Lyrics You Ain't Gotta Lie (Ta Kick It) - Ice Cube , 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′
thru
my
neighborhood
Fuckin′
peaker
wood
see
me
in
the
five
speed
I
don't
care
if
his
motherfuckin′
eyes
bleed
This
is
my
weed,
this
is
my
world
Don't
get
mad
when
you
see
them
hundred
spokes
twirl
Candied
out
while
you
spit
yo′
last
on
the
pearl
The
Don
Daada,
I'm
hotta
than
holly
watta
Wish
I
was
your
baby
fatha,
′cuz
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
goan
have
all
da
bitches
here
(You
ain't
got
to
lie
ta
kick
it)
Yo
man
fuck
dem
bitches,
dey
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
canabis
Who
only
say
that
the
world
is
Scandalist,
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′
'til
my
heart
stop
Young
niggas
tryin′
to
tell
me
that
I'm
played
Once
they
say
you
played,
nigga
you
must
be
payed
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′
with
your
mouth
runnin'
Talkin′
'bout
somethin′
that
ain't
meanin'
nothin′
′Bout
your
second
cousin,
who
be
always
buzzin'
Where
she
was
or
wasn′t,
who
she
now
fuckin'
Stories
by
the
dozen
Punch
you
got
the
sequel
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
How
the
fuck
can
your
friends
be
the
Benjamins?
And
your
little
ass
car's
full
of
fender
ben′z
There
you
go
on
the
stand
with
your
hand
up
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
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)
You
ain't
got
to
lie
ta
kick
it
You
ain′t
got
to
lie
ta
kick
it
You
ain′t
got
to
lie
ta
kick
it
You
ain't
got
to
lie
ta
kick
it
You
ain′t
got
to
lie
ta
kick
it
You
ain't
got
to
lie
ta
kick
it
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