Tekster: Ice Cube. Laugh Now, Cry Later. Stop Snitchin'.

Ice Cube
(Yeah!)
Callin' from a California state penitentiary
(Let me out this motherfucker)
We got over two million motherfuckers locked up
(Let me out this motherfucker)
Stop snitchin'

Now how many MC's must get booed
Before somebody say don't fuck with Cube
(You know!)
I'll strip you nude in your living room
(Butt ass)
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 millionaire have to send you there

You know the story of the tortoise nigga and the hare
Nigga run, nigga run never get there
I'ma 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", nigga stop tellin'
Stop snitchin'

You can have whatever you want
In the hood, it's do's and don'ts
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 asshole, always up in Vegas
(Yay, yay)

Lay it out for these niggaz 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 niggaz hit the bottle
Can give a fuck if they life is hollow
Where the fuck was you
When I rocked the Apollo, bitch?

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, Muhammad Ali

Get out whup yo' ass like Muhammad Ali
Rumble in the Jungle, nigga don't play Dumbo
In the hood nigga known as Colombo
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

West side y'all niggaz 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'ts
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'ts and do's
So after we finish this mission
Stop snitchin', nigga stop snitchin'

Okay, okay

One two, in the place to be
(Stop snitchin' man)
You rockin' with Ice Cube
And the homey Swizz Beatz
(Keep your mouth shut man)

One two, in the place to be
(Stop snitchin' man)
You rockin' with Ice Cube
And the homey Swizz Beatz
(Keep your mouth shut man)

One two, in the place to be
(Stop snitchin' man)
You rockin' with Ice Cube
And the homey Swizz Beatz
(Keep your mouth shut man)

One two, in the place to be
(Stop snitchin' man)
You rockin' with Ice Cube
And the homey Swizz Beatz
(Keep your mouth shut man)

Keep your fuckin' mouth shut man