
Extradition Ice Cube
"Extradition" by Ice Cube, released in 1991, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of justice, racial profiling, and systemic oppression. The lyrics depict Cube's struggles against law enforcement and the legal system. Musically, it features hard-hitting beats and sharp lyrics, making a significant cultural impact in the realm of social commentary.

[Intro]
Dear Momma, If some people came by the house lookin for me
I'm innocent of anything they say I done
Now I don't know when I'll be able to write you again
But I will be back to California to see you
Your son, Ice-motherfucking-Cube
[Chorus]
Keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done
Keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done
[Verse 1]
Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer
This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin for ya
Got to get the fuck out of here (yeah right)
This bitch dimmed the lights (nigga, spend the night)
Bust a quick nut, got the fuck up and got on
Cause this the same street I got shot on
So God bless the Impala double-S
I gotta holla cos I'm smokin on double stress
Tweakin, niggas be leakin, information
Got the feds seekin, incarceration
Niggas say my name popped up
Bitch hop up
Nigga close the shop up
They tryina stop up my cashflow
Leave me asshole naked (fuck!)
Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records
Nigga gettin skinny eating Denny's
Count my pennies, only got a bag full of twenties
Dear Momma, If some people came by the house lookin for me
I'm innocent of anything they say I done
Now I don't know when I'll be able to write you again
But I will be back to California to see you
Your son, Ice-motherfucking-Cube
[Chorus]
Keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done
Keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done
[Verse 1]
Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer
This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin for ya
Got to get the fuck out of here (yeah right)
This bitch dimmed the lights (nigga, spend the night)
Bust a quick nut, got the fuck up and got on
Cause this the same street I got shot on
So God bless the Impala double-S
I gotta holla cos I'm smokin on double stress
Tweakin, niggas be leakin, information
Got the feds seekin, incarceration
Niggas say my name popped up
Bitch hop up
Nigga close the shop up
They tryina stop up my cashflow
Leave me asshole naked (fuck!)
Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records
Nigga gettin skinny eating Denny's
Count my pennies, only got a bag full of twenties
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