Intro: (some 'dreadhead', won't translate to avoid offending)

Verse 1:

One, two, three and I come with the wicked
style and you know that I'm from the wicked
what_can_i_do?


it_was_a_good_day_(remix)


u_ain’t_gonna_take_my_life


ask_about_me

hook]
[Mr. Short Khop, (Ice Cube)]
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (a-yeay)
I check it in in the Mid-West (hustle, man)

we_had_to_tear_this_muthafucka_up

Intro: (*numerous men speaking*)

(Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the best of
our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are again

fuck_dying

* Korn appears instrumentally only, not lyrically

[+AD+] Ice Cube
Ice Cube!
[Cube] That's Don Mega to you you lil' cocksucker
[+AD+] I am the Angel of Death
A

back_from_hell_(remix)


greed

Now, if the greenbacks don't stack large on my side of the yard
I ain't fuckin with it
This cake has got to be all icing baby
Now I know I'm taking the biggest piece
but g

you_can_do_it

[Ice Cube]
Yeah, yeah
Get your ass and hurra
Uh, Ice Cube baby
Ninety-nine baby
I'm on the grind baby
All the time baby
Show me something

[M

you_ain’t_gotta_lie_ta_kick_it


cave_bitch

Give me a black goddess sister I can't resist her.
No stringy haired, blonde hair, blue eyed, pale skinned buttermilk complexion. Grafted, recessive,
depressive, ironing board backs

war_&_peace