You Ain't Gotta Lie Ta Kick It Lyrics - Chris Rock

You ain't gotta lie ta kick it 

I know ya like to see me doin' bad 

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

Fuckin' peaker 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 smokes squirrel 

Candied out while you spit yo' last on the pearl 

The Don Daada, I'm hotta than holly watta 

Wish I was your baby father, cause 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 goin' have all da bitches here 

You ain't got to lie ta kick it 

Yo man fuck them bitches, they 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, wild 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 payed (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 Biz 9000 

You ain't got to lie ta kick it 

I 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 (hm), who be always buzzin' 

Where she was or wasn't, who she now fuckin' 

Stories by the dozen Punch 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 Benjamin's? (punk) 

And your little ass car's full of fender Benz 

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 karots 

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