Chucky Thompson - You Ain't Gotta Lie Ta Kick It lyrics

[Chris Rock] You ain't gotta lie ta kick it [Ice Cube] (verse one) {:02} I know ya like to see me doin' bad But I'm doin' good, f** the police that's rollin' thru my neighborhood f**in' pecker wood see me in the five speed I don't care if his motherf**in' 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 f**in' head on my shoulder And lead in my holster, face on the poster The kinda n***a that you wanna get close ta' But you can't so you start the lyin' Just like that n***a that think he dyin' Get ta cryin', snitchin' and testifyin' 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 f** dem b**hes, 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) {1:02} I'm a be as real as I can with this Not just the fake an*lyst on canabis, who only say that the world is Scandalous, without findin' out a way to handle this Dismantle this, either with the rhyme or the fist How the f** we get in the belly of this b**h? I be rich if it wasn't for the snitch Lyin' to the enemies, wild conspiracies I'm a say this 'till the day that I die Seven thirty fives bring on b**hes lies While you bullsh**in', I'm hard hittin' like 2pac, I keep spittin' 'till my heart stop Young n***as tryin' to tell me that I'm played Once they say you played, n***a you must be payed (HA HA! huh ha) Pushin' weight since the tenth grade do my thing Got more plaques than Jordan got rings, n***a sayin' [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 n***a! --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) {2:02} I hate to see your a** comin' (yep), with your mouth runnin' Talkin' 'bout somethin' (what?), that ain't meanin' nothin' 'Bout your second cousin (hmm), who be always buzzin' Where she was or wasn't, who she now f**in' Stories by the dozen Punch you got the sequel (what?) To let you tell it Randy Moss is your people It's evident, your a** lie like the president But stretch marks on your mouth is the evidence (ha ha) How the f** can your friends be the benjamins?! (punk) And your little a** car's full of fender benz There you go on the stand with your hand up (lyin') Testifyin' 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 motherf**in' a** 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 n***a, 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...]