Well I been dyin' Got to get that monkey off my back The fortune teller looked into my eyeballs The wrinkles on her face about to crack She said you best believe it, you ain't goin' nowhere Unless you get that monkey off your back Well, I made believe

We gonna burn all afternoon like it's something to smoke So baby I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll We got some laid back country tunes on the radio We gotta whole lot of nothing to do and no where to go Girl I've been at work all week Fingers

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

Faded off the kush I'm gone Only two years old when daddy brought them hookers home Looking like my grandma, my niggas got that ammo We jack son then light up the "L", Samuel Tunechi in this bitch nigga, y'all niggas bitch niggas Rats gone rat and snakes

You've got another thing comin' Out there is a fortune waiting to be had If you think I'll sit around as the world goes by You're thinkin' like a fool 'cause it's a case of do or die If you think I'll let you go you're mad One life I'm gonna live it up

Gotta make ya my baby Gotta make ya Wanna make ya my baby Wanna make ya She steps to the groove Her body in tune

And right out the other, It goes In One Ear, People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother, They say that we ain't got the style, We ain't got the class, We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map And I'm a phony in disguise, Trying to

Palms are fitted black and finely tuned He won't come down To triggers that cause bodies that tremble But this mud looks shallow from the beach When we hide behind such ugly faces And the dark eyed woman lifts her head "Why do we hide behind such ugly

Will a matchbox hold my clothes? But I woke up cold in hand Hey, sometimes I wonder, darling You know I haven't got so many You better pin'er up to your side Now, this tune should be easy for you to deal with All you gotta do is remember back home, You

And right out the other, It goes In One Ear, People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother, They say that we ain't got the style, We ain't got the class, We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map And I'm a phony in disguise, Trying to