Ice Cube with The Lench Mob I got it goin' on A nigga that's livin' in the city of the criminal zone One time can't keep the law in order 'Cause everybody's goin' crazy for a quarter You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area The way I'm talkin

You on that bullshit ain't you? Now, you on that bullshit ain't you? Yeah, yup, yeah, yup Everybody with me, nigga deep I got the 100's big faces like a mongoloid (God forgive me) I'm back on my bullshit They say we smoke, we gon' smoke You say we gon'

Only fools go through Jokers in the pack, shot me in the back Well how about that? I just wanna hold you, hold on tight Walking through the darkness I hear the host trumpets cry Oh I thought we'd live forever (Only fools go through) Now I'm in a few

Oh oh oh oh oh I won't let go now that I've found you Now that I've found you (found you, found you, found you) We come one tonight I've been waiting for your wake up call Growing stronger now I can hear it in a thunderstorm We sing, oh oh oh oh oh I

They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears Cause shit was hectic for me last year It appears that I've been marked for death My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary My eyes

Sing to the moon and the stars will shine Over you, lead you to the other side Over you, heaven's gonna turn the time Hey there you, shattered in a thousand pieces Weeping in the darkest nights Hey there you, try to stand up on your own two feet And

Hanging tough through thick and thin Kicking up dust wherever we go Just some roughed up desperados I can see that you and me are gonna be friends To the end you and me are gonna be friends There's a moment in this journey that I gave up My boots just

Whack for my daddy, oh Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da There's whiskey in the jar, oh Oh, oh, yeah As I was goin' over The Cork and Kerry Mountains I saw Captain Farrell And his money, he was countin' I first produced my pistol

That's too much sauce Patek Philippe, the plain one I got too much sauce Hermes in the A They let me know before I was famous I had too much sauce Audemars, Hublot now Too much sauce Got too much sauce

On, and on, and on, and on It was an ordinary day Until I saw you crawl around my way And the night goes On, and on, and on, and on (alright) On, and on, and on, and on (alright, alright, alright, alright, alright) Cocaine in the back, hard liquor to the