You Ain't Gotta Lie (Ta Kick It) (Feat. Chris Rock) - Ice Cube, Chris Rock

I know ya like to see me doin' bad

But I’m doin' good, fuck the police that’s rollin' thru my neighborhood

Fuckin' pecker wood see me in the five speed

I don’t care if his motherfuckin' eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)

This is my weed, this is my world

Don’t get mad when you see them hundred spokes twirl

Candied out while you spent yo' last on the pearl

The Don Daada, I’m hotta than holly watta

Wish i was your baby fatha, cuz I got a fuckin' head on my shoulder

And lead in my holster, face on the poster

The 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 mama

When she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama

Yo Cube, I’m gon' have all da bitches here

--You ain’t got to lie ta kick it--

Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey ain’t call me back

But I just paged my auntie

--You ain’t got to lie ta kick it--

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--

I’m a be as real as I can with this

Not just the fake analyst on cannabis

Who only say that the world is

Scandalous, without findin' out a way to handle this

Dismantle this, either with the rhyme or the fist

How the fuck we get in the belly of this bitch?

I be rich if it wasn’t for the snitch

Lyin' to the enemies, bout conspiracies

I’m a say this 'till the day that I die

Seven thirty fives bring on bitches lies

While you bullshitin', I’m hard hittin' like

2pac, I keep spittin' 'till my heart stop

Young niggas tryin' to tell me that I’m played

Once they say you played, nigga you must be paid (HA HA! huh ha)

Pushin' weight since the tenth grade do my thing

Got more plaques than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin'

Yo Cube, I got the new Benz 9000

--You ain’t got to lie ta kick it--

It got the PlayStation in the windshield nigga!

--You ain’t got to lie ta kick it--

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--

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 plus you got the sequel (what?)

To let you tell it Randy Moss is your people

It’s evident, your ass lie like the president

But 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 bends

There you go on the stand with your hand up (lyin')

Testifyin' about a man that’s in handcuffs

We should do you like the Mack said

And if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a black head

Let him ooze, let him loose

Let him lie by his motherfuckin' ass on the news (yeah yeah)

Yo Cube, check out this ring, 69 karats

--You ain’t got to lie ta kick it--

It’s Kryptonite nigga, Kryptonite!

--You ain’t got to lie ta kick it--

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--

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--