Rollin’ Wit The Lench Mob Ice Cube

[Intro]
Yo, T-Bone
(What up, D?)
Yo man these motherfuckers steppin' to me man talkin' 'bout The Lench Mob ain't in e-fizz-ect!
(Motherfuckers pc yo boy tyrna fit everybody panic)
Word 'em up, matter of fact I oughta cuff 'em like a brand new pair of Levi's!
(Like roll them motherfuckers up like a f-f-fat ass joint!)
Word 'em up!

[Verse 1]
You can't fuck with the criminal
Rappin' over gangsta shit
First I load the clip, and then I make the hit
I know some of y'all can't fade this
Lench Mob niggas are the craziest
So you and your boys are ass-out
When I'm rollin in a seven-deuce glass house
The Mob ain't nothing but a menace
When we get the motherfucking dog in us
Playing them oldies
I'm pourin' out some of my beer for my homies
Ready to peel your cap
You can't believe "Faces of Death" on wax
Some say the Mob ain't positive
Man fuck that shit, 'cause I gots to live
How I live and you could either give a fuck punk
Yo or get your ass bucked
Some rappers are heaven-sent
But Self-Destruction don't pay the fuckin' rent
So you can either sell dope or get your ass a job
I'd rather roll it wit the Lench Mob