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ft. Chris Rock[Chris Rock]You ain't gotta lie ta kick it[Ice Cube (verse one)]I know ya like to see me doin' badBut i'm doin' good, fuck the police that's rollin' thru my neighborhoodFuckin' peaker wood see me in the five speedI don't care if his motherfuckin' eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)This is my weed, this is my worldDon't get mad when you see them hundred spokes twirlCandied out while you spit yo' last on the pearlThe Don Daada, i'm hotta than holly wattaWish i was your baby fatha, cuz i got a fuckin' head on my shoulderAnd lead in my holster, face on the posterThe kinda nigga that you wanna get close ta'But you can't so you start the lyin'Just like that nigga that think he dyin'Get ta cryin', snitchin' and testifyin'To all my people if i'm talkin 'bout your baby mamaWhen 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 fuck dem bitches, dey ain't call me backBut 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)]I'm a be as real as I can with thisNot just the fake analyst on canabis, who only say that the world isScandalist, without findin' out a way to handle thisDismantle this, either with the rhyme or the fistHow the fuck we get in the belly of this bitch?I be rich if it wasn't for the snitchLyin' to the enemies, wild conspiraciesI'm a say this 'till the day that I dieSeven thirty fives bring on bitches liesWhile you bullshitin', I'm hard hittin' like2pac, I keep spittin' 'till my heart stopYoung niggas tryin' to tell me that i'm playedOnce they say you played, nigga you must be payed (HA HA! huh ha)Pushin' weight since the tenth grade do my thingGot more plaques than Jordan got rings, nigga 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 nigga!--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)]I hate to see your ass 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 fuckin'Stories by the dozen Punch you got the sequel (what?)To let you tell it Randy Moss is your peopleIt's evident, your ass lie like the presidentBut stretch marks on your mouth is the evidence (ha ha)How the fuck can your friends be the benjamins?! (punk)And your little ass car's full of fender benzThere you go on the stand with your hand up (lyin')Testifyin' about a man that's in handcuffsWe should do you like the Mack saidAnd if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a black headLet him ooze, let him looseLet him lie by his motherfuckin' ass 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 nigga, 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...]more