gave your other style a test

You was hardcore hip-hop

Now look at yourself, boy you done flip-flopped

Giving our music away to the mainstream

Don`t you know they ain`t down with the team

They just sent they boss over

Put a bug in your ear and now you crossed over

On MTV but they don`t care

They`ll have a new nigga next year

You out in the cold

No more white fans and no more soul

And you might have a heart attack

When you find out the black folks don`t want you back

And you know what`s worse?

You was just like the nigga in the first verse

Stop selling out your race

And wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face

Niggas always gotta show they teeth

Now I`m a be brief

Be true to the game



[BREAK]


I see you got your fancy cars and shit

But you know what?

You still ain`t shit

That`s right, I caught you slipping

You know I could`ve gat you

Yeah, but I didn`t even trip...>



A message to the oreo cookie

Find a mirror and take a look, G

Do you like what you see?

But you`re quick to point the finger at me

You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy

Black man can`t be no yuppie

You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes

You don`t associate with the Negroes

You wanna be just like Jack

But Jack is calling you a nigga behind your back

So back off genius

I don`t need you to correct my broken English

You know that`s right

You ain`t white

So stop holding your ass tight

Cause you can`t pass

So why you keep trying to pass?

With your black ass

Mister Big

But in reality, you`re shorter than a midge

You only got yourself to blame

Get a grip, oreo and be true to the game




He continues to live in South Central Los Angeles

And he puts his money into projects that improve the neighborhood...>



Be true to the game!

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You know who I`m talking to

Yeah, you that motherfucker that betrayed your homeboys and you ain`t

shit

Yeah, you about to get your motherfucking ghetto pass revoked,

motherfucker

Punk-ass mark, bitch-made

Punk-ass trick in a basket

You got caught up in the mix...>



It`s the nigga ya love to hate with a new song

So what really goes on

Nothing but a come-up, but ain`t that a bitch

They hate to see a young nigga rich

But I refuse to switch even though

Cause I can`t move to the snow

Cause soon as y`all get some dough

Ya wanna put a white bitch on your elbow

Moving out your neighborhood

But I walk through the ghetto and the flavor`s good

Little kids jumping on me

But you, you wanna be white and corny

Living way out

"Nigger go home" spray-painted on your house

Trying to be White or a Jew

But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to?

Get the hell out

Stop being an Uncle Tom, you little sell-out

House nigga scum

Give something back to the place where you made it from

Before you end up broke

Fuck around and get your ghetto pass revoked

I ain`t saying no names, you know who you are

You little punk, be true to the game



[BREAK]


Yeah, you thought we forgot, huh?

Yeah, get a little money and moves out the neighborhood and shit

But you still ain`t shit...>



When you first start rhyming

It started off slow and then you start climbing

But it wasn`t fast enough I guess

So you gave your other style a test

You was hardcore hip-hop

Now look at yourself, boy you done flip-flopped

Giving our music away to the mainstream

Don`t you know they ain`t down with the team

They just sent they boss over

Put a bug in your ear and now you crossed over

On MTV but they don`t care

They`ll have a new nigga next year

You out in the cold

No more white fans and no more soul

And you might have a heart attack

When you find out the black folks don`t want you back

And you know what`s worse?

You was just like the nigga in the first verse

Stop selling out your race

And wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face

Niggas always gotta show they teeth

Now I`m a be brief

Be true to the game



[BREAK]


I see you got your fancy cars and shit

But you know what?

You still ain`t shit

That`s right, I caught you slipping

You know I could`ve gat you

Yeah, but I didn`t even trip...>



A message to the oreo cookie

Find a mirror and take a look, G

Do you like what you see?

But you`re quick to point the finger at me

You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy

Black man can`t be no yuppie

You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes

You don`t associate with the Negroes

You wanna be just like Jack

But Jack is calling you a nigga behind your back

So back off genius

I don`t need you to correct my broken English

You know that`s right

You ain`t white

So stop holding your ass tight

Cause you can`t pass

So why you keep trying to pass?

With your black ass

Mister Big

But in reality, you`re shorter than a midge

You only got yourself to blame

Get a grip, oreo and be true to the game




He continues to live in South Central Los Angeles

And he puts his money into projects that improve the neighborhood...>



Be true to the game!

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