Ice Cube - The Predator lyrics

You can run but you can't hide from the westside Night stalker, sh** talker, run and tell them Mr L.M. n***a with the gat and I'm back Off the everyday prey that I slay Rolling with the fo' chase ya through South-Central Monkey-wrench ho's should know that, she'll get the balzac Cause I'm not staving, but f** that Johnny Carson ho' never had me on the Late Night Show Coming with the sh** that'll hitch Steady mobbing cause the flavours good There goes the neighbourhood n***a with the third album How come he don't fall off? Rolling with the sawed-off gauge Turn the page of the chapter, caught up in the rapture But you know Anita, she can get the Pita Eat 'em up yum, and your flawed Mutha-f** Billboard and the editor Here comes the Predator. Check your head for the new style f** Lawerence Powell and Presino, Wynd and Koon Pretty soon we'll f** them like they f**ed us and won't kiss 'em Riots ain't nothing but dodge for the system Fighting with the beast, no justice, no peace If any, even if we f** up Denny n***az are sick of your white mans tricks with no treat Thats right, now it's on, on sight You call me a m**m, no I'm not a resident, still got my vote in Farrakhan for president, a white America, I'm tearing ya A new a** ho', who's the n***a with the new black Strolling to your suburb house and I douse with gas Now who's cleaning up trash? Eat 'em up yum, and your flawed Mutha-f** Billboard and the editor Here comes the Predator. Get my black rag showing and I'm ?? Kiss my grips like Flo from or Mel's Diner I'm meaner than a mutha-f**ing Hyena, chasing Antelope Put a chrome to your dome, watch it bust like a Cantelope I can't stand a rope, so don't try to hang 'em Talk about dog's, boy I can sling 'em Ratta-tat-tat on your noggin Cause Ice will cream your a** like ?? chocolate I get crazy when I catch a rap Even be flipping the toungue like the diggity-dung Das-Efx So who is Ice Cube? I'm a rapper, actor, macker Got a little problem with the redneck cracka Get the polly, whack her, Jerry Heller is a devil sh**-packer Coming with a crazy pitch And the statue of Liberty ain't nothing but a lazy b**h Don't wanna give up the crack to the black But you call it racial, if we go and break the ho' But eat 'em up yum and your flawed Mutha-f** Billboard and the editor Here comes the Predator