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Ice Cube Black And White

ticket, Ice Cube and Obama American dream, Ice Cube and yo' mama The Terminator, are you Sarakana? Arnold Schwarzenegger, can kill who he wanna In California, they strap you to a gurney And

I went home and cocked the barrel of my shotgun It's gettin' critical - I start the five-point-oh There they go - drive real slow I yelled out "Ice Cube

cause the dobermans pinch And I won't play mine in the daytime Goddamn, here comes the canine Four legged copper that wants to use Ice Cube as a whopper

the wind and I know white men can't dunk Now I'm stealin blunts And it came from Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker Don't fuck with the black-owned

West Everything is great, slow down for the dip On a hundred and eight and keep mashin' Don't drink and drive to keep the fo' from crashin' Stashin' a glock and

, and my dog tried to fetch her Me and the dog's goin' out on a stretcher And I ain't with that, so I gotta get that Big black gat, aim and I hit that

yourself ya dumb nigga you Pretty soon hip-hop won't be so nice No Ice Cube, just Vanilla Ice And y'all sit and screamin' and cuss But there's no one

I went home and cocked the barrel of my shotgun It's gettin' critical - I start the five-point-oh There they go - drive real slow I yelled out "Ice Cube

told 'cause I didn't witness the whole act In and out was the movement of the bozack It was hot and sweaty and lots of pushin' Then the nut came gushin' And