The Game Lord Ice Cube

[Verse 1]
I love chrome and paint, lookin for some motherfuckin corners to bank
West coast what the fuck you thank?
Everybody here off weed and drank (everybody)
Before you check my rims
When you leave the parking lot, check ya limbs
You better check your friends
And see if your baby momma left with them
Blacks and Mexicans, stop all that bullshit in the pen
Understand that it's us verses them
They can give a fuck if we sink or swim
They give us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
I got to show my ass
To thank these motherfuckas for my past
In South Central, Los Angeles Grandmama smoke cannabis
Granddaughter wanna dance and shit
Her own momma can't stand the bitch

[Hook] - repeat 2X
If you fuckin' up, pray to the game lord
Wanna bust a nut, Pray to the game lord
Nigga get ya cup, pray to the game lord
You can throw it up, pray to the game lord

[Verse 2]
I love where I from, hungry ass niggas better get you some
Smart ass niggas play dumb
Y'all can't fuck with the city I run
If I snap my fingers, better curl up just like a fetus
I hope you know Jesus
Because if you don't, boy you will see us
(Where?) Up in your house, two double barrels up in your mouth
You got some 'splainin to do
And don't get to lyin' cause we aiming at you
(Ooohh!) It's a doggy dog world baby, you a nut and I'mma squirrel baby
Can I get ya in my world baby?
Can ya grease my Jheri curl baby
Did you flip yo' wig
To let Michael Jackson baby sit yo' kids
That nigga old as hell
They need to throw the motherfuckin' momma in jail, let 'em know