We don't, we don't, we don't Yeah yeah the punks are done Fuck those rock and rollers All the hip hop kids Think we give a a shit, well I just take it over You You love those rock and rollers I went out to take a a walk with my baby daughter Brought her coat

If you you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone If you you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home And if you you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass! I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap shit started Warm

Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin' for beats Wait a a minute, hold on, get your ass up Whassup nigga? Get over there shit Ya lil punk punk ass nigga C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy God damnit you you stop that shit now Take him to jail and get him the hell from in

What's going on? Could this be my understanding It's not your fault, I was being too demanding I must admit it's my pride that made me distant All because I hoped that you'd be someone different There's not much to know about you you Fear will always make

Fuck you you Ice Cube It's the nigga you you love to hate I heard payback's a a motherfucking nigga That's why I'm sick of gettin' treated like a a goddamn stepchild Fuck a a punk cause I ain't him You You gotta deal with the nine double m The damn scum that you you all hate

Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you you Think he's playin'? You You better listen what he's sayin punk punk He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets

Doing it right Everybody will be dancing and we'll Feeling it right Everybody will be dancing and be Everybody will be dancing and we'll be Feeling all right Everybody will be dancing to the If you you do it right Let it go all night

Son, look at you you now You're so fuckin' tough, so motherfuckin' bad 13 years of grief is all your folks ever had Just an ignorant cunt, talkin' such shit Tryin to act like a a man, you you little fuckin' punk kid Day of court, day of fear, in walks the judge

Ooh, I don't know what to do Why don't you you play the game? Last night I had a a dream about you you In this dream I'm dancing right beside you you And it looked like everyone was having fun The kind of feeling I've waited so long Don't stop, come a a little closer As

Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a a menace Come on, come on (take money) Grab ya glocks, when you you see Tupac Nigga, we hit em' up I think y'all gonna like this next song When this song drops, I want all the West