Stop snitchin', nigga stop snitchin' Ice Cube (yeah!) Callin' from a California state penitentiary (Let me out this motherfucker) We got over two million motherfuckers locked up (Let me out this motherfucker) Stop snitchin' Now how many MC's must get

Why don't you come over 'bout a quarter to nine Bring all of your fam'ly and I will bring mine If I should bring my brothers, and you bring the others Then I can sing a song like Jeru, just for you Just for all the lovely people that you see in the road

Man-made shame You see my pain is real Watch my world dissolve And pretend that none of us see the fall As I turned to sand You took me by the hand And declared, that love prevails over all All of what remains

It set deeply in the west An' see if my woman's over there She won't even call me on the telephone When the sunrise in the east, lover Yeah, the sunrise in the east I've been lookin' for my lover An' I haven't found her yet I'm gonna call up China Well,

Waitin' on a woman Sittin' on a bench at West Town Mall He sat down in his overalls and asked me You waitin' on a woman I nodded yeah and said how 'bout you He said son since nineteen fifty-two I've been When I picked her up for our first date I told her

I still get jealous 'Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful And everybody wants a taste That’s why (that’s why) I turn my cheer music up And I’m puffing my chest You can call me obsessed It’s not your fault that they hover I mean no disrespect

City of angels, city of stars She shine brightest stone on that boulevard She introduced me to Jackson Brown Convertible rode me all over that town She always carried a Polaroid camera She always had that cold act glamour Well, she moved out there to

If tomorrow I found one more chance to begin I'd love you all over again Has it been ten years Since we said I do I've always heard marriage made one seem like two But you're looking better than you did back then You still make this old heart give in And

I'm fallin' Now I'm in over my head with something I said Completely misread I'm better off dead And now I can see How fake you can be This hypocrisy is beginning to get to me Over my head

It just a musical vibe Just a go to mi head I cannot keep it under cover, I cannot keep it under the shed Got to show it inna touch this how I make my bread Dem say this is easy, dat done than said Considering all, it is really another bread Must have fi