Lyrics
Dear Momma, If some people came by the house lookin for me
I’m innocent of anything they say I done
Now I don’t know when I’ll be able to write you again
But I will be back to California to see you
Your son, Ice-motherfucking-Cube
Keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run
I swear I didn’t do what they say I done
Keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run
I swear I didn’t do what they say I done
Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer
This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin for ya
Got to get the fuck out of here (yeah right)
This bitch dimmed the lights (nigga, spend the night)
Bust a quick nut, got the fuck up and got on
Cause this the same street I got shot on
So God bless the Impala double-S
I gotta holla cos I’m smokin on double stress
Tweakin, niggas be leakin, information
Got the feds seekin, incarceration
Niggas say my name popped up
Bitch hop up
Nigga close the shop up
They tryina stop up my cashflow
Leave me asshole naked (fuck!)
Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records
Nigga gettin skinny eating Denny’s
Count my pennies, only got a bag full of twenties
Listen, these Feds fishin for this extradition
I’m on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, dodge 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta kick rocks, I can’t pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-box
It’s so hard to get a room without a credit card
It’s so hard not to let 'em know where you are
Tried to get a Rent-A-Car
Whitey laughed when I showed him cash
Had to mash 'fore he called the Feds on my ass
Went to Vegas for the weekend
Met a ho down for freakin
Hey bitch, why you sneakin?
Grabbed the paper out her hand
Am I the man on the front page? (Fuck!)
Same height, same age (click-click)
Grab the gauge, put it down the G-way
Got my hostage suckin sausage on the freeway
She say let’s hit a Circle-K
Ran inside and made the niggas obey
It’s like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado
Robbed the for his wallet and my votto
That’s my motto and I gotta warn ya
Before I’m through, I’m going back to California
Keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run
I swear I didn’t do what they say I done
Listen, these Feds fishin for this extradition
I’m on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, dodge 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta kick rocks, I can’t pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-box
It’s my boys, Utah to Illinois
Settin decoys, so I can infiltrate
All fifty states
Can’t wait till I’m back on my feet
Switch and shake this bitch in her sleep
Low key you feds can’t see me
All up in D.C. with strike number three
Clownin, made a little stock to get a little cock
Now I got niggas bangin' in Little Rock
I’m going back to Cali westbound with my strikes
Don’t give a fuck who’s on the marin or the mic
I should’ve known when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby
Looking like he wanna rob me (Fuck!)
Federal, don’t like no black hetero-sexual, intellectual
Tried to turn me into a vegetable
An I’m 'a sue all black and blue
When I come to-hand cuff (Fuck y’all!)
Big grey bus, scandalous (Fuck you too!)
And they can’t stand us
They get excited and I tried to fight it (mama)
I’m going back to Cali for sure, extradited
Keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run
I swear I didn’t do what they say I done
Listen, these Feds fishin for this extradition
I’m on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, dodge 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta kick rocks, I can’t pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-box
Hey mama, when y’all send pictures you can’t send a polaroid
Got to be the regular pictures
An' they got us in here puttin' in computer chips or something
I don’t know. Like they playin with us, it’s like a game
It ain’t nuttin' but a game to them mama
It’s my life