Текст, перевод и аккорды “Extradition”
- [Ice Cube Talking] Dear Mum, 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 [Hook 1] Keep my hand on my gun cos they got me on the run I swear I didn't do what they say I done (x2) [Verse 1] 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 to fuck up and gat on Cos this the same street I got shot on So God bless the Impala double-S I gotta holla cos I'm smokin on double breasts Tweakin, niggaz be leakin, information Got the feds seekin, incarceration Niggaz 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 fulla twenties [Hook 2] 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 [Verse 2] 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) Rap gauge, put it down the G-way Got my hostage suckin sausage on the freeway She say let's hit or suck ok? Ran inside and made the niggaz all pay It's like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado Brought a ??? 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 [Hook 1] [Hook 2] [Verse 3] 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 niggaz 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!) Cos they can't stand us They get excited and I tried to fight it (mama) I'm going back to Cali for sure, extradited [Hook 1] [Hook 2] [Ice Cube talking] 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
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