Текстове на песни:
Ice Cube War And Peace Vol 1 War

dig her? It's the bigger, seven-figure, super nigga Wit' the triggas at yo' dome, we like to roam, Through yo' muthafuckin' home like a comb And find the money that's gone And

playing on my phone (Stop) It was a time we used to bump and grind And find heaven without a motherfucking reverend Managua twages and bomb-ass massages And

the circle K" Ran inside and made the niggaz all pay It's like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado Brought it there for his wallet and my bottle That's my motto and

glass We blast in the west for example And rap about this shit over funkadelic samples Yo' babies see me kill a fool on TV And straight call me a G

fuckin' on them dum dums Find one with some ass and some income Who wanna win? Who wanna spin? Who wanna make, twenty-five eight? (Me) Ice Cube the

of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks From shattered glass, down the pig locks Want tips by the clock You niggas scramblin for fouyan And settle for crumbs and

stick, the shit make me sick Gotta gang of new homies and relatives on my dick (The curse, the curse) No time for drama, busters get sprayed Bitches wanna get layed and

your peoples can see you and kiss on you But you gon' piss me off And I'ma blow noodles out your motherfuckin' head And ain't none of that happenin'

run and hide Cover your ears and your eyes [Ice Cube] The world had to bow to this new style Dial 9-1-1, makin more money than the law allow But Fuck