Extradition

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

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

Ghetto destroyer paranoia, I need a lawyer

This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin' for ya (what?)

Got to get the fuck out of here (yeah, right)

This bitch dimmed the lights (nigga, spend the night)

Bust a quick nut, got to fuck up and gat on

'Cause this the same street I got shot on

So God bless the Impala double-S

I gotta holla 'cause I'm smokin on double stress

Freakin, niggas be leakin', information

Got the feds seekin', incarceration

Niggas say my name popped up, bitch, hop up

Nigga close the shop up (shit), they try to stop 'em

My cash flow leave me asshole naked (fuck!)

Gone in 60 seconds, burn all records

Nigga gettin' skinny eating dinnies

Count my pennies, only got a bag full of 20s

Listen, these feds fishin' for this extradition

I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em

I gotta kick rocks, can't pick locks

Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-box

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

But he 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 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

Rap gauge, 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 niggas 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 'cause they got me on the run (uh)

I swear I didn't do what they say I done (I didn't do it)

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, dine 'em, ditch 'em

I gotta kick rocks, can't pick locks

Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-box

My boys, you're taught at Illonois

Set the poise, so I can infiltrate all 50 states

Can't wait 'til I'm back on my feet (what?)

Switch and shake this bitch 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 cock

Now I got niggas bangin' and lootin' rock

I'm going back to Cali where it's bound with my strikes (uh)

Don't give a fuck who's on the marin or the mic (what?)

I should've known when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby

Looking like he want to rob me (fuck)

Federal, don't like no black hetero, sexual, intellectual

Tried to turn me into a vegetable, an I'ma sue all black and blue

When I come to hand cuff (fuck you all), big grey bus, scandalous

'Cause they can't stand us

They get excited, and I try to fight it (mama)

I'm going back to Cali to show, extradited

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

Listen, these feds fishin' for this extradition

I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em

I gotta kick rocks, can't pick locks

Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-box

Hey mama, when you all send pictures you can't send a Polaroid

It 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 nothin' but a game to them mama

This my life