Album Name

Amerikkka's Most Wanted

Artist

Ice Cube

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

1990.05.16

Release Agency

EMI

Endangered Species (Tales From The Darkside) - Ice Cube
Peace don't make me laugh
All I hear is motherfuckers
rappin' succotash
Livin' large tellin' me
to get out the gang
I'm a nigga gotta live
by the trigger
How the fuck do you figure
That I can say peace
and the gunshots will cease
Every cop killer goes ignored
They just send another
nigga to the morgue
A point scored
they could give a fuck about us
They rather catch us with guns
and white powder
If I was old they'd probably
be a friend of me
Since I'm young
they consider me the enemy
They kill ten of me
to get the job correct
To serve protect and
break a niggas neck
Cause I'm the one
with the trunk of funk
And Fuck tha Police
in the tape deck
You should listen to me
cause there's more to see
Call my neighborhood a ghetto
cause it houses minorities
The other color don't know
you can run but not hide
These are tales from the darkside

You wanna free Africa
I stare at yuh
Cause we ain't got
it too good in America
I can't fuck with them overseas
My homeboy died
over a key of cocaine
It was plain and simple
The 9mm went to the temple
was the sound
I put the bitch down
And ran to the schoolyard bathroom
Looked in the trash
can yo it had room
So I ducked my ass
in it for a minute
Covered with trash
I had to lay back
Mad as fuck
thinkin' about the payback
Tonight the crew gonna
have a little fun
I went home and
cut the barrel of my shotgun
It's gettin' critical I stole a 5.0
I let it go drive real slow
I yelled out Ice Cube sucker
The shot-gun kicked
and it murdered motherfuckers
I told you last album
When I got a sawed off
bodies are hauled off
It’s a shame that niggas die young
But to the light side
it don't matter none
It'll be a drive by homicide
But to me it’s just another
tale from the dark side
Standing in the middle of war
In the middle we flex
When we die we won't make Jet
Ebony can't see to the light side
The term they apply to us is a nigga
Call it what you want
cause I'm comin' from the coroner
Sayin my rhymes with a Ph.D.
Who's black don't wanna role
sells his soul
Watch his head go rollin'
Who the fuck are they foolin'
Nobody knows but I suppose
the color of my clothes
Matches the color
of the one on my face
As they wonder
whats under my waist
Standin' on the verge
of them gettin' brown
That's a fact got a fear
on their bozack
Run run run their ass off
they can not hide
Yet Cube
they can't fuck with the darkside