You Ain't Gotta Lie Ta Kick It

(albüm: War & Peace Vol. 2: The Peace Disc - 2000)

[Chris Rock]
You ain't gotta lie ta kick it

[Ice Cube (verse one)]
I know ya like to see me doing bad
But i'm doing good, fuck the police that's rolling thru my neighborhood
Fucking peaker wood see me in the five speed
I don't care if his motherfucking eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, this is my world
Don't get mad when you see them hundred spokes twirl
Candied out while you spit yo' last on the pearl
The Don Daada, i'm hotta than holly watta
Wish i was your baby fatha, cuz i got a fucking head on my shoulder
And lead in my holster, face on the poster
The kinda nigga that you wanna get close ta'
But you can't so you start the lying
Just like that nigga that think he dying
Get ta crying, snitching and testifying
To all my people if i'm talkin 'bout your baby mama
When she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama

[Chris Rock]
Yo Cube, im goan have all da biches here

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it

Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey ain't call me back
But i just paged my auntie

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it

[Ice Cube]
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it

[Ice Cube (verse two)]
I'm a be as real as I can with this
Not just the fake analyst on canabis, who only say that the world is
Scandalist, without finding out a way to handle this
Dismantle this, either with the rhyme or the fist
How the fuck we get in the belly of this bitch?
I be rich if it wasn't for the snitch
Lying to the enemies, wild conspiracies
I'm a say this 'till the day that I die
Seven thirty fives bring on bitches lies
While you bullshiting, I'm hard hitting like
2pac, I keep spitting 'till my heart stop
Young niggas trying to tell me that i'm played
Once they say you played, nigga you must be payed (HA HA! huh ha)
Pushing weight since the tenth grade do my thing
Got more plaques than Jordan got rings, nigga saying

[Chris Rock]
Yo Cube, i got the new Biz 9000

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it

I got the Playstation in the windshield nigga!

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it

[Ice Cube]
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it

[Ice Cube (verse three)]
I hate to see your ass coming (yep), with your mouth running
Talking 'bout something (what?), that ain't meaning nothing
'Bout your second cousin (hmm), who be always buzzing
Where she was or wasn't, who she now fucking
Stories by the dozen Punch you got the sequel (what?)
To let you tell it Randy Moss is your people
It's evident, your ass lie like the president
But stretch marks on your mouth is the evidence (ha ha)
How the fuck can your friends be the benjamins?! (punk)
And your little ass car's full of fender benz
There you go on the stand with your hand up (lyin')
Testifying about a man that's in handcuffs
We should do you like the Mack said
And if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a black head
Let him ooze, let him loose
Let him lie by his motherfucking ass on the news (yeah yeah)

[Chris Rock]
Yo Cube, check out this ring, 69 karots

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it

It's Kryptonite nigga, Kryptonite!

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it

[Ice Cube]
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

--You ain't got to lie ta kick it

[repeat last 4 lines]

[Chris Rock ad lib outro...]