Chuck D - Sticka lyrics

[Ice-T] That's f**ed up... where your bodyguards at Godfather? Chillin [Chuck D] You know, every now and then I think people want to hear something from us, nice and easy But there's just one thing you see We never (never) ever (ever) do (do) nothin nice and easy We always gotta do it hard and rough We're gonna take the meaning of this song, and make it hard But at the same time, we're gonna do the style rough (rough) And we're bout to let you know that we (can't) can't get with censorship And the bottom line is that the sticka ain't sh** Hit me off one The boom, the boom, the boom Verse One: Chuck D Ha! I take the sticka, wear it like a badge you can pick a Buckwild style raw like a hardcore Jack the Ripper Can't take away my freedom I'm, gettin some Run run against censorship like a slave ship I'm having none of this racist, hit or miss I'm like a doc on the rock, I gotta cut it off I won't let em off and don't forget em Remember the Feds said to a n***a, "Go get him" And all I got left is a swift def rough rhythm and rhyme And a piece of my mind, yo! And now I got a little help from my friends Cause you know I can't do it myself Can I get some help? (Yes yes you can!) Ah can I get some help? (Yes yes you can!) Ah can I get some help, y'all? (Yes yes you can!) Well, can I get another (the boom) boom (the boom) Boom (the boom) boom (the boom) boom We laugh at the sticka, ha ha ha sticka (Repeat 3X) C'mon Terminator can I get another hit? (Yeah) We laugh at the sticka, ha ha ha sticka (Repeat 3X) So here's another motherf**er kickin that sh**! Verse Two: Ice-T Bang, motherf**er, bang, I kick street slang Cause this is a G Thang so I'ma let my nuts hang n***a; I pull the trigga, blow out your f**in guts Violent? Yeah, I'm the LA MC tyrant Huh, the bigga the sticka the bigga the bank, thanks I gank punks, funk trunks and give a f** bout what a censor think Ice n***a, Ice n***a step and die twice n***a Rollin with the X, yo censor this, b**h! I rock the ill rhymes, you trip you get flatlined It's war time, soft MC's hear a beat and it's bore time Yo, no pretendin, I'm independent Cause I k** cops yo n***a Warner got dropped We laugh at the sticka, ha ha ha sticka (Repeat 3X) So here's another motherf**er kickin that sh**! Verse Three: MC Lyte Yeah! You say sticka, I say 'Who gives a f**?' I don't front, I do what I want and I'm runnin amuck "Don't do this, accentuate the positive" You want Positive? I'll show you where that n***a live Cause if I'm positive, it's cause I choose to be that way Not cause you told me to, cause this ain't no Simon Say It's representin that I like it like this Two sh**s, three f**s, and one bad motherf**in b**h (Ha ha ha sticka. So here's another motherf**er kickin that sh**) Verse Four: Ice Cube How the f** you think you're gonna stop me with a sticka? (b**h) I'm under twenty-one still gettin liquor Buckin n***as down on Sega Now I got my nine like Arnold Schwarzeneggar Terminator X rock and roll, if you're able (Yep) Checkin out the Playboy Channel on cable Wish I had a missile like they showed on CNN Desert Storm I'm just gettin warm k** em and k** em and then watch it drop And they'll let me, blame it on 2Pac Say 2 Live Crew, and you jerk out Show the same amount of a** on the Jane Fonda workout You wish I was in church, in the right attire To see Jimmy Swaggart, f** the whole choir (Wa**up) How the f** you think you gonna punk me? When Elvis was a motherf**in junkie! A fat a** slob and a tramp Now we need to put Cypress Hill on a stamp From my n***a Ice-T, all the way to Chuck D See, we down and you can't seem to f** me With a sticka so now I guess ya figure You'll have to k** a n***a, and that's when it's on (b**h!)