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ice cube - extradition lyrics

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dear mama, 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-m-th-rf-cking-cube

keep my hand on my gun ‘cos they got me on the run
i swear i didn’t do what they say i done
keep my hand on my gun ‘cos they got me on the run
i swear i didn’t do what they say i done

ghetto destroyer, paranoia, i need a lawyer
this b-tch named netoia, say they lookin’ for ya
got to get the f-ck out of here, yeah right
this b-tch dimmed the lights, n-gg-, spend the night

bust a quick nut, got to f-ck up and gat on
‘cos this the same street i got shot on
so god bless don polla, double s
i gotta holla ‘cos i’m smokin’ on double breath

freakin’, n-gg-z be leakin’, information
got the feds seekin’, incarceration
n-gg-z say my name popped up, b-tch hop up
n-gg- close the shop up, they try to stop ’em

my cash flow leave me -sshole neck it
‘gone in sixty seconds’, burn all records
n-gg- gettin’ skinny eating dinnies
count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties

listen, these feds fishin’ for this extradition
i’m on a mission, f-ck ’em, fight ’em, dine ’em, ditch ’em
i gotta kick rocks, i can’t pick locks
or spend the rest of my life in a sh-ts bath

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 rented car, why’d he laughed when i showed him cash
had to mash ‘fore he called the feds on my -ss

went to vegas for the weekend, met a hoe down freakin’
hey b-tch, why you sneakin’?
grabbed the paper out her hand
am i the man on the front page, same height, same age

rap gage, put it down the g-way
got my hostage suckin’ sausage on the freeway
she say, “let’s hear the circle k”
ran inside and made the n-gg-z all pay

it’s like i hit the lotto outside colorado
brought it there for his wallet and my bottle
that’s my motto and i gotta warn ya
before i’m through, i’m going back to california

keep my hand on my gun ‘cos they got me on the run
i swear i didn’t do what they say i done
keep my hand on my gun ‘cos 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, f-ck ’em, fight ’em, dine ’em, ditch ’em
i gotta kick rocks, i can’t pick locks
or spend the rest of my life in a sh-t bath

my boys utah to illinois
set the poise, so i can infiltrate
all fifty states, can’t wait till i’m back on my feet
switch and shake this b-tch in her sleep

low key, you feds can’t see me
i’m up in d.c. with strike number three
clownin’, made a little stock to get a little c-ck
now i got n-gg-z bangin’ and lootin’ rock

i’m going back to cali where it’s bound with my strikes
don’t give a f-ck who’s on the marin or the mic
i should’ve known when i seen that motherf-cker in the lobby
looking like he wanna rob me

federal, don’t like no black hetero s-xual, intellectual
tried to turn me into a vegetable
an i’m ‘a sue all black and blue
when i come to hand cuff

big gray bus, scandalous
‘cos they can’t stand us
they get excited and i try to fight it
i’m going back to cali for show, extradited

keep my hand on my gun ‘cos they got me on the run
i swear i didn’t do what they say i done
keep my hand on my gun ‘cos 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, f-ck ’em, fight’ em, dine ’em, ditch ’em
i gotta kick rocks, i can’t pick locks
or spend the rest of my life in a sh-t bath

hey mama, when y’all send pictures you can’t send a polaroid
they 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

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