Jackin' For Beats

"Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up"

"Whassup nigga?"

"Get over there, shit"

'Ya lil' punk, ass nigga"

"C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy"

"God damnit, you stop that shit now"

"Take him to jail and get him the hell from in front of this house"

"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 ganked

I get away from a copper

Drop a dime, I'll break you off somethin' proper

With the L E N C H M O B

T-Bone and that's J D

And here's how we'll greet ya

Stop fool, come off that beat ya

Feel dumb 'cuz you're caught in the dark

(Ya lil' nuttin' ass mark)

Raise up, 'cuz 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

'Cuz you'll get banked somethin' sweet

Ice Cube and the Lench Mob is jackin' for beats

Play it jack

Play it jack

Play it, play it, play it jack

Huh and even if you're down with my crew

(Yo chuck man, I don't understand this man)

(Yo, 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

And I keep stealin'

Ice Cube'll make it funky

But right about now, let's get up in 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 jackin' at night, say hi to the three fifty-seven I'm packin'

And it sounds so sweet

Ice Cube and the Lench Mob is jackin' for beats

Play it jack

Play it jack, jack

Play it, play it jack

Ice Cube, take a funky beat and re-shape

Locate a dope break and then I break it

And give it that gangsta 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 'cuz you know that I love to

Jack a fool for his beat and then I'm out

So when I come to your town don't crowd me

'Cuz 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

'Cuz suckers can't fade the Cube

And if I jack you and you keep comin'

I'll have you marks a hundred miles and running

Stop, stop, stop, stop

Sa-prize, niggaz