Jackin’ for Beats

[Intro]

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!

[Verse 1]

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-Dee

And here's how we'll greet ya

Stop fool, come off that beat ya

Feel dumb cause you're caught in the dark

(Ya lil' nuttin' ass mark)

Raise up, cause 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

'Cause you'll get banked somethin' sweet

Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob, is jackin' for beats

[Verse 2]

Huh, and even if you're down with my crew

*Yo Chuck man, I don't understand this man

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 thump

But right about now - *let's get over 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' and mackin'

Say hi to the three fifty-seven I'm packin'

And it sounds so sweet

Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob, is jackin' for beats

[Verse 3]

Ice Cube, I take a funky beat and reshape it

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 'cause you know that I love to

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

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

'Cause 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

'Cause suckers can't fade the Cube

And if I jack ya and ya keep comin'

I have you marks a hundred miles and runnin'

*stop stop stop stop stop!

Sa-prize, niggas*