Extradition

[Intro]

Dear Momma, 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

[Chorus]

Keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run

I swear I didn't do what they say I done

Keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run

I swear I didn't do what they say I done

[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 the fuck up and got on

Cause this the same street I got shot on

So God bless the Impala double-S

I gotta holla cos I'm smokin on double stress

Tweakin, niggas be leakin, information

Got the feds seekin, incarceration

Niggas 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 full of twenties

[Chorus]

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)

Grab the gauge, put it down the G-way

Got my hostage suckin sausage on the freeway

She say let's hit a Circle-K

Ran inside and made the niggas obey

It's like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado

Robbed 'em down, for his wallet and mavado

That's my motto and I gotta warn ya

Before I'm through, I'm going back to California

[Chorus]

Keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run

I swear I didn't do what they say I done

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 3]

It's 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 niggas 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!)

And they can't stand us

They get excited and I tried to fight it (mama)

I'm going back to Cali for sure, extradited

[Chorus]

Keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run

I swear I didn't do what they say I done

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

[Outro]

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