Givin' Up The Nappy Dugout
Ice Cube · Death Certificate
A queen treatinÂ’ niggas just like king tut.
GobbinÂ’ up nuts, sorta like a hummingbird,
SuckinÂ’ up the lench mob crew, and IÂ’m cominÂ’ third.
Used to get straight-A's, now sheÂ’s just skippinÂ’ class.
Oh my, do I love to grip the hips and ass.
Only 17, with a lot of practice on black boysÂ’ jimmys and white boyÂ’s cactus.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, but I gotta be brief:
A lotta niggas like bustinÂ’ nuts in her teeth.
Drink it up, drink it up, even though sheÂ’s catholic,
That donÂ’t mean shit, cuz sheÂ’s givinÂ’ up the ass quick.
Quicker than you can say "candy", the bitch is on my snicker...and oh man she
Can take on three men built like he-men;
Her little-bitty twat got gallons of semen.
Fourteen niggas in line ready to bang your
Pride-and-joy, I mean daddyÂ’s little angel.
Tell the bitch to get her ass out the house,
Cuz your daughterÂ’s known for givinÂ’ up the nappy dugout.
Chorus, 2x: I got a big old ding-a-ling, and if that bitch remains,
IÂ’m gonna do my thing, with your dauuuughter!
Mister, mister, before you make me go,
IÂ’m here to let you know your little girl is a hoe.
Nympho, nympho, boy is she bad; get her all alone and out come the kneepads.
I know sheÂ’s a minor and it is illegal,
But the bitch is worse than vanessa del rio.
And if you decide to call rape, we got the little hooker on tape, now:
Tell the fuckinÂ’ slut to please hurry up,
And wear that dress thatÂ’s tight on her butt,
So I can finger-fuck on the way to the bed,
Been in so many rooms, she got a dot on her forehead.
Face turninÂ’ red from grabbinÂ’ them ankles.
Fuck and get up is how I do them stank-hoes.
You should hear how she sounds with a cock in her,
Boots get knocked from here to czechoslovakia.
Two on top, one on the bottom;
First nigga got the boots, man, you shoulda shot Â’im.
Cuz after I got Â’em it was over. now niggas get lucky like a four-leaf clover.
On daddyÂ’s little girl.
She keeps nuts in her mouth like the bitch was a squirrel.
So tell sheryl to bring her ass home,
Cuz the line at my house is gettinÂ’ loooooooong, and....
Chorus
("givinÂ’ up the nappy, givinÂ’ up the nappy....")
Givin' Up The Nappy Dugout
Released on Death Certificate, "Givin' Up The Nappy Dugout" stands as a defining track in Ice Cube's discography, capturing the raw energy and social commentary characteristic of his West Coast G-Funk era. The recording features Cube's signature delivery, blending rhythmic flow with themes of street life and community struggle that became central to his artistic identity. As a key component of the Death Certificate album, the song reflects the gritty aesthetic and narrative focus found throughout his work during the early 1990s. It remains a staple in discussions of the genre's evolution and Cube's enduring influence on hip-hop culture, showcasing his ability to merge personal experience with broader social narratives in a way that resonated globally.