ICE CUBE The N**** Ya Love to Hate lyrics

I heard payback's a motherfucking nigga
That's why I'm sick of gettin' treated like a goddamn stepchild
Fuck a punk, 'cause I ain't him
You gotta deal with the nine-double-limb

The damn scum that you all hate
Just think if niggas decide to retaliate
And try to keep me from runnin' up
I never tell you to get down, it's all about comin' up

So what they do? Go and ban the A K
My shit wasn't registered any fuckin' way
So you better duck away, run and hide out
When I'm rollin' real slow and the light's out

'Cause I'm about to fuck up the program
Shootin' out the window of a drop-top Brougham
When I'm shootin' let's see who drop
The police, the media and suckers that went pop

And motherfuckers that say they too black
Put 'em overseas, they be beggin' to come back
They say keep 'em on gangs and drugs
You wanna sweep a nigga like me up under the rug

Kickin' shit called street knowledge
Why more niggas in the pen than in college?
Now 'cause of that line I might be your cellmate
That's from the nigga ya love to hate

Fuck you, Ice Cube!
Yeah, haha, it's the nigga you love to hate
Fuck you, Ice Cube!
Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me
It's the nigga you love to hate

Yo, you ain't doin' nothin', pops
Yo, you ain't doin' nothin', pops for the brothers
What you gotta say for yourself?
You don't like how I'm livin'? Well, fuck you!

Once again it's on, the motherfuckin' psycho
Ice Cube, the bitch killa, cap peeler
Yo runnin' through the line like Bo
It's no pot to piss in, I put my fist in

Now who do ya love to hate?
'Cause I talk shit and down the eight-ball
'Cause I don't fake, you're beggin' I fall off
The crossover, might as well cut them balls off

And get your ass ready for the lynchin'
The mob is droppin' common sense and
We'll gank in the pen, will shank
Any Tom, Dick and Hank or get the ass


Fake it ain't about how right or wrong you live
And how long you live, I ain't with the bullshit
I meet cold bitches, no hoes
Don't wanna sleep so I keep poppin' no-doz

And tell the young people what they gotta know
'Cause I hate when niggas gotta live low
And if you're locked up, I dedicate my style in
From San Quentin to Rykers Island

We got 'em afraid of the funky shit
I like to clown, so pump up the sound
In the jeep, make the old ladies say
"Oh my God", wait it's the nigga ya love to hate

Fuck you, Ice Cube, yeah come on, fool
It's the nigga you love to hate
Fuck you, Ice Cube, yeah run up, punk
It's the nigga you love to hate

Yo, who the fuck you think you are callin' girls bitches?
You ain't all that
That's all I hear, bitch, bitch
I ain't nobody's bitch, a bitch is a

Soul Train done lost they soul
Just call it Train, 'cause the bitches look like hoes
I see a lotta others, damn
It almost look like a bandstand

You ask me, did I like Arsenio
About as much as the Bicentennial
I don't give a fuck about dissin' these fools
'Cause they all scared of the Ice Cube

And what I say, what I portray and all that
And they ain't even seen the gat
I don't wanna see no dancin'
I'm sick of that shit, listen to the hit

'Cause yo, if I look and see another brother
On the video tryin' to out dance each other
I'm a tell T-Bone to pass the bottle
And don't give me that shit about role model

It ain't wise to chastise and preach
Just open the eyes of each
'Cause laws are made to be broken up
What niggas need to do is start lockin' up
And build, mold and fold theyself into shape
Of the nigga ya love to hate