Artist/Band:
Ice Cube
Lyrics for Song: Endangered Species (Tales From The Darkside)
Lyrics for Album: AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted
Peace. haha donÂ’t make me laugh!
All I hear is muthafuckerÂ’s talkinÂ’ sucotash
LivinÂ’ large, tellinÂ’ me to get out the gang
IÂ’m a nigga, gotta live by the trigger
How the fuck do you figure?
That I can say peace and the gunshots wonÂ’t cease
Every cop killinÂ’ 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, theyÂ’d probably be a friend of me
Since IÂ’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
Cuz IÂ’m the one with the trunk of funk
And Â’fuck tha policeÂ’ in the tape deck
You should listen to me cuz thereÂ’s more to see
Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities
The other color donÂ’t know you can run but not hide
These are tales from the darkside...
Verse two:
You wanna free africa, I stare at yuh
Cuz we ainÂ’t got it too good in america
I canÂ’t fuck with them overseas
My homeboy died over a key of cocaine
It was plain and simple
The 9mm went pop to the temple
pop pop pop 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 sweat I had the layback
Mad as fuck, thinkinÂ’ about the payback
Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun
I went home and cocked the barrel of my shotgun
ItÂ’s gettinÂ’ critical - I start the five point o
There they go - drive real slow
I yelled out Â’ice cube suckaÂ’
Shot gun hit - and murder mutahfuckers
I told you last album, when I got a sawed off, bodies are hard off
Its a shame, that niggas die young
But to the light side it donÂ’t matter none
ItÂ’ll be a drive by homicide
But to me itÂ’s just another tale from the darkside...
Verse three: chuck d
Standing in the middle of war
The middle we flex
When we die, they wonÂ’t make check
Ebony canÂ’t see to the darkside
The term they apply to us is a nigga
Call it what you want, cuz IÂ’m cominÂ’ from the coroner
Same applies with a phd
WhoÂ’z black - donÂ’t wanna role - sells his soul
Watch his head go rollinÂ’
Who the fuck are they foolinÂ’?
Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes
Matches the color of the one on my face as they wonder whatÂ’s under my waist
[standin on the verge] of them gettinÂ’ brown
Thats a fact got a fear on their bozack
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide
Yet cube, they canÂ’t fuck with the darkside!
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