Jackin' For Beats

Things are different when you out with your buddies
So-so-so, so let's go back, so let's go back, so let's go back to your family
Wait a minute, hol' up, get your ass up
Whassup nigga?
Get over there, shit
Ya lil' punk ass nigga
Come here, come here, come here, boy

God-damn it, you stop that shit now
Take him to jail and get him the hell from in front of this house
Gonna hurt him, man
Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man
Whassup?
Wait a minute?
There are police, go

Give me that beat, fool, it's a full-time jack move
Chilly Chill, yo homie make the track move
And I'll jack any Tom, Dick and Hank
That's the name of the suckers, I done ganged
I get away from a copper
Drop a dime, I'll break you off something proper
With the L-E-N-C-H-M-O-B
T-Bone and that's J-Dee

And here's how we'll greet ya'll
Stop fool, come off that beat ya'll
Feel dumb 'cause you're caught in the dark
(Ya lil' nuttin' ass, Mark)
Rise up, 'cause you can't have it back
You said, "I ain't never got gaffled like that"
Off the end of the gat, you choke

Short Dog's in the house (Whattup loc?)
Nuttin' but a come up
Gimme that bass, and don't try to run up
'Cause you'll get banked something sweet
Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob, is jacking for beats

Life jacket (afraid of nothing)
Life jacket, life-life-life jacket

Huh, and even if you're down with my crew
Yo, Chuck man, I don't understand this man
You got to slow down
I jack them too
And then we'll freak it
Kick that bass, and look what we did
Fade the grade, played, and made a few mil' (this isn't done)
And I keep stealing
Ice Cube will make it thump
But right about now (let's get over the hump)

But I don't party and shake my butt
I leave that to the brothers with the funny haircuts
And it'll drive you nuts
Steal your beat, and give it that gangsta touch
Like jacking and macking
Say hi to the three fifty-seven I'm packing
And it sounds so sweet
Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob, is jacking for beats

Life jacket (sorry to interrupt)
Life jack-jacket (sorry to interrupt), life jacket
One, two, three

Ice Cube, I take a funky beat and reshape it
Locate a dope break, and then I break it
And give it that gangster lean
Dead in your face, as I turn up the bass
I make punk suckers run and duck because
I don't try to hide, 'cause you know that I love to
Jack a fool for his beat, and then I'm outie
So when I come to your town, don't crowd me

'Cause I know, you're gonna wanna kick it with me
But I know, none of y'all can get with me
So you think you're protected?
Well you are, 'til you put a funky beat on a record
Then I have to show and prove and use your groove
'Cause suckers can't fade the Cube
And if I jack ya and you keep coming
I have you marks a hundred miles and running

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Surprise, nigga