[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
I heard payback's a motherf**ing n***a
That's why I'm sick of getting treated like a goddamn stepchild
f** a punk cause I ain't him
You gotta deal with the nine-double-M
The day is coming that you'll all hate
Just think if n***as decide to retaliate
They try to keep me from running up
I never tell you to get down—it's all about coming up
So what they do? Go and ban the AK
My sh** wasn't registered any f**ing way
So you better duck away, run and hide out
When I'm rolling real slow and the lights out
Cause I'm about to f** up the program
Shooting out the window of a drop-top Brougham
When I'm shooting, let's see who drop
The police, the media, and s**ers that went pop
And motherf**ers that say they too black
Put 'em overseas they be begging to come back
And say we promote gangs and d**
You wanna sweep a n***a like me up under the rug
Kicking sh** called street knowledge
Why more n***as in the pen than in college?
Now cause of that line I might be your cellmate
That's from the n***a ya love to hate
[Hook]
[f** you Ice Cube]
Yeah haha it's the n***a you love to hate
[f** you Ice Cube]
[Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me]
It's the n***a you love to hate
[Yo you ain't doin' nothin positive. Yo, you ain't doin' nothin positive for the brothers what you gotta say for yourself.]
You don't like how I'm living? Well, f** you
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Once again it's on, the motherf**ing psycho
Ice Cube the b**h k**a, cap peeler
Yo, running through the line like Bo, there's no pot to piss in
I put my fist in
Now, who do ya love to hate?
Cause I talk sh** and down the eight-ball cause I don't fake
You're begging I fall off
The crossover, might as well cut them balls off
And get your a** ready for the Lenching
The Mob is dropping common sense and
We'll gank in the pen, we'll shank
Any Tom, Dick and Hank, and get the a**
Spanked -- it ain't about how right or wrong you live
But how long you live
I ain't with the bullsh**
I meet mo' b**hes, mo' hoes
Don't wanna sleep so I keep popping No-Doz
And tell the young people what they gotta know
Cause I hate when n***as gotta live low
And if you're locked up I dedicate my stylin'
From San Quentin to Rikers Island
We got 'em afraid of the funky sh**
I like to clown so pump up the sound
In the jeep, make the old ladies say
"Oh my god—break, it's the n***a ya love to hate"
[Hook]
[f** you Ice Cube]
Yeah come on fool it's the n***a you love to hate
[f** you Ice Cube]
Yeah what up punk it's the n***a you love to hate
[Yo, who the f** you think you are callin' us b**hes. You ain't all that, all I hear is this b**h. I ain't nobody's b**h]
A b**h is a...ohhhh
[Verse 3: Ice Cube]
Soul Train done lost they soul
Just call it train cause the b**hes look like hoes
I see a lotta others damn
It almost look like the Bandstand
You ask me: "did I like Arsenio?"
About as much as the Bicentennial
I don't give a f** about dissing these fools
Cause they all scared of the Ice Cube
And what I say, what I portray and all that
And ain't even seen the gat
I don't wanna see no dancing
I'm sick of that sh** -- listen to the hit
Cause yo if I look and see another brother
On the video trying to out-dance each other
I'ma tell T-Bone to pa** the bottle
And don't give me that sh** about role model
It ain't wise to chastise and preach
Just open the eyes of each
Cause laws are made to be broken up
What n***as need to do is start loc-ing up
And build mold and fold theyself into shape
Of the n***a you love to hate