Jackin' For Beats

Things are different when you're out with your buddies

So, let's go back to your family

Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass out

What's up, nigga?

Get over there

What's going down with your punk ass, nigga (Shit)

Come here, come here

Goddamnit, you stop that shit now

Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man

What's up?

Wait a minute, wait a minute

Give me that beat, fool

It's a full time jack move

Chili Chill y'all, homie make the track move

And I'd jack any Tom, Dick and Hank

That's the name of the suckers I done gamed

I'll get away from a copper

Drop a dime, I'll break you off something proper

With the L-E-N-C-H-M-O-B

T-Bone and that straight D

And here's how we'll greet ya

Stop fool, come on with that beat ya

Feel dumb 'cause you caught in the dark

Your little nothing-ass Martin

Raise up 'cause you can't have it back

You said, I ain't never got guff like that

Off the end of the gat you choke

Short Dog's in the house (What up, dog?)

Nothing but a comma

Give me that bass and don't try and run up

'Cause you'll get banked something sweet

Ice Cube and the Lench Mob is jackin' for beats

And even if you're down with my crew

(Yo, Chuck, man, I don't understand this, man)

(Yo, you gotta slow down) I jack them too

And throw a brick

Kick that bass and look what we did

Paid to play and made a few mill

(This is a journey) and I keep still

Ice Cube'll make you bump

But right about now (Let's get over the hump)

But I don't party and shake my butt

I leave that to the brothers with the funny haircuts

And it'll drive you nuts

Steal your beat and give it that gangster touch

Like jackin' and mackin'

Say hi to the .357 I'm packing

And it sound so sweet, Ice Cube and the Lench Mob

Is jackin' for beats

(1, 2, 3) Ice Cube

I take a funky beat and we shake it

Locate a dope break and then I break it

And give it that gangster lean

Dead in your face as I turn up the bass

I make punk suckers run and duck for cover

Don't try and hide, 'cause you know that I loved her

Jack a fool boys beat and I'm out

So when I come to your town, don't crowd me

'Cause I know you're gonna wanna kick it with me

But I know none of y'all can get with me

So you think you're protected

Well you are till you put a funky beat on a record

Then I have to show, improve and use your groove

'Cause suckers can't fade the tubes

And if I jack you and you keep coming

I'll have you marked a hundred miles and running