Stop Snitchin' Lyrics - Laugh Now, Cry Later - Ice Cube

Ice Cube yeah! 

Callin' from a California state penitentiary 

Let me out this muthafucker 

We got over two million muthafuckers locked up 

Let me out this muthafucker 

Stop snitchin' 

Now how many MC's must get booed 

Before somebody say don't fuck with Cube you know! 

I'll strip you in your living room 

Face down, paralyzed from the waist down 

I'm a buckin' clown, but don't fuck around 

Doin movies now, but I'll lay you down 

South Central style, pull them thangs out 

Don't make a millionare have to send you there 

You know the story of the tortoise nigga and the hare 

Nigga run nigga run never get there 

I'm a walk, fuck a bitch when I get there 

Nigga this a marathon, ask Farrakhan 

Fuck the cemetery that I'm buried on fuck 'em 

The blood of Ice Cube got to carry on forever 

Forever what the fuck are they yellin'? 

"Gangsta Gangsta," stop tellin ... stop snitchin' 

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You can have whatever you want 

In the hood, it's do's and don't's 

So when it get hot in this kitchen 

Stop snitchin, nigga stop snitchin 

Microphone master, super rhyme maker 

Gun blaster, who's the life taker 

who? 

Who the fuck is a lifetime Laker? 

I slap the Maybeline off Tammy Faye Baker 

Who the fuck got more than an acre? 

In Los Angeles I got to have paper 

I'm a nigga, don't talk to my neighbors 

Straight ass----, always up in Vegas 

Lay it out for these niggas to follow 

Get the point, but these points is hollow 

Now this here, is hard to swallow 

But if you do it's like hittin' the lotto 

Little nigga with big bravado 

Hit the throttle niggas hit the bottle 

Can give a fuck if they life is hollow 

Where the fuck was you, when I rocked the Apollo, bitch? 

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Ay, who put this thing together? Me, that's who 

Who I trust? Who I trust? Me, that's who! 

Nigga nigga nigga, can't you see 

Somehow your words incarcerate me 

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee 

Lock me up in my prime, Alex Mohammad 

Get out whip your ass like Alex Mohammad 

Rumble in the Jungle, nigga don't play Dumbo 

In the hood nigga known as Columbo 

Get the people on the phone, tell the jumble 

Spit fluid and swear he didn't do it 

Got my bottom bitch locked up with Martha Stewart 

She say she had the hoe cookin deep dish 

She say Martha fuckin' cook fish and eat fish 

Westside y'all niggas got to peep this 

That's your weakness, can't keep a secret 

Don't say shit, boy that's basic 

They want to send a nigga back to the slave ship 

Stop snitchin' 

You can have whatever you want 

In the hood, it's do's and don't's 

So when it get hot in this kitchen 

Stop snitchin, nigga stop snitchin 

You can have whatever you choose 

But out here, it's don't's and do's 

So after we finish this mission 

Stop snitchin, nigga stop snitchin'. 

Okay, okay. 

One two, in the place to be 

You rockin with Ice Cube, and the homies Busta Rhymes and Swizz Beatz. 

One two, in the place to be 

You rockin with Ice Cube, and the homies Busta Rhymes and Swizz Beatz. 

One two, in the place to be 

You rockin with Ice Cube, and the homies Busta Rhymes and Swizz Beatz. 

One two, in the place to be 

You rockin with Ice Cube, and the homies Busta Rhymes and Swizz Beatz. 

Keep your fuckin' mouth shut man.